Today, once again, there is an impasse in which we can't afford to eat fried chicken wings, lose weight, eat our sorry stomachs, don't eat our sorry grunts ... or bite our teeth and swallow their mouths. But the more you can't eat it, the more it gets, the more the chicken wings take over the brain in the afternoon. Oh, come on, let's eat it. That's it. It's not a drop of oil, but it's a curry curry
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speaking of roasted chicken wings, i remember a story about my childhood... i'm sorry. when we were little, most of our chickens were red-burned, sort of like yellow sauerkraut. i used to see actors on tv holding a whole chicken bite and eating that smell! i'd like to eat a chicken, too, when grandpa was in a good mood, and he was convinced to make a whole chicken (forgot how he did it, it seemed steamed), who knew that grandpa was ready not to eat for us, but rather to confess his ancestors in the fragrance case. i have no objection to that, but what used to be at the table, if it was a dish, would basically be taken down and eaten. but i didn't know what was going on. the chicken was there all day. at the beginning of the year, i couldn't eat the whole table, i looked at the chicken with my eyes, and slobbered, and couldn't let anyone see me! i couldn't help it until the first night, so i snuck the plate down and learned how it was on tv, and i chewed on the chicken. it's not good! so i snuck it back in, scared people would see it, and i turned the chicken over, and i bit it over there and hid it. the next day is the second year of the year. we have the custom of eating dumplings in the mornings, wrapping coins in dumplings, and anyone who eats them will be lucky for the whole year. i'm the princess of our family's fortune. i can eat dumplings every year. but that year, i've had more than 10 of them and i've had more than 20 of them. finally, dad ate the money and i stopped. and he thought, "i must have seen my ancestors steal chicken and come here to punish me!" he was ashamed and scared, and he thought he'd go to grandpa and his ex, and told him that the chicken had been bit by me. grandpa laughed at me when he saw me. he said i knew you had stolen it, and i saw it when you ate it. it's okay, eat it if you want it. so he pulled off the chicken and ripped me off a chicken leg. i'm relieved that grandpa saw it and forgive me. because after that, i started eating dumplings at the beginning of every year
