A few days ago I went to Chongqing, and my stomach was full of Chongqing's spicy food, and when I came back, I wanted to eat something that tasted and didn't stimulate. Open the fridge and see this lovely cabbage. Take out a bag, get another frozen pork pie, as if I'd seen a big fat bun coming at me. Wow, I can't wait! Cutting, fried meat, cobbled, bagged, steamed. My mom and I worked very slowly. When it's almost dark, the fat, fat, fat little cabbage with a big steaming veggie is out. Bite, uh, it smells good. The cabbage gets warmed up twice, but it's a special meathead. I ate three in a row. I think it's worth a lot of work to do tomorrow morning