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... enty years, thought to himself that the young master clearly didn’t like fish.
It was rare to see someone in the fish-abundant Chentang Pass who wrinkled their brow just at the mention of fish.
The waiter raised his voice toward the kitchen and shouted, "A pound of yellow wine, a plate of edamame, a plate of stewed peanuts, a plate of pickles, a bowl of hot soup! Guest, please wait—"
After a while, when the yellow wine arrived and the side dishes were placed, the young ma ...
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