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... ian was the first group. The ingredients were already prepared, so it didn’t matter if he was in the first group.

The meat dish he wanted to make was steamed meat with rice flour and fermented tofu. After the competition ended, he would open a fermented tofu workshop. By chance, he used this opportunity to advertise the fermented tofu. In the first step, he added chili powder, minced ginger, fine white sugar, salt, pepper, and rice flour into fermented tofu juice and stirred well. After wa ...

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“Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims.

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