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... this store welcomes foreign guests and comes to people who are rich or expensive.

Ye Yan walked into this room of only 11 square meters, and the earliest Lijia cuisine started here and became famous.

They sat down and the banquet was booked, waiting for every dish to come.

This store has only two of them. There are no other customers. Ye Ye looked at Gu Ren: "It seems very difficult to book here."

Gu Ren lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Ye Yan, and Yun Danfeng said ...

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