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... hers have stopped chatting.
Each of them can’t help but crane their necks towards the kitchen...
Watching the slices of roast duck being carved continuously from Huang Tao’s hand.
They seem to twirl lightly through the air and then settle quietly onto the round plate beside him.
Initially, Huang Tao’s slicing speed was slow, but soon, it was almost too fast for the eyes to follow.
One roast duck, done in under a minute.
As Huang Tao arranged them. ...
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