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... don't believe it? You can wash it again. But I can't guarantee that it won't be fried into pork trotters this time." Lin Wanrong grinned.
The air bubbles under the oil have been exhausted, and the oil in the pot is really boiling. Now with ten small hands, ten pig trotters are picked up.
"Impossible, this is impossible." Tao Dongcheng, however, seemed mad, rushed forward, and stretched out his hand to go to the pan.
"Brother——" Wan Ying, who was next to him, had been watchi ...
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