Kal's pan fried dumplings are cooking in his kitchen. I know this to be true because as I approach his apartment I can smell the intoxicating aroma wafting out of the first floor window. My mouth actually starts to salivate with anticipation of devouring a plateful of those delicious delights. He makes them from scratch following his mom's recipe handed down from generation to generation.
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