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The person behind Meng Fuyao blinked and replied, "You're welcome. You go ahead."

Both took a look at that bowl of rice, and they turned away in unison.

The jail cell was dim and damp, with cobwebs and mouse feces all around them. There were also mushy cotton paddings and rice straws on the ground. Occasionally, there would be black mice that scurried by, and their figures and appearances were completely incomparable to that of Lord Yuan Bao.

As Meng Fuyao kicked away one of the mice, she rubbed her nose and muttered, "I hope that that guy remembers to send us food. I want to eat steamed butter meat with ham and the Auspicious Dry Shark Fin…"