The previous year, I had gone to Changsha alone for the wedding of my roommates, and, beyond that main purpose, it was natural that food would not be given away from the land. A person eats in a city, he or she has to prepare his or her homework in advance every time he or she travels. The Sands show me at last the “sniffing” of the local population, which is also the first thing that awakens the spirit of the Sands all day. The word "sniffing" is a very clever word, which, in a logical sense, is not interpreted as such, yet, when it comes to food, it is a simple word that reflects both food-eating behaviour and a bit of acousticism, which makes a case for death. Deeper in the night, the hot and high-hot long-sanders are still venting their energy, with large queues and roadside stalls becoming places for their best friends. And it's only in a place like this that the eaters will be so fast that they will sound "shut" but the main actor at night, from rice powder to a screw that looks better for "shut."。
