It's been a year since my son went to college, and I don't know if it's a long diet or something? I used to love the son of the big one, but now I'm used to the fresh oil, and I see his dad doesn't pick one of his red meat chopsticks and ask him why he doesn't eat it. He said, "There's too much oil to eat." But the next day, I bought children who loved their skin bellys, pork livers, tofu nuts and groin, and the hams and squid rings that they had in their homes, and I made this light twirl with mushrooms and ears. And when I put the twirl on the table, I asked him if he wanted to put any more of the kettles, or something, and the kid said, "No, just like this, Mom." I'm more happy to be a mother when I see a child who doesn't even need to eat. If the child likes it, it's better
