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... waiting and waiting, Uncle Zhang finally reached the front of the line after following the queue for five or six minutes.
"Four buns, please!"
Old Zhang wasn’t short of money; his household’s flour sold for a hundred Yuan per kilogram, so a few buns were nothing to him.
"Sorry..." Dunzi went to queue, and Chen Mo explained voluntarily, "Uncle Zhang, I’m only allowed to sell one bun per person each time."
Old Zhang frowned, "Why?"
He thought to himself, is ...
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