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"Two big bowls, one for cilantro and one for onions, the other for nothing. Thank you!" Shen Jianing ordered his dishes familiarly, not minding in the slightest that his tens of thousands of woolen sweaters were rubbing against the corners of the table, which were drenched in oil.
I sat in my seat, a little uncomfortable, with my head hanging down, not daring to look up at anyone