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星期天,我和妈妈一起去宝龙购物。走着走着,看见卖印度飞饼的店铺前排起了长长的队,我也被吸引了。做饼的师傅是一名来自印度的男子,他四十岁左右,高高的个子,圆溜溜的大眼睛,黑黑的皮肤,显得很精神。那位师傅拿出一张厚厚的面皮,来了个深呼吸,便练起了“武功”。“啪啪啪!”他的手掌在面皮上拍几下,顿时,面皮变大了、变薄了。然后,他把面皮拎起,娴熟地在空中甩了几个大圈,那面皮好像很听话,顺着他的手旋
Sunday, my mother and I went to Baolong shopping. Walking and walking, I saw a long queue of shops in front of shops where Indian flying cakes were sold, and I was attracted too. The master who made the cake was a man from India. He was about 40 years old, tall, big eyes with round eyes, dark skin, very energetic. The teacher took out a thick dough, came a deep breath, they practiced “martial arts ”. “Pa Pa Pa!” His hand in the dough on a few times, suddenly, the dough has become larger, thinner. Then he picked up the dough and skilfully dumped several large circles in the air, as if the dough was obedient, following his hand