The other day, when they bought meat, saw that they were pretty, couldn't stand to buy a piece, came back to think of what they would do, made an electric cooker, probably saw a fat kid not eat it, burned it, so that they didn't eat it, added some quail eggs, and destroyed some quail eggs in the fridge. In the winter, a relative brought us two sacks of quail eggs and some apples, and I was dressed, and she wasn't so sweet, and the family wasn't so sweet, and bought us something for the holidays. And I had quail eggs in the fridge, and I was sad to see a box of apples that I bought a while ago。