This time, a mountain potion chicken soup was made because it was made in the old house without a camera and had to be photographed on the cell phone. The soup has spleen, diarrhea, pulmonary renal, renal, retaliation, depravity, etc. This recipe was made while my mother-in-law was doing it. Because there were only three people eating that day, she bought a chicken and told me to burn it. She was accompanied by my husband to the temple. Now that she trusts me, I'll eat a chicken, only half a chicken soup, and the other half will wait for them to go home and eat white chicken。
It's a little interesting. It's not evaporating it, it's using it directly. There's a slight hesitation. Do you want to do it first? It is clear, however, that it would be more economical. It's so lazy, it'll save you a little bit — not even the skin. Didn't you say it'd be better if you ate it together? Anyway, it's muddy. Nobody can tell. There was also some concern that only maize and mountain medicine, too little water, were the cuisine very difficult to handle. The result is simply superfluous. The corn mountain medicine quickly turned into an incoherence. Harder, a little more oil, half fried. The oil smells good. If you only eat for yourself, you'll be free of oil. The oil-stained tacos are delicious. They taste like potatoes
