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... tyards are connected to each other, resembling pigeon cages from above, appearing old and weathered amidst the towering buildings of the city.
A solitary pancake stall is set up beneath the broken and weathered walls, the pancakes sizzling and smoking on the iron anvil, the rising heat becoming the last bits of mortal world smoke in this old city area.
"Uncle Feng, add two eggs for me..."
Zhang Fan stood in front of the stall, watching Feng Ping'an expertly making pancake ...
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