It seems that the pot has become a dream ever since it became available, and that parents in their home country are used to cooking with the cooker and cooking with a large earth cooker. Sometimes when I came back home, I heard the old man or his mother saying, "Today's rice is cooked in a pot." That meal was a long one before I got to my mouth. If there's a pot in a farmer's band near the city, it's a big selling spot. It's so good to have a big plough on the side of rice. A couple of days ago, my colleague came back from a trip and sent a bag of pots, and the hard guys were so tired that they wanted to make them themselves. This year's green tea has been taken for the first time, and it's already sprayed, and it's time to go to work and count down to 10 minutes. I'll just hang on. As a result, home from work, the air around the oven was hot, and the clock was never zero, and the newly purchased oven was full of coke. Thank God. You know, it was supposed to be on silica paper. Come back and think of it, you got onions, you got onions