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... ces were all just across the street.

Wei Cheng found a corner at the end to set up a stall.

Just like the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, his big cake is not afraid of no one buying it in the corner.

The flatbread baked by Weicheng has a strong wheat fragrance, soft and chewy. Put the flatbread on an iron plate and fry it with oil on both sides, brush with a salty and fragrant miso, put lettuce and shredded carrots on top, and roll it up to enjoy t ...

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