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... ty. It’s not easy—it’s been so long, but at last, we’re able to taste the fruits of our son’s labor," Mrs. Han said with a hearty laugh.
"What do you mean? Didn’t I leave some green onions at home earlier? They should be great for cold noodles," Han Qiwu retorted, unconvinced.
Mrs. Han swiftly fished out a large onion slice from the dish and placed it into Han Qiwu’s bowl, "Green onions? Here’s your green onion—its slices are as big as two thumbs."
Han Qiwu: "....."
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