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Mo Ruyue smiled and said in a good mood, "I feel alright at the moment. I should be able to enter the finals."

Mo Ruyue did not expect that she would be able to successfully squeeze into the finals with her second-best level.

Everything was a pleasant surprise.

"Senior Brother, what's the situation on your side?"

"Don't mention it. There aren't many people at my place. They're afraid that I'll poison the buns."

Mo Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat the bun. He finished it in two or three bites.

This bun was originally very small and had a thin skin and a lot of meat. Those people actually didn't want to try his bun.

It could be seen that they were a group of people who did not have the fortune to eat.

"Come, try my buns."

As he spoke, Mo Chengfeng handed the steamed buns he brought over to Mo Ruyue, hoping that she would give him a good evaluation.