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Now that it's cold again, a steaming bowl of noodles or a bowl of white rice porridge would be perfect.,Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.,So Ye Qianchi, the poor little thing with her father dead, her mother remarried, and no one to care for her, had a pitiful head.。