Fried powder

Fried powder

I suddenly thought it would be fun to walk around in people's gardens. Looking at a variety of foods of all colours and variety, the crowds of people who buy them find that there are still a lot of people who love life. To the kitchen, many fresh foods lay there, seeming to wait for the selection of their peers to buy them, then turn around and buy a lot of food without realizing it, and then fill the freezer with a full load of cold powder, which was never eaten yesterday, and rises up in the morning and looks at it, trying to fire it and bring it to the place to eat。