Beijing, No. 9 Yard A, Rice Grain Depot Hutong
When Yu Qing came back from the outside, she walked in a hurry, and when she entered the small courtyard, she began to yell:
"Mom, mom, is the meal ready?"
"It's almost ready, just wait a little longer."
The voice was gentle and virtuous, and it came from the kitchen.
"Why is it so slow? I'm starving to death." Even though Yu Qing, who is nearly 30 years old, sneaked into the kitchen, she still looks like a child in front of her mother.
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