Recently, a book of personal tastes was borrowed from a friend, who was only able to read it one day at the end of the day, and the result was that it was too nuanced and hungry to get off work. Happily, I'll catch up with my mom's new ass-meat meat, with cakes, stews, and the fragrance. I like the book's title, Private Taste, not some food review. Tastes are equal to people, and everyone can taste them, but not everyone can understand them. It's the taste of it. It's only for yourself. Sour, sour, sour, sour. You can't eat spicy yourself, you have a preference for sour sweets. Whether it be sugar or ketchup or orange juice, these sour-sweet dishes always reminiscent of the sound of the mouth and, even more, of the mouth. This ridge, made of orange juice, is the taste of both seductive and appetizery, with a light orange fragrance, while the meat is charred out, which is delicious
