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北塘街上,有一家汤团店,每天上午九点开张,不到十一点就关门了。因为这家汤团店每天只卖一百零八个汤团,卖完就歇。在店堂里忙着端汤团给客人、算账收钱、洗碗洗筷子的,是两个十三四岁的孩子,一男一女。男孩胖墩墩的,看上去有些笨手笨脚;女孩秀气,在一张张方桌间穿来穿去,利索而轻盈。只是不知里面做汤团、煮汤团的是个什么模样人。因为店堂与厨房之间只有一个一尺见方的小窗洞相通,窗洞还
Beitang Street, there is a dumpling shop, opened every day at nine o’clock, less than eleven closed. Because this dumpling group only sold 108 dumplings a day, sold out and resumed. Busy dumplings in the shop to the guests, forgetting money, washing dishes chopsticks, two 13-year-old children, a man and a woman. Pissed boy, looks a bit clumsy; girl delicate, dressed in a Zhang Fang table, neat and light. Just do not know inside the dumpling, dumpling dumpling is what looks like people. Because the shop and the kitchen between the only one square feet of small windows connected, the window also