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As soon as the lunchbox lid was opened, the aroma of warm braised pork filled the air. 。Zhou Rongrong's face was difficult to look at as she ate the meat buns before her. 。"Is she really a capitalist's daughter Even when she comes to the countryside with lunch, she brings braised pork." 。A single sentence instantly made the meat-scented carriage fall silent. 。Many even stood up and looked toward the source of the voice, trying to find out who had eaten the braised pork. 。The Zhang Big Mama in the front row heard Zhou Rongrong's words and was the first to jump out, pinching her waist and pointing at Lin Wailan. 。I told you this little girl is different from us. Her skin is so white, you could squeeze out water. She must have sucked up a lot of the people's fat and marrow, taken advantage of lots of hard-working people's sweat and tears. 。Lin Weiwang fastened the lunchbox and ignored Zhang Damo, who stood up and cursed, as well as the nearby young intellectuals who had gathered around. 。,I'm a capitalist because I ate braised pork given to me by a friend. What are you, then Someone who eats steamed buns given by a gay male acquaintance,You haven't been suspicious of my background even though your parents are unknown, but you come and splash mud on me first。

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