ON THE SUMMER OF THE FIRE, A GUEST WILL VISIT AND MAKE HIMSELF A COLD, SWEET, SOUR DRINK. BECAUSE OF THE YOGHURT, THE RICE AND THE HONEY BEANS, THE YOGURT ICE CREAM, THE FEELING OF SAND, THE DEW OF Q, AND THE SLAG, IF IT WERE TO COME OUT, IT WOULD BE VERY WELCOME。
Both snow and potatoes are good for paint, and when you're tired of silver-earth soup, it'll be a new way of making plain foods. I always said, "If I open a sweet shop one day, I'll make a soup that is soothing and tanned." The bowl is covered with silver ears, potatoes, papayas and Simes. The silver ears do not have to boil for more than an hour as usual, nor do they have to worry about the fire. I boil them with soy milk machines, with tiny granules collide in dreamy potato colours, and in the moments of the entrance, they can smell a cold silver ear and feel a ostrich in their mouths. And with the smooth Sime, the taste is great。
