“你们就是一个个土豆!”他咆哮着,一副恨铁不成钢的模样,额上绽开的皱纹一颤一颤地晕染开来,像涟漪泛着极具个性的冷光。我是土豆?是的,一个毫不起眼的土豆,没有汉堡炸鸡的香喷松脆,缺乏燕窝鹿茸的滋补特效,更谈不上鲍鱼龙虾那令人瞠目的昂贵价格。我懒洋洋地禅坐在市场冷冰冰大菜板上,随便待人问价而无动于衷,心平气和地观看形形色色的瓜菜鱼肉上演为争占买主菜篮一席之地而招摇过市、互相攻讦的闹剧而面不改色,不渴望如 “You are a potato! ” He growled, a look of iron steel, the amount of blooming wrinkles shimmering blooming, like the rippling glow with great personality. I am a potato? Yes, a humble potato, without the crispy fried hamburger chicken, lack of nutritious antler bird’s nest, let alone the absurd abalone lobster that expensive price. I am lazily sitting in the market, sitting on the cold slab on the cutting board, casual hospitality asking price indifferent, calmly watching all kinds of melons and vegetables staged to occupy the buyer basket a place to sway through the market, each attacking the farce and the face does not change color, not eager Such as