Persimmon Cake
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Looking at the soft and glutinous persimmons, the icing sugar overflows the surface and is covered with a layer. In the spring light of March, the crystal clear fruits are shining, which is really tempting. I swallowed again, "Boss, how much is a pound of persimmons?" No one responded, so I kept shouting. I saw an eerie male voice coming from the dark corner, "Do you want to buy it, sister? You have asked me ten times. If you don't want to buy it, leave quickly and don't stop me from doing business." The boss couldn't bear it, his face was livid, he was sitting in a rocking chair, and his hands on the armrests were clenched little by little. The sound of cracking bones was mixed with the squeaking sound of the rocking chair. Sensing the dangerous aura, I pretended to be calm. In order to show my Daojie Qingfeng, I glanced at the fierce fruit shop owner, subconsciously shrank my head and looked at the ground, "Persimmon, persimmon, wait until my sister is rich and I will come to patronize you." I reluctantly glanced at the persimmon and ran away. It's terrible. Thanks to my hard work, I ran fast. Alas, it's a pity that my little persimmons fell into the hands of such a vicious and cruel person. They must have suffered a lot.
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