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“老板,一碗阳春面!”一个带着浓浓乡下口音的浑厚的声音在小吃店门口响起来。我循声望去,一个看上去很邋遢的乡下汉子出现在门口,
“Boss, a bowl of spring noodles!” A thick voice with a thick countryside accent ring in the snack bar door. I followed the reputation, a seemingly shy countryman appeared in the doorway,