ever since i was a kid, i've had the same taste as my mother. shrimp casserole, cut fine oils, sprouts of equal size, eggs and oil, a bowl of warm soup all warm and warm, and then go to school with a bag. in fact, when i'm in class on sundays, my breakfast is very, very western, coffee milk for cereals, all kinds of bread or eggcakes, cheese bacon, and it'll be done in a few minutes. on weekends, i thought i'd change my taste, onion noodles, eggcakes, soup, a little homey. the day before, the chicken leg soup, the goose soup with chicken soup, the smelly warmth, the good day, starting with breakfast
When it comes to this bouquet of meat, you make it, you eat it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it, you make it。