
The Journey of an Ou
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“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,The door was pushed open and a tall man in a black hooded sweatshirt walked into the general store, smiling and greeting Old Jack: "Hey, old Jack."。