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"Aunt Lynnsey, your cooking is getting better and better, it's so delicious, I can't wait to swallow my tongue too!" Spike buried his head in the food, his mouth full of oil, and his eyes lit up. Arian clenched his fork and put a piece of braised pork into a bowl, the color and aroma of this braised pork were no different from what he had eaten before, but when he put it in his mouth and took a bite, he finally understood why Spike, who had always been a picky eater, admired Lynnsey's cooking skills so much. Because it's really delicious. In addition to the taste of the ingredients themselves, there seems to be an intimate atmosphere... He took a bite of each dish, and he seemed to vaguely understand what this intimacy was... Is it the love that is ingrained into the meal? Arian n