A box of mascapanes that had all the ideas for it, bread. I didn't expect the operation to be unsealed and frozen. Without that, Maskarpun would not have been able to make it, and it would have been a real mess. It would be nice to quickly change thinking, and the wounded Maskapen can't recover a silky sense of smoothness, rubbing it in the face, turning it into bread. Just a glimpse of Maskapen's toast. Find it. Half a pound of noodles, a bakery version, thinking about turning the bakery into a oven, making two little toasts, eating one, delivering one. I was wondering when I was preparing the material. I've lost my head, and suddenly I've lost my senses, so I'll just have a baker version。
