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回北京的第一个晚上,我跟朋友去吃老北京火锅。在美国心心念念惦记的就是这种熟悉的味道,鸳鸯锅底,手切鲜羊肉,牛骨髓,虾滑,香椿苗,青笋,蒿子秆,麻豆腐,小糖火烧,糖蒜,剁椒萝卜丁,熬的浓浓香香的麻酱,闻着勾起我食欲的辣椒油……饕餮一顿之后朋友又拽着我要去喝酒,我高兴地站起来去收款台埋单,走了三米之后咣当倒地,等我再醒来的时候周围围了一圈人,我的朋友拿走调的汉语大喊:“你们都奏开,给她点孔起呀!”我想笑又笑不出来,完全不知道发生了什么。觉得头昏和恶心,我爬起来想去洗手间,摇摇晃晃走到二楼,拿冷水洗了把脸,然后
Back to Beijing’s first night, I went to eat with my friend old Beijing hot pot. In the United States of mind is a familiar memory of this familiar taste, duck pot at the end, cut fresh lamb, bovine bone, shrimp slide, Toon seedlings, green shoots, Artemisia stalk, hemp bean curd, small sugar fire, sugar garlic, , Boiled thick fragrant sesame sauce, smell my appetite chili oil ... ... gluttonous meal after a friend pulled me to drink, I am happy to stand up and pay the bill to pay, after three meters When I fell to the ground, when I woke up, I was surrounded by a circle of people. My friend shouted: “You all play, give her a hole!” "I want to laugh and laugh Do not come out, do not know what happened. I feel dizzy and nausea, I got up to go to the bathroom, rickety walked to the second floor, took cold water to wash the face, and then