"Yes I am. Sansao, Wusao, you guys cold?" Grandma voice low. <br>"Who is that?" Oh grandmother three eyes, I asked, pointing with walking stick. <br>"No outsider, nephew." <br>"Oh, go fast, they are eating Chanmao miles!" Five Hebei grandmother with her walking stick to a finger, put a line. <br>Turkey woods southeast corner of the yard, hobble around in a big pot, cook the inside Tau, corbels, and cattle offal such as beef ribs, Zaotang fire crackling ringing, pot smoke white smoke, with beef aroma permeates the yard.
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