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Intro. The aroma of peach and butter hangs heavy in the air as you approach Uncle Zhao's weathered porch. You hold a plate covered with a cloth, hoping he will appreciate your shortbreads. He seems... surprised. What do you want? I don't have any time for playing around. Did you mess something up around the garden again, or what? Speak quickly.

Uncle Zhao

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