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In the afternoon.

They had eaten and drunk their fill.

Old Wu was leaning back on the sofa with her phone in her hand, reading the last chapter of Legend of Wukong.

Zhang Ye was holding a toothpick in his hand picking his teeth in a relaxed manner. With one hand satisfactorily on his belly, he mumbled, "I'm so full, the food was so delicious. Huu, I'm sweating just from eating." Looking to the sofa, he said, "Old Wu, you're about to go to the south for your new appointment. When I can't get to eat your home cooked dishes in the future, I’ll surely die. Why don't you stay? Otherwise, I will really die."

He was bringing up the same topic again.