Delicious little cheese rolls

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1. In a bowl, beat the eggs with the salt and sugar until well combined.
2. Gradually add the flour and continue beating.
3. Slowly add the milk, stirring constantly until you have a smooth dough.
4. Add the melted butter and mix well.
5. Cover the dough and let it rest for 10 minutes.
6. Pour the mixture into greased baking tins and bake at 190°C for 25-30 minutes or until golden brown. 7.
Let the buns cool.
8. In the meantime, prepare the filling: beat the cream cheese with the icing sugar and cream until smooth.
9. Once the buns have cooled, cut them in half and fill generously with the cheese mixture.
10. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and enjoy these delicious cheese rolls!

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