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... e alley, and suddenly it was the Xiangjiang River.
Jing Chaoyi stuck her head out a bit, her hair blowing wildly in the river breeze: "Look over there, doesn’t it look like a pot lid?" She pointed at the green top of Juzi Island’s head.
In the afternoon light, it indeed looked like an overturned green porcelain bowl.
Li Younan squinted and nodded.
Then they headed to the area near Nanmendong vegetable market, where she rolled up the car window a bit: "The flavors ...
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