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"Is Spike there?" The delivery rider, carrying a thermal box, shouted outside the villa. Spike quickly ran over, panting, "I'm here, what's up?" "This is your delivery, please sign for it." After handing over the delivery, the rider disappeared on the winding mountain road. Spike carried the thermal box into the house. When he opened the lunch box, he smelled a familiar aroma. Tears immediately flowed uncontrollably. "Oh, young master, why are you crying again?" Joel Maher wiped his tears with a tissue. "This is the dinner Ms. Bridge sent over. It has cola chicken wings, tomato scrambled eggs, and sweet and sour pork ribs, all your favorites. Stop crying and eat while it's hot..." While crying, Spike said, "Aunt Lynnsey really won't come anymore. Why won't she come? I miss her so m