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When the potato juice was done, Wen Xiu washed the stone mill with another bucket of water and set the push bar down. It had taken a lot of effort today to enjoy the delicacies of his past life.

Soong Xiaoyue had seen this since she was young, but this was the first time she had seen a young girl use a bridal sedan to grind and grind soy milk and roast tofu