Western red soup

Western red soup

Mothers are Shandongs, who used to make goose soup when I was a kid, but I didn't like it because they didn't have any sauce and vegetables in them, which was so light. Maybe that's what it tastes like to a mother. It has been 20 years since Urumqi left his home, and it seems that there have been no more images of plumes in his memory since the day he left. Over the years, I've forgotten that there was a staple food in the happy childhood: the spastic soup. It was not until the previous few days that the word “pumpy soup” was seen on the Internet that the familiar and strange name came to mind. Pumpkin soup, unlike my mother, I've added tomatoes, eggs and onion oil, which tastes very strong. It's gotta change, isn't it? Next time I go back to Urumqi, I'm gonna make a goose soup. Parents will love it。