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... second evening when Yang Ye in the Capital City received these one hundred catties of sweet potato sticks.
The packaging from Qiao Xiaomai was as usual – simple. They were just ordinary hemp sacks, thoroughly wrapped inside and out, additionally enveloped in a layer of kraft paper on the outside.
There wasn’t anything lacking in terms of hygiene, but the appearance was too ugly.
“I must bring up this problem the next time I write to her,” Yang Ye muttered softly, picking ...
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