"when one rides a red dust concubine smiles, no one knows it's a leech." in may, it was not the season of twigs, and the varieties seen at the supermarket were called "caucoup smiles", also known as the falling pond, the yuche bag, but the fruit was thick and tasteful. the gill is my favorite fruit, the smell of which is expressed in a poem written in white, and which chews upon the heaven and smells of the world. and lately i've seen fruit and i've been trying to make it into a dish, fruit into a dish, fruit to eat, and look at nature, smell fresh, and eat. however, fruit not only considers the legitimacy of the mix, but also the importance of maintaining the fruit quality with proper cooking methods. there's one of the traditional cuisine grafts in the switchboard. however, this dish is not cooked with gills, but with a cutter's piece of meat, which looks like gills, and our school restaurant's so-called gills can't even talk about "form". there's a chicken in cuisine. of course i can't find a chicken in cuisine. so, i'll do my own twig round. it's a perfect match for chicken, but recently it's been replaced by pork instead of touching duck. and in order to be more colourful, i have also bought some lovely pearls, but she is a tomato breed, but the fruit is round, weighing about 15 g each, and it is a good mix。
It's hard, and everyone knows it's cool to eat a little of it in the summer. But most people still can't bear it. Me too. This time, I tried to combine sweet twigs with bitter melons and add a little honey white. Jealousy, simple and easy, white and green, ice in the fridge, food, sweetness, sweetness, coldness, delicious
