My niece sent me wheat so I could plant wheat sprouts at home and drink particularly nutritious juice. I was a lazy man who hadn't worked for a long time. Wheat had a warranty period, a long period of fear of deterioration, so I went straight with groceries and dates, which suddenly turned into breakfast cakes, lean and smooth, sweet and sweet. I didn't know that my family liked it so much, had a bowl every morning, had a heartful lung, had a healthy kidney, improved immunity, and had a much higher nutritional value than rice porridge。