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PREVIEW
... kills weren’t just for show — Po was every bit as good as he looked.
The soup tasted like proper seafood, briny and rich. The real pleasure of the meal came from the clams themselves, each shell having trapped a generous mouthful of broth that you had to slurp out with satisfying effort. The vegetables were tender, almost sweet, transformed by their time simmering in that savory liquid into something far more interesting than their humble appearance suggested.
He called it clam s ...
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