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"I want the potato strips!"

"I want the Wen Si tofu!"

Almost everyone ordered these two dishes after entering the restaurant. It was as if everyone had reached an agreement.

Yang Bo sat at the side with a smile on his face, looking very happy.

Gong Xiaozheng looked at Yang Bo and looked at the Wen Si tofu again. She couldn't help but ask

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