A simple and unspoken halogen egg. Every time I hear something new about cooking, I like to try it myself. When I went to college, I heard that beer can make eggs. I've been thinking about trying to get home. When I first did it, my mother looked at me with suspicion, and I couldn't afford to do it. When the result comes out, it looks good. Do you eat it? There's no smell in it. There were more than a dozen eggs cooked at the time. And the next day, it tasted. It's delicious. From now on, as soon as there's ever enough beer at home, Mom will say, make beer and eggs. Mom used to share a good meal with her neighbor, except for this beer, which I made more than a dozen or 20 eggs, and Mom wouldn't give a single one, and I asked her why she said, "I don't have enough food for myself." Ha-ha。
When I was a kid, my grandfather raised a couple of pigs every year, killed one every year, sold a part to the neighbors, made a part of the meat and kept a part of it for himself. Grandpa's own pig didn't put any feed on it, and it tasted so good. Mom always changes the way she cooks all kinds of food for us: Maiternity soup, pork balls, red meat, meatloaf steaming eggs, back to the pot, etc. The bottom of the bowl is dry, the memory of the fragrance is so warm even after many years。
