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In the pot, there were white mushrooms, bright red tomatoes, yellow eggs, green vegetables, and some shredded pork. Lucy felt that she was very happy. She liked the noodles mixed with a lot of things, but not everything. Because Lucy’s father cooked noodles mixing with these kinds of things. Lucy grew up eating noodles like this. Unexpectedly, William cooked the same noodles for Lucy. "William, when did you steal this skill from my dad?" Lucy asked. Lucy hugged William from behind and buried her head on his back, feeling comfortable. Caroline was right. If William loved Lucy, she had nothing to worry. For example, like right now, she felt that William loved her truly. This would be enough! "Stealing sounds ugly. I call that self-study!" William rolled his eyes on Lucy and turn