VEGETABLES ARE THICK AND DELICIOUS, AND THEY ARE FERTILIZED, PICKLED, MIXED AND FRIED. THEY CAN COOK, MAKE, SAUCE, PICKLE, AND TASTE UNIQUE, AND THEY CAN TASTE. THE GUACAMOLE IS COLD AND SWEET, AND IT IS AN EXCELLENT SUMMER-BREAKER WITH RICH MINERAL CALCIUM, PHOSPHORUS, IRON, SUGAR, LEMON ACID AND SMALL AMOUNTS OF VITAMIN A, B VITAMIN C, ETC。
It's getting hotter, so I'd like to have some fresh and simple food, and I'll use it today. First, the skin of the guacamole is removed, then the seed in the middle is removed and sliced into the bowl; then the spices such as salt, garlic and vinegar are added, and the peppers and peppers are hot and fried on the stove, so that the precipitine can be put into the bowl while it is hot. It doesn't taste too strong per se, but it's watery, soft, soft, though simple, but it's much more spicy and sweet, especially for this hot summer。
The second season of China on the tip of the tongue, which has been postponed, finally met you on the night of April 18th, with beautiful images, delicate images, plentiful characters, fine whispers, food for the people who are on the road, to taste the bitterness of their hard work and sweat. No matter how hastily, no matter how unsolved and sad, there is always a smell that reminds us every day, in its own way, at the tip of our tongues, of the direction of tomorrow and of the place of yesterday. The Footsteps lead to a “clash between the taste buds and the country,” and to the feeling that the country's sad elements are hitting people deeply. Tibetan boys climb dozens of metres to collect wild honey to raise school fees for their brothers, professional beekeepers and professional beekeepers travel on the road for 11 months a year and so on, and it's so painful to read, and it's the “last barter” that I can't forget, and they waved sickle images in the wheat fields, all of which were so clear that they made less than a thousand dollars in a dozen days. Where are they going with the progress of the times and the pace of machineization? The old lady set the windbox on fire, making a pair of pants for the wheatmen in the most primitive way. Maybe they can taste warmth and hope from a bowl of face