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... Yan Chao’s family had already left his stall, their destination unknown.

In front of him stood Zhou Tianhao.

“Big brother Zhou, would you like to try my improved crab roe fried rice?”

“I’ve been meaning to.” Zhou Tianhao nodded slightly, “Give me one of each.”

Before long, two servings of crab roe fried rice were delivered to Zhou Tianhao’s hands.

As for the crab roe fried rice, Zhou Tianhao’s memory lingered on the second event from yesterday afternoon. ...

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