Kachi is a very important day, not only for porridge, but also for bean sauce. It's a funny name for bean sauce. You can't tell what it is, but it's an upgraded lid. There are just a few more things to put in there: soy-dry, carrots, pickles, soybeans, potatoes and soybeans. No one said soy. Nobody can say anything, but that's what they call it. Old Beijing families had to prepare for this as soon as the New Year was over. The skins that are taken off when you make meat are kept. They'll be saved by the end of the year and will be used. The bean sauce is just a regular little cold dish, but it's a bit of a pain in the ass, but when it's ready, it's frozen outside, it's a long time, it's a small plate, it's a little bit of vinegar, and some of it's cold, it's delicious. With soy sauce and a lot of material, cooling and condensing is like amber, and you can see the dry carrots from the semi-transparent freeze。
what we're talking about today is the matter of making “meat”, which seems to be a small matter for the people. earlier, the “punto zongchuan noodles” rose by 20 per cent per year, inadvertently rising from 1.5 to 3.5. noodles are the same, people are the same, people are the same, people are the same price. i've had a long time since i've had an opinion on the earlier "pretty zongcheon noodles" and, in the end, the question of early hygiene. those things, you know. if you're determined not to eat out earlier, you'll have to make some meat sauce for breakfast. mr. kong said, “be gentle and new”, so that it would be a good student. yes, the same is true of cooking, and if you always set a pattern for cooking, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, meat sauce has been made many times, each time the squares are different, and the natural tastes are different. a better meat sauce can eat more noodles, and a bad taste can only be considered as a “food”. today's mushroom sauce should be fresh for all those who have eaten bubble noodles that smell like mushroom noodles that they miss long after eating. this time, the mushroom sauce, in order to highlight the lubricated taste, i put pig skins in the sauce, then cut the bouquets into a platinum porridge, and then put them in the shroom and pig-pimp for 90 minutes. in order to highlight the fragrance of mushrooms and broccoli, do not spare a lot of spices or spices. that's how the end-of-the-meat sauce makes the mushrooms thick and smooth。
Pork skin knows it's good. It's good. Hey. Every time you go to buy pork, the butcher shaves the skin, but the skin must be taken home, put it in the fridge, and next time you're going to buy pork, take it home, save it, and then freeze it. And beauty and beauty, and no joy. Scientists have found that the frequent consumption of pig skins or pig hoofs slows ageing and resists cancer. Because the pig skin contains a large amount of gelatin protein, it slows the aging of the body cells. He eats the skin, which is full of flesh, flexible, smooth, skin-proof, skin-pretty, hairy。
We're all alone, alone to the soul. On the plains of life, we walk alone, and our only companions are the shadows behind us, the words, the silences spring and autumn, the winters and summers, and the accumulation of that loneliness grow. We have become so fragile that we cannot believe ourselves that a little warmth, a little hope, can lead us to abandon ourselves, such as the drowning who grabs the loose straw ... We need consolation, we need to depend, we need a shoulder on which we can rely. Scramble the dust, how can you see it in the name of so-called love? We can only follow the footsteps of desire and move to an unknown future. All we have is our love, our mad and blind courage, our fearless heart. We're like a stubborn cow, with our heads down, close our eyes, push forward, bleed, bruises... ...the end is meant to be, the blind, the stubborn, the so-called courage, just the salt particles that you spilled on the wound. And the plentifulness fell, and all that was left was the number of wounds that we had in the corner of our lives alone, and the red colour stinged our eyes. Reaching out our tongues and licking their wounds, when the blood fills our mouths, the pain makes us almost faint. No one can be comforted, no one can count on it, but us alone, bearing the pain of the broken bones ... Think back, is this love? No! No! It's not love. It's love. It's love. It's love. This is nothing but a sorrow that we ourselves have sorely sought. Perhaps the person we should not love but still love has a familiar smell of what we dream of, and that's all it is.... The bad guy goes on to describe her love in the dialogue box, her sorrows... the bad guy's description has been completely over, or has been scattered or bitter or confused, and the forest master has lost my heart as a brother... as a father as a father. Bad Boy, perhaps when you come to a strange city alone, and he picks you up, you're destined to be his so-called prisoner of love. Those clumsy and gentle things, those incompetent pastes, have the taste of happiness that is missing from your memory I don't want to pursue, not understand, not think about. All I know is that it's not love. We can call it emotional deprivation. We can call it a supply for the blind, but we can't call it love! For, when he said “respect your decision” to bury that innocent little life in cold blood, he was already doomed — not to love — well, a good one, a fake monk — is finished. It's not easy to write。
