A LONG LONG LONG GRASS, A MAN WHO ATE IT, WAS IMPRESSED BY TWO THINGS: ONE IS THAT THE ORIGINAL SAID TO BREAK THE FRUIT, TO EXTRACT THE DROP OF THE JUICE, BUT I BROKE ALL OF IT, AND THERE WAS NO DROP OF THE JUICE! THEN, THE SQUARE IS DEAD, THE MAN IS ALIVE, SO I SQUEEZED THE JUICE OUT. THE OTHER IS THAT THE YELLOW PASTE WAS DRY, AND ONCE I THOUGHT IT WOULD FAIL, I PULLED THE EGG UP FROM THE BOTTOM WHEN I ADDED A THIRD OF THE PROTEIN CREAM, BUT WHEN I DID, IT DIDN'T FEEL SO BAD, BUT IT MIGHT BE DIFFICULT TO MIX THE NEW HANDS, AND IT COULD BE SO LONG AS THEY DIDN'T MIX. THE TWO EGGS I MADE IN HALF, THE MOLD WAS 15CM, THE ORIGINAL WAS 4 EGGS, AND THE ORIGINAL ONE WAS 17CM, AND I USED 17 CCM, WERE USED TO MAKE A TIE BETWEEN EMPTY AND NORMAL, BECAUSE THE AREA WAS EMPTY, INCREASED THE HEAT AREA, AND THE PROBLEM OF THE NEW HANDS MOST AFRAID OF NOT ROASTING THE CROTCH COULD BE REDUCED, OF COURSE, ENOUGH TIME TO BAKE. THE LAST THING TO SAY IS THAT IT TASTES A LITTLE BITTER, LITTLE BITTER
Look at this short 25-litre oven. Mr. Meng's red chorus marble, 180 on fire and 190 on fire. It's never been roasted with this temperature. It's always been 140, and the space is higher than this oven. It's a low space like this, and it's not like you're going to be able to copy Mr. Meng. It's always thought the oven couldn't go up and down. In recent days, it has suddenly been felt that it would be too arbitrary to make this conclusion without being tested. Although the instructions do not mention that this function would make the middle toucher to the lower fire temperature redundant, the unproven conclusion is always questionable. Tighten the face, preheat the oven, touch the heater key, set it at 130 degrees, then touch the heater key, however, there is no reaction, regardless of the touch. Don't bother. The instinct was right at first. Give up the idea of fire separation and reset it to 140 degrees. After a short preheat, you're in the baking, and there's some concern that it's too low for the pasta to start. From time to time, it is true that the paste rose slowly, nearing the top of the mold, and that a hanging heart finally fell down. As the surface is baked, the paste's bouquet becomes blurred. It's hard to guess. It's an unexpected pleasure to stay out of the cold and look at the bottom. One more cut is an unexpected effect。
