There's a junior high school student at home, and it's really fast. Dabao leaves at 6:10 a.m. every morning and arrives at home almost 9:00 p.m. The day before yesterday, the poor boy came to me and said he wanted to eat a roasted lamb and asked me if I could take him on Friday night or Saturday night to get rid of it. When my twenty-four filial mom looked at him like that, she baked him a meatline yesterday morning to make him understand Moe. In order to combine the young man's acne, I made a soy-dry for the young man's meat string. This time I baked it with a steambox in the Westhouse, which is good for use in my old recipe. But my favorite thing is that it's self-cleaning, and the friends who love the oven know it's not easy to clean. But this steambox has its own cleaning function, and it saves me a lot of effort. Every time we eat a snack like a chicken roasted fish string, we're going to pick a clean model, a program down, and the inside of the steambox smells like nothing but oil stains. I believe that's one of the important reasons why friends love steam ovens。
I came back from work and went to the supermarket, bought some meat, saw the beans dry, and took a few. And then I went home to make dinner, pick up the raw material, look at the two eggplants in the fridge, try to make a meatloaf eggplant, and it turns out that one of the eggplants is broken, it's all black, it's not enough for one eggplant, it's better to cut a little more dry, and it's better to bring a couple of fragrances at the supermarket. It's a lot of soy sauce when it's taken, it's old, it's heavy, but it's good, it's good。