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Carefully, he took out a small amount of fried rice flower and earthen tea from inside.,She reluctantly said, "I don't have any bone broth. This beaten tea without bone broth isn't tasty.",Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan spent the whole afternoon rummaging through the dusty old storage room of the village elementary school, finally dragging a car full of "junk" back to their small hut in the cow shed.。