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He—Yueyue—was an ordinary country boy, but the queen had kept looking
after him. He started boiling the pig feed. Surprisingly, he brandished the spatula
as if he were royalty.
“Yueyue, Yueyue!” a woman called softly from somewhere in the room.
Yueyue’s eyes were beaming like a rainbow.
