The rice family almost stopped eating pork for the sake of nano, and the sausages were naturally no longer made, but Mama was still a little morbid, bought a few finished products, bought less, and told Nami, "You can't eat this." Nami, "Why?" "Mama, it's pork, with pig oil." Nano: "I know." After a while, Nami said to Mom, "Mom, don't buy this anymore. Grown-up eats a kid's eye!" Mommy wants to laugh, she doesn't laugh, she says she won't buy any more! Oh, no, no
HAPPINESS, LIKE FLOWERS, IS ALL SORTS OF HAPPINESS, AND THE HEART IS SWEET AND SWEET. AFTER N YEARS, IT IS REMINISCENT OF THE YEAR, BUT IT IS THE THOUGHT OF A CHILD'S FOOD, A CHILD'S SNACK, A MOTHER'S SMELL, AN UNOBSERVED OXEN IN THE STREETS, TOFU, SWEET ACID. ONE OF THE FOODS THAT I LIKED FROM CHILDHOOD WAS CARROTS, WHICH I USED TO LOVE, BUT RARELY CUT FLOWERS, THE SUN WAS BRIGHT TODAY, THE MOOD WAS GOOD, AND THE FOOD WAS CHANGED。
