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Her expression, one prepared to sacrifice her life for justice, gave Fu Hanwen the illusion that if he nodded, he would become a sinner for the ages.
"An occasional delivery would suffice, no need to send it every day," he ultimately couldn't bear to tire her out.
To Xiao Ruo's surprise, just by preparing a few balanced meals for Fu Zhiwen, the small courtyard had become lively and had expanded Fu Zhiwen's network significantly.
Of course, that was a story for later.
Xiao Ruo had originally planned to make lunch for Hanwen, but upon returning from the Chen Family, found that Hanwen had already been home for a while and had even made two bowls of noodle soup.
"Eat quickly while it's hot, then later I'll take you to Wanshui Village to find Old Zhuang," Hanwen placed one of the bowls of noodle soup in front of her and started to eat from his own bowl.