I don't believe dad said. Dad will take out from the pocket YongBao paper two root twisted dough-strips, said: a root for you, a root for you, and keep a root niang I with the pear eat, good fragrant. I bit twisted dough-strips, and sure enough, it's delicious.
When he returned home, day a little black up. Niang expressly for our ye do a grail baby leeks capsicum Fried, again, crisp and dinner. Dad sighs of relief ate four HaiWan rice.
The second day early in the morning, dad he went up to the mountain to back the wood. Mother walked into my room, holding a ya pear, said to me: your dad to niang bought a pear, you eat the Chinese New Year, niang not eat it. I looked at the golden ya pear, want to say what, mom, my mouth and throat is hard.
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