Red bean rice soup There's nothing left, Red Bean, small, dry, dry, wet. It's just that there's nothing left to do at home。
The spleen is wet to make the sunflower Autumn is strong in kidneys, rice spleen is humid, white bean is low in the air, torn in the stomach, and cold in the autumn and rice。
It's porridge It's raining again, and it feels like our winter's been here, and spring's been pushed aside. Inside, I still need to wear cotton. I'm in love with hot soup, too. The rest of the sacrificial powder, with some rice for porridge, wet and warm。