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I Opened a Restaurant in the Republic of China Military Camp
I, Shen Zhiwei, am the chef of Jiangnan Restaurant While escaping, he accidentally entered the Beiyang military camp and was arrested as a cook. I made a bowl of homemade noodles on the first day As a result, the strength of all the soldiers in the battalion increased by 30% after eating. I just added some ancestral medicinal materials. Why do they all look like they've been injected with chicken blood? The battalion commander knelt down and begged me not to leave. Said that the braised pork I m
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Waste Wood Transformation Plan
The roar of artillery fire exploded in the ears, and the hot air carried the sweet taste of rust and blood, filling the entire nasal cavity. Chen Ye suddenly jumped up from the bed. His body was stretched like a stretched bow, and cold sweat soaked through the thin T-shirt on his back, sticking to his skin stickyly. There is no battlefield. There was just a complex smell of low-quality air freshener mixed with the musty smell in the corner. The yellow water stains on the ceiling spread like map-
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Courier Survival Rules
In the morning of Fengchi Express, there is always a special smell mixed with cardboard boxes and tape floating in the air. Lin Ye walked in wearing a neatly pressed blue work uniform, with his work badge pinned neatly on his chest, numbered 001. Several young couriers were surrounding a shivering newcomer. The young man's name was Zhang Wei, and there was no color on his face. "Brother Ye, you are here." "Something happened, Brother Ye." Lin Ye didn't say anything, just walked over and patted Z
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The Popularity of the Live Broadcast Room Exceeds 10,000, and the Real World Listens to My Command
The air in the rental house was stagnant, mixed with the salty smell of last night's instant noodles and the accumulated dust. On the computer screen, the words "Online Audience: 0" were a cold and precise judgment. Lin Feng leaned on the peeling gaming chair, hunger churning in his stomach and making a hollow gurgling sound. This voice seemed particularly clear in the silent room. He has been live for four hours. He performed stand-up comedy for four hours to an empty studio. He picked up his p
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Enemies Meet in a Narrow Road, It All Depends on Acting Skills
The asphalt road exudes a burnt smell, mixed with the sweet smell of mud after rain. Lin Yuan's world was spinning, and everything in his field of vision was trailing long, distorted afterimages. An electronic sound that was so cheerful that it was almost gloating suddenly exploded inside his skull. Bite! Congratulations to the host for activating the "Actress Life" system. Life is like a drama, it all depends on acting skills! What? Hallucination? The sequelae of being struck by lightnin
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Black Angel Investor
In the mourning hall, the smell of sandalwood was overwhelming, mixed with the burnt smell of inferior cigarettes, and the faint smell of blood. White wreaths were piled from the door to the hall. In the black and white photo in the center, the old leader of "Hexing Society" looked solemn. Chen Ye knelt on the cold floor tiles. The ashes of three sticks of incense fell on his shoulders. A washed-white shirt has been soaked with cold sweat and clings tightly to his back, outlining the muscle line
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Come to Tiandao Live Room
The laughter around him gradually became sparse and eventually turned into silence. The disciples dispersed in twos and threes, leaving Lu Chuan standing alone. He lowered his head and spread his hands. A simple talisman lay quietly in his palm. The texture of the talisman paper is rough, with natural burrs on the edges, but the runes drawn on it with silver-purple cinnabar are extremely mysterious, and each stroke seems to contain the principle of the birth and death of thunder. A faint arc of
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