Speaking of love, this fried shrimp is three generations old in our house. First of all, when I was a kid, my dad loved to do it, and it was delicious to have a little shrimp that was used to be scarce and that was fried, especially with the pancakes we branded here, and it was a pleasure to fry. And then, once in a while, when you get a family, you buy a little bit of live shrimp, remember, when you do it for the first time after marriage, you remind your husband that he loved it when he was a kid. Hey, how come we didn't love it when we were kids? It's like New Year's. Later, the material became more and more abundant, and the fried food was considered unhealthy, so little was done, but in a year or two I couldn't help but do it the last time to relive the taste of childhood. To tell you the truth, the fried shrimp is delicious, and it's so cozy, even my son likes to eat rice. When it blew up today, his son went straight on a roll of pies, and he ate all, and said, "I haven't eaten for a long time. It smells good." Isn't it delicious that a fried shrimp gets the taste of three generations
