520 days, it must have been a sign of food. I made cookies and made them like roses. I'm one of them. Tell them I love them with food! A little white chocolate melted, a little bit on the side, a little rose petal glued, which didn't make cookies look better, but with chocolate, it tasted better, and my son especially loved those with chocolate. And it's not butter with eggs, it's butter with light cream, it's more fragrance, and it's very soft。
Sunshine after noon, warm in front of the window, always in my heart. Do you ever wonder how you spend your time in the warm afternoons? A cup of red tea, a piece of chocolate cake, which landed at the tip of the tongue, and a odour of odour, which was softly sweet, glamorously overflowing, with all the entanglements swung. A man who is lazy to enjoy, that is the joy of life. In the good memories of many people, happiness resonates like chocolate. Everyone has a reason to love chocolate. I love the moment of chocolate showers. When the chocolate melts in your mouth, the perfume is thick, soft and delicate, and closes your eyes. The faceless chocolate cake, which is rich in layers, is not a uniformly uniform like a cheesecake, but carries the magic of a chubby chocolate, with the tip of the tongue that makes you want to stop it。
