This morning I went to the kitchen to buy chicken wings, and I saw an old lady pick a basket of lemons and a fresh water spirit, and I couldn't stop to pick two pounds. Two fifty-one pounds, full of perfumed lemons, and remembering the six and two of the lemons on the supermarket shelf, the lemons didn't smell at all. The fresh and cheap ones are a treasure, they're fresh, they're fresh, they're eating, they're eating, they're cooking, they're burning, they're eating, they're eating。
