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"Why bother with traditional Chinese medicine to lower blood pressure when Grandma Zeng has already bought the best hypertension medication? The celery in the kitchen is sufficient," Xiao Xian replied as if it were obvious, without the slightest sense that she was benefiting from the space's advantages, treating cheating as something shameful.
The next day, early in the morning, when Mrs. Zeng got out of bed and went downstairs, her head was still pounding with pain. She seemed a bit hungover. When she reached the dining table, in addition to breakfast, she also noticed two cups containing suspicious liquids.
Mrs. Zeng glanced towards the kitchen, surprised not to see her mother's figure. She then remembered it was the weekend, and her daughter was nowhere in sight either. The entire house was quiet.
