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She'd never forget Chief Zhu's crimson sleeves. The Khitan's blade struck like lightning, but in an instant, Z…

She'd never forget Chief Zhu's crimson sleeves. The Khitan's blade struck like lightning, but in an instant, Zhu's crimson sleeves deflected it, pulling Ma Man'er back from the brink of death amid the raging storm. But how could she ever repay such a debt? Ma Man'er was just an ordinary woman with no special talents, no extraordinary wit. Yet she still vividly remembered how his stomach let out a quiet growl the moment he saved her. So, even heroes get hungry, too... She made up her mind to make sure her savior would never go hungry again. With that thought, another wonton was wrapped on Ma Man'er's chopping board—simple, but filled with all her gratitude.

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