The corn-skinned puppet

The corn-skinned puppet

When young, food is supplied, and is measured on the headcount of each household account, with both coarse and fine grains in proportion. Every month, the little white-faced mothers are saved, waiting for fathers who work in the county to come back to improve their lives or to eat. At that time, we ate the most: corn paste. Mom makes all kinds of good food with corn noodles, and we never felt the pain of life. They're made of boiled potatoes and corn flour, they're fertilized in the upper cages, they're made of onions and they're made of onions, and they're made of pickled pickles with round cabbage. That tastes really drunk. Mom's smell, always follow。