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发帖数: 791 | 1 It was morning time in Mainland China, the time when his parents were having
breakfast. Zhiwen spoke into the phone and regretted, fearing that they’d
find out he was ill from his raspy voice. He opted to be as curt as possible.
Upon his inquiry of their breakfast, his mother went with the details,
complaining.
“There’re things and things that people dared not buy nor eat now. You-tiao,
for example, we haven’t dared to buy it for quite a while-- they said it’s
fried with oil salvaged from the se |
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