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... the Baked Bun. Whether it should be a small bite-sized round bun, a thin crispy bun larger than a face, or a standard thick-skinned bun filled generously.
Qu Jing, listening at the side, couldn't help but secretly swallow a few times.
They reached Luo Jun's doorstep.
Qin Huai skillfully stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.
Luo Jun's entrance looked the same as before, with no changes. No clutter at the door, no carpet laid, and the same old-style security doo ...
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