medium spice Recipe
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THE HEART BLUE-HANDED PRIVATE DISH -- THE HAPPY OLD F FROM THOSE WELLS, THE BLUBBER TOPS. GOLD IS BRILLIANT, THE SILVERWARE IS GLOWING UNDER THE LIGHT, AND YULENA OF THE RICE GRAIN IS SWAYING IN THE WINE WAKING. THE ROOM WAS ACCOMPANIED BY A LARGE BALCONY, WITH THE FENCE WATCHING THE CITY, AND THE GLAMOROUS LIGHT OF A CAR RUNNING LIKE A MATCHBOX GAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT THE ANCIENT CITY WAS ALSO GRADUALLY INTEGRATING INTO THE FLOOD OF THE MARKET ECONOMY AND WAS BUSY AND COLD. OLD F IS A RICE-SCRAP VIP, VERY GOOD AT WINE AND ONLY GOOD AT WINE. HE'S BUSY, HE'S BUSY MAKING MONEY, HE'S BUSY MAKING MORE MONEY. IT'S A BUSINESS DINNER TODAY, AND I DON'T KNOW ANYONE BUT OLD F, RICE, AND OLD F'S DAUGHTER. OLD F'S DINNERS ARE USUALLY ATTENDED BY GRAINS OF RICE, THE FIRST GRAIN OF RICE CAN HELP HIM WITH A LOT OF ALCOHOL, THE SECOND GRAIN OF RICE CAN BE CRUSHED ON THE SPOT, AND THE THIRD GRAIN OF RICE IS AN EXCELLENT COMPANION. BUT RICE GRAINS DON'T KNOW ANYTHING BUT WINE, SO OLD F NEEDS A FOOD TABLE BOX, A COMPREHENSIVE KNOWLEDGE BOX, AN ELEGANT ONE, WHICH IS MY FLOW. A MAN IN HIS 30S, WITH A DOLL FACE, LONG HAIR AND BUTTOCKS, WEARING A COLORFUL NEW TANG DRESS, HAND-HELD FAN, LIKE A SINGER, IS A SUBJECT IN ITSELF, HUH. A MOMENT OF UNBRIDLED RETICULATION, FOOD, GUEST OF HONOR, LUXURIOUS TABLE. IN MY VIEW, THESE FINE, SMALL-SCALE, POOR GOVERNMENT DISHES ARE JUST FOR WATCHING AND SHOWING, AND EVERY PLAIN NAME IS A RED PIECE OF PAPER. I DON'T LIKE PARTIES LIKE THIS, BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS IN SHORT SUPPLY, AND IT'S ALWAYS TIME TO LOOK AT WHETHER THERE ARE TRACES OF UNDESIRED, BUT EXISTING SAUCE AROUND THE SEXY LIPS OF RICE. IT'S BASICALLY NOT FOR DINNER, IT'S FOR DRINKING AND CHATTING, EXCEPT, OF COURSE, FOR UNINSPIRED RICE. THE OLD F, WHO IS AN OLD MAN IN THE MALL, HAS ALWAYS, AT THE RIGHT TIME, BEEN INVOLVED IN THE COMMERCIAL PURPOSE OF THE PARTY, AND MOST OF THE TIME HE HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT THE NORTH OF THE SOUTH SEA, THE OLD OF YASPAN, AND WITHOUT ANY PRESSURE. IT'S A FUNNY SIGHT, A BUNCH OF OLD MEN WITH HIGH-FOOT CUPS OR BIG TALK OR A HAHA LAUGH TO COVER UP THEIR IGNORANCE, AS IF THEY COULD FILL THEIR STOMACHS WITH SUCCESSIVE AIRS. A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, WITH ALL THE TIME SHE SPENDS ON THROWING AWAY HER VEGGIES, EXCEPT FOR THE FUNGUS AND INTRODUCTION TO THE WINE. THE ELEGANCE OF A YOUNG GIRL ENDS WITH A GENTLE SMILE AND A LUXURIOUS BACKGROUND THAT MAKES IT COMPLETELY HARD TO SEE WHETHER SHE UNDERSTANDS THE PLATITUDES OF ELEGANCE. HE WAS RAISED LIKE A PRINCESS. THE BIRTH OF BITTER HA HA, AND THE CHILDHOOD OF BITTER HA HA, GAVE RISE TO OLD F, AND AFTER THAT HE REFUSED TO LET HIS DAUGHTER SUFFER. OLD F TOLD HER THAT THE PRINCES LOVED THE PRINCESS AND CINDERELLA WAS JUST A FAIRY TALE OF THE POOR. WHEN SHE WAS BORN, SHE WAS SURROUNDED BY A GROUP OF TEACHERS OF ALL COLOURS, TEACHING HER THE LANGUAGE OF HER COUNTRY, THE CEREMONIAL TABLE MANNERS, AND HER ELEGANT DRESS. SHE'S LIKE THE PRINCESS ON THE PEAS IN ANDERSEN'S PEN, AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH A FAMOUS DUDE. NATURALLY, THE SON REJOICED AND FELT THAT HE HAD FOUND A REAL PRINCESS, A NOBLEMAN WHO COULD SENSE PEAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A THICK DUCK DUFFEL AND MATTRESS. SHE DOESN'T LIKE RICE GRAINS, AND THAT KIND OF INGESTING IS TOTALLY UNREASONABLE TO HER. AFTER DINNER, THE FS ARE GOING TO CIGARS. I LEFT THIS RATHER UNWELCOME OCCASION ON THE PRETEXT OF SENDING THE LADIES HOME. THE RICE GRAINS SAT IN THE CO-DRIVER AND TOOK OFF THEIR HEELS AND REPLACED THEM WITH WORDS TOWING, COMPLAINING THAT THEY WERE NOT FED. IN THE REAR-VIEW MIRROR I SAW A IGNOBLE LIGHT FLASHING ON MY CHEEK. BLUE, STOP THE CAR! STOP THE CAR! RICE'S LOUD VOICE IS MORE EXCITING THAN THE STINGY BRAKES. AS SOON AS THE CAR WAS PARKED, THE GRAIN PULLED THE DOOR, PULLED ME TOWARDS THE NORTHEAST BARBEQUE ON THE ROAD TEETH AND THREW A MAN IN THE CAR. “BOSS, TWO HANDS OF LAMB, TWO HANDS OF BEEF, TWO HANDS OF BRITTLE BONES, ONE ROASTED FISH, ONE BOWL OF WATER TO COOK PEANUTS, TWO STINKING TOFU, ONE PLATE OF CUCUMBER, TWO BOXES OF BEER, AND A PROPER ROAST.” THE GRAINS OF RICE WERE SITTING ON GREASY PLASTIC STOOLS, AND WHITE DRESS HORNS FELL ON THE DIRTY GROUND AND WERE VISIBLE. I LOOKED BACK, AND I PULLED THE DOOR, AND I SMILED AT THE INSINUATION: "YOU HAVEN'T EATEN ENOUGH, OR WE'LL EAT MORE, AND MY BELLY WILL SCREAM." LOOKING AT THE FRIGHTFUL STOOL, AND THE FLOATING SMOKE IN THE SKY, LIKE A LION-LIKE MAN OF LIGHT, WITHOUT A SQUEAK. FROM HER FROWN, I KNOW HER ANSWER, BUT I CAN'T LET HER GO. IF SHE GOES HOME ALONE, WHAT'S GOING ON ON THE ROAD, F WILL CUT ME APART. "THEN YOU WAIT IN THE CAR FOR RICE. THAT'S WHAT SHE'S LIKE. SHE'S HUNGRY. BACK TO THE BARBECUE STAND, THE RICE GRAINS HAVE BEGUN TO EAT AND DRINK IN THE SEA. THAT'S COOL, MAN. BARBECUE NIGHT MARKET IS AN INFINITY, EXTREMELY CONTAGIOUS. WHOEVER IS IN IT, IS UNCONDITIONALLY SUBJUGATED BY THE PURE, CIVILIAN AND PURE VIGOR OF THE CITY. BOTH MEN AND WOMEN ARE VERY RELAXED. THE MEN DRINK WINE WITHOUT YOU PUSHING ME, WITHOUT BLACKMAIL, WITHOUT RESPECT FOR YOU, BUT A SIMPLEST AND MOST INSOLENT TOAST BETWEEN BROTHERS. THE WOMEN ARE HAPPY TO EAT A ROASTED STRING, WITHOUT A TURD, WITHOUT HYGIENE, WITH NO MANNERS, BUT WITH THE SIMPLEST, MOST RELAXED FOOD, WITH NO CONCERN FOR THE OBSCENITY OF THEIR LIPS. THIS IS THE JOY OF THOSE OF US WHO LIVE IN THE CITY. THOSE SO-CALLED NOBILITY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND. IN THEIR VIEW, THIS GRUESOME ENVIRONMENT, THIS FOOD WITHOUT FACE, IS THE BITTER LIFE OF THE SO-CALLED POOR. OH, IT IS SO PATHETIC THAT WHEN THEY SHAKE WINE WITH GRACE, SITTING IN THE CLARION OF CANDLES, WE SWALLOW THE REBAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EARTH. BUT IN OUR EYES, IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS THIS CHEAP ROASTING. EATING MEAT, DRINKING BOWLS, THE JOY OF THE WELL, SO LOUD AND LOUD, LIKE WATER FOR FISH, COLD AND CONSCIOUS. THE JOY OF THE CITY'S WELL IS SO TRUE AND HONEST, AND MORE THAN ALL THE LUXURIES OF HYPOCRISY. I LIKE TO DRINK IN THIS ENVIRONMENT, WITH THE VULGAR WORDS IN MY EAR, WITH THE COMPLAINTS OF LIFE, WITH THE LITTLE THINGS IN MY PARENTS THAT MAKE ME FEEL REAL, WITH THE HAPPINESS OF LIFE. DRINKING WITH GRAINS OF RICE, TEARING UP A WHOLE ROAST, LOOKING AT THE SPICY, STRAIGHT TONGUES OF RICE, THE SMOOTH, UNBRIDLED, MAN WHO EATS IN A FANCY RESTAURANT WILL NEVER KNOW. NO MATTER HOW TROUBLED DAY IS, NO MATTER HOW TROUBLED DAY MAY BE, NO MATTER HOW SMALL AND FRAGMENTED DAY MAY BE, NO MATTER HOW OBNOXIOUS DAY MAY BE, NO MATTER HOW OBNOXIOUS DAY MAY BE, NO MATTER HOW DEPENDENT DAY MAY BE ON THE WEALTH OF OTHERS. AT THIS MOMENT, THE JOY THAT THIS GREAT QUEUE BRINGS US IS EVERYTHING, THE SOURCE OF ALL HAPPINESS. IN THIS MOMENT, FRIENDS ON THE SIDE, FOOD ON THE SIDE, WINE ON THE SIDE, BEAUTIFUL WOMEN ON THE SIDE, OLD AND YOUNG LOVERS WATCHING THOSE WALKS, BUT SO ON. I'VE HAD ENOUGH TO EAT AND I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH MI-SHELL BACK BY THE CAR. HE'S ALREADY ASLEEP IN THE BACK SEAT AND HIS EYEBROW IS STILL WRINKLED. I SMILED AT THE RICE GRAINS: "THE DARK OF THE DAY, THE JOY OF THE WELLS, SHE WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND." CHU'S HEART IS BLUE AND HE'S CRAZY。
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Beef is rich in proteins, amino acid composition is closer to human needs than pork and increases the body ' s resistance to disease. It is applied to people who have a moderate downfall, a short-temperature, cortex acid, chronic anaemia and a dizziness. Beef should not be eaten often, once a week. Beef is not easily decompressed, and a mountain, an orange peel or a little tea leaves can make it perishable. The muscular fibres of beef are rougher than digestive, with higher cholesterol and fat, so it is not appropriate for the elderly, young children and those with weak digestive capacity to eat more or to eat fertilized beef properly. Western modern medical studies have found that beef is red meat, contains a stench of acetylene and is overingestion of unhealthy health. Persons suffering from skin, liver and kidney diseases should be carefully fed。
