It's a bakery version of almond toast, floating a piece of almond. Now it's hot, making bread a lot faster, and at night, the family sits around and laughs, watching TV and making a toaster bake, a very simple life, a happy day. The bread machine makes bread, which I like most not only conveniently, but also large enough to make extra bread. For a family like me, which sells a very large amount of bread a day, it's perfect。
In the subway, he held her hand. He and she are better than who's hands. Their kids did the same thing that attracted me. I saw his hands clearly rough, but her hands were smooth. And she looked at her hands with a smile full of glamour, a hand comparable to that of a maiden, full of light, and she could see happiness and satisfaction. When she was young, she must have done nothing. He took good care of her. She's holding his arms and her face of happiness. He held her hand in his hand and could see that they were in love. After a while, he took a bread out of the bag, half the petal to her. She shakes her head and smiles over it. He looked at her, listening to him, saying that you weren't the favorite when you were young. She answered, and now I think that they've probably been doing this all along, eating together, sitting together, holding hands, though in crowded subways, but their happiness and well-being make me feel like they're somewhere else, from where I can see it, blowing the waves。
