When I was a kid, I was in poor shape, and I had two little diseases for three days. Every time you get sick, you always start in the morning, and hospital runs in the middle of the night are common. It's always better to forget the pain, to play and dance all day, to sweat and get a cold fever. Thirty-eight and ninety-nine degrees of high temperature burn me mentally and pull my head off. All night long. Dad knows exactly what I want to eat. To meet the demands of the daughter. Dad immediately told the busy mother to put down her work and get me some soybeans in the pickle. My favorite is to eat the whole soybeans in my hand, and when I hold the cool soybeans in my hand, and I taste the sour, cold and cold in my mouth, it gives me a lot of energy at once, and it seems to be getting sour. Mom gave me a bowl of soybeans paste in the kitchen in time. It's full of cucumbers, soybeans, and sour soup. I'm so curious that I drink the soup. After eating, he went into a bed covered in cotton and was sweating and asleep. The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, the next day. I'm acting like I'm losing my fever. Now, it's amazing to think that the coolness of the soybeans brought down my heat, or that bowl of soybeans noodles ran away from me
There's a food that is sour and sour, and with them, you eat more without knowing it. You have to cook more when you have it. Otherwise, you'll have to eat more. Sourbeans are one of these, whether it's buns or rice, and it's coming down fast. The sour bean's sour is always so seductive, with five bouquets of meat, that the sour tastes even more charming, and it's a perfect match for a lovely dish. Vegetables: Potatofruits (which are the best of their own, they can't be bought, they're not as beautiful as they are, they can't be solved) Scrumptious onions: salt sugar
