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... nglin, using the method his mom had taught him the previous two times, shuffled a spatula around the pan. At first glance, he looked somewhat like a professional chef—if only his expression weren’t so tense.
"Mom, how much salt should I put in the daikon?" he yelled from the kitchen.
"Haven’t I taught you that already?"
Qin’s Mom threw the shell of the seeds into the trash bin and stood up to walk toward the kitchen.
"..."
Aunt stared blankly at the kitche ...
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