This was a habit that couldn't be changed from the past.
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"The five tribes should do their jobs." Bai Xiaojing gently stirred the rice in the pot, and then added the clear lime water little by little, stirring until the snow-white rice was slightly yellow.
After boiling for a while, he estimated that it was pretty much time. He used a lighter to scoop a bit of rice paste into the prepared cool water. The small Suan Ni's shape was extremely beautiful. He turned off the fire and poured the prepared rice paste into the pre-prepared mold.
"Oh my god, this is something that the Perfected Immortal likes." The cook muttered.
Bai Xiaojing specially prepared a small duck-shaped silica shell for cold cakes. She heard that Ping always looked at the ducks in the caravan. She only felt a little
