As they say, the cork is heavy, the cork is heavy. And I'm more greedy and I always like fish and bear palms, and I like thin-skinned tarts. The skin must have bones, eat it, and not softly. Plutonium needs to be balanced, nourished and gnawed. This spring season has just come through green leaves. It's a good season to eat. It is rich in natural antibiotics that can be eaten alive, purified with the green leaves that it collects, covered in vinegar and soy sauce, and chewed bitterly, but not tasteful. And We made fresh plums, and We suppressed the transparent skins, and We wrapped them with thin tatters, and We boiled them with pots. The new tastes of dandelion, the hot air, the nostrils, the charisma, are overwhelming。
Life is getting better and more fish and meat are being eaten, yet it is always difficult to mention appetites and memories of childhood food. The most impressive thing is that the spring table will never be without a picnic -- a pickle. There are no more vegetables and wild vegetables than she represents the smell of spring. In the spring of childhood, with a basket of bamboo, you can find her everywhere in the field, always pick a basket full of kerosene, go home and light a kerosene lamp, and watch with your head wide open, and make her a variety of foods. The most memorable is the fragrance casserole. That's her. She was with us through a tough spring. And it's the same variety of groceries that Mom makes, and I've had a wonderful desire to eat since I was a kid, to learn to cook food, and when I was seven years old, I set fire to my mom when she wasn't home, and I wanted to make a pot of fragrance paste to surprise them. As a result, the casserole sticker was not made and the house burned clean. Don't learn from me, my little friends. If you want to learn from me, you must have parents to guide and guard。
