Weekend, Chongqing rains. At last, winter's getting closer. And the stars on the half-mountain shall be lit, as if they were in the clouds. In this southern city, where there's no heat, I feel the silk in the air. And suddenly, it's about the theme song in "The Princess of the Ghost." This week, there has been a desire to publish food recipes and logs, but always good pictures, but no pen. It's not so hard to get home food. Finally, it's finished. It's very simple and ordinary: twilight omelet soup。
