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... eaty glutinous rice cake was a typical snack in Ruan Tang’s hometown. It was convenient and tasty. It was very suitable as a canteen dish, so Ruan Tang planned to teach this to his apprentices this morning.


He packed the remaining meaty glutinous rice cakes in preservation boxes and sent them by express delivery to He Yun Yi and He Yun Chen.


Although he was going to the military and could bring He Yun Chen’s share, but today was the day they were preparing to counterattack on ...

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