This city, where I grew up in diversity, was probably a couple of days worth showing off with a bowl of that variety in the middle of the summer. The old soup is green bean rice, date of honey, gold oranges, red silk greens, winter melon sugar, and iced mint water. Now and in the summer, many people will agree that they want to eat a variety of soup, miss the diversity of old soup, and actually miss the old days. Me too! Same here! Every year, you do it yourself, not the same as the old man. There's no red silk, no sugar, no sugar, no rice, no date, no orange, no mint. In this bowl of soup, there's no cucumber, no sugared green plum, no red silk, no tea made of grapefruit
