This year, the family has had a bit of drying, and it has had about three or four meals, but not much, and it has tried to get too much sun and throw it, and this year the elderly have not been able to go home and cut it. I love bamboo, fresh or dry, acid or spicy, but I'm not tired of it. If you eat your own sun, buy some, and the villagers on Shaquille Street have their own sun, 25 pounds of good quality, sold on a daily basis, and one person sells it at the entrance to my office。