Chapter 142
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"Lingyin, let me help you."
Xuecun Lingyin didn't refuse, and nodded gently:
"Mm."
After a while, an alluring sweet fragrance gradually drifted out of the oven, which was the unique scorched fragrance produced by the fusion of flour and butter at high temperatures.
"Ding—"
"Ding—"
The continuous timer prompts rang crisply in the classroom. ===== CHAPTER 143 =====
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