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Free Labor, No Free Meals

"D..darling."

Even though it was barely audible, stiff, and unnatural, he seemed unusually satisfied.

Pressing her small head, he kissed her lips and replied, "Hmm, I'm here."

The moment he released his hand, Wen Yao quickly stepped back a few paces, maintaining a safe distance from him, and headed towards the dining area.

Coincidentally, her grandmother emerged from the kitchen.

"Why are you both standing there? Sit down quickly!"

Dinner was delicious, but Wen Yao found it hard to enjoy. What surprised her the most was that Lu Yancheng, a man who had always exuded an air of nobility, was actually peeling shrimp for her.

Back at the Lan residence, Jiang Ya would always order her to peel the shrimp for him in advance.

Each time, she'd proudly declare, "Yancheng's hands are for ruling the country, not for getting smeared with shrimp juice. Your hands aren't worth much anyway."