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... tea house.
Yun Shi Yu and Zhou Qingyuan seemed to have entered a one-upmanship mode. You order a serving of shrimp dumplings, I order a serving of siu mai; you get chicken feet, I get rice noodle rolls.
Soon, the table was packed with food, and an intense breakfast turned into a bill of five to six hundred yuan.
Xiao Ming didn’t stop them, simply burying his head in his food. After he was full, he called the waiter over for takeout, didn’t carry it himself, and just walke ...
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