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Not until the fat man went back to the kitchen did the beaten apprentice silently get up, though his whole body ached, he didn't dare to delay work.,The apprentices huddled in groups of three or four, squatting against the walls. Li Yuan sat hunched over his bowl in a corner, his shoulders aching from fatigue as he ate the steamed buns. A bitter feeling welled up within him.,After swallowing half a bowl of congee and rice soup, Li Yuan's mind was still preoccupied.。