Mr. Meng's black and white sesame bread bar, the original breakfast plan, was too much to eat in recent days. It tickles, or turns it from a picture to a piece, and puts it on a few, as a snack. Mr. Meng said that if the oven is cooked, the inside is soft; if you add more, it is the whole. It's not too much to choose, it's just to bake to the color it likes, but it's to achieve the whole soft taste. It doesn't matter, eat the cookies, keep them。
“Behind the door, under the bridge, swim through a bunch of ducks, count one, two, four, six, seven, eight...” A song that my daughter likes, and recently the little ones are particularly fond of painting ducks, and each time they draw a large group, which is the mother, which is the sister, which is the sister, which is the second sister, and I'm not going to paint, I'm going to make it into cookies, and I'm going to have fun with the daughter。