Tomato lobster soup

Tomato lobster soup

The daily midday is not only drowsy, but the bandits also stretch out their laziness on the balcony, and the sun spills through the curtains and gives it a light. It's a quiet room in the office, with only a banging keyboard coming out, and not just a lamentation, but a quiet time. The old fish came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot soup in their hands and had not yet reached them, and a fresh fragrance flew into the nose. At first glance, white fish is particularly visible in red soup, and green onions are used to decorate, and the appetite increases. A little rush, and a taste of fresh fish and thick tomato soup, so that the lips may gulp with an incomprehensible fragrance, so that they may swallow their tongues。