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... r, these Beijing Roasted Ducks were not sliced.

When she was packing them up initially, her mind had glitched a bit.

But she believed that Lin Murong would slice them himself.

A mature food lover should learn how to slice Beijing Roasted Duck; if he couldn’t even slice Beijing Roasted Duck, what kind of duck could he possibly eat?

"Here we go, ten of them." After Su Yinhe took out the Beijing Roasted Ducks, she was almost about to fall asleep.

"Is there... ...

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