Time's running out. It's almost weekend. Worked hard for a week and what to save my stomach? On weekends, it is inevitable to go out and eat and drink, and if three or five best friends or best friends are at home to cook, cook, and have a good meal, give themselves a reason to eat. The kitchen is a painful and happy place. This place has laughs, joys, pains and sorrows. It is not what you want to see the food you make with your own hands, and it is a sense of disappointment. But the kitchen is more of a creation paradise, where you can show yourself, and no one has to do anything today, the style, the mix, the style. You like it, have fun. Readers is one person, one text. Kitchen is a mood, a dish. Today's main character — the Secret Creams — is a idle, free heart. In front of it, you may remove a long-defeated mask, a glass of wine, and let your drifting thoughts lead to the wind. You are free, happy, unbounded. For you are the one who eats food and tastes it alone. You don't need anything else. You just need yourself
