063 Our Secret
Zeng Keqin kept her hands neatly at her sides, in front of her a set of gilt-edged bone china tableware.
The four of them sat around a marble table long enough for ten, the spacious surface only making the atmosphere more solemn.
"Xiaoqin, don't be shy. Make yourself at home." Tian Ya picked up the serving chopsticks and gave her a piece of braised chicken wing.
"Thank you, Auntie." Zeng Keqin took a bite. The meat was tender, the sauce rich, and she quickly praised, "It's really delicious."
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