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... he original name was hard to pronounce, so the people changed the name to ‘pink radish’ instead.


“See? It’s exactly like the picture!”


“Right! It’s also the right size… oh, look here! We have one here too!”


People gasped in astonishment as they pulled out pink radishes from all over the field.


“Let’s see…”


The man dusted off the dirt with his clothes and took a bite. It was very soft even when it was still raw. It tasted like corn and sweet potat ...

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