This year's cabbage is not as good as it was in the past, it's not very watery, it's a few layers out there, it's not good, it's not good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's bad, it's good, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, and it's good, and it's good to use water to make it wet. So, dinners these days are basically a pot of sauerkraut, and a pot of sauerkraut. Look, a pot of gold soup and veal is on the table again. In addition to the cabbage of dry cabbage, soup and soup water is the most comfortable in nine cold days, and children are away from their homes in college, and the three “shelter” diets of the elderly are more likely to favour soup. The little pot comes up to the table, the grunts are hot, and there is a feeling of “smoking” in the house. Aren't you tired of a pot of soup every night? Of course I don't bother, because the vegetables and the meat are all groceries! It's a fat piece of cow today. 400 grams a box of three people. The meat slices are a little fatter, and the grease is just as absorbed by cabbage, and it's not wood; the skinny ones, though not ready to enter, chew their heads; the gold soup is beautiful and the salty acid is perfect。
