Every dish the cook made was spiced with sad tears that have fallen from her face into the food, because back at home, her kids were starving and she didn't even have a radish to cook for them.
The end.
Every dish the cook made was spiced with sad tears that have fallen from her face into the food, because back at home, her kids were starving and she didn't even have a radish to cook for them.
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