Barbecue

It's getting hot, it's so hot in the evening, it smells like barbecue. There's a truth to the journey. The best meal is noodle and barbecue. It's a smell wherever you go. I don't think anyone likes barbecue, do they? While experts say all day that barbecue is a piece of junk food that contains more or less harmful substances, the temptation to barbecue is still overwhelming, a primitive memory of human beings, starting with humans learning to eat with fire. Ever since I was a kid, it's a lamb string. Every time my father or mother goes shopping, I'm going after her to get a five-dollar barbecue. It's a small lamb string, a dollar or seven, and it's a bargain. Five dollars is nothing now, and at that time, a worker's wages for days, a farmer doesn't know what it is. Remember once when I went to Kikukawa with my dad, I had to eat again, and I had to roast, so Dad told me where to go, took me around the town with my clothes, and didn't find the barbeque, so I got tired and took a 50 cent bus home. When I got home, I told my mother, "You're a bear," and I knew it was Dad's job to pick a road that didn't sell barbecue. You know, it was a poor family. Kids didn't know anything. Reform has opened up, and small businesses have taken place in the home, previously called speculation. Conditions got better, and it wasn't the same as now. It's only in Kikukawa County that someone sells. It's not worth running a dozen miles to get some barbecue. Do it yourself. So when I was a teenager, I baked a barbecue in the street. It's called a barbecue. There was a pile of firewood, a brick ring, a bonfire, and only red charcoal left to burn. More than a metre of barbed wire, cut off a hundred bucks of good meat, big barbecues, big barbecues, large bowls of wine. It's all made of meat grinders. As for the process, the monkeys know how to learn from people. I don't eat barbecues for nothing. Gradually, there were barbecue stalls all over the city, so my family also set up a barbeque in the village and set up a barbeque. For a man of my special skills who finishes his homework every afternoon, barbecues, pours wine, pours water, sweeps the floor, wipes the table, brushes the bowls, makes the books, makes the books, makes the books... in a small store. Business is hot. Remember when the barbecue went up, a dollar three. And then the price went up, and the pork went up like chicken blood. We're getting smaller and smaller, and we're eating less and less. I don't want to add that the price of meat has been rising, the barbeque has been for over two years, and everyone knows what it is. My people were determined not to feed, so they closed their doors and found a way out, remembering the last barbecue they had at home, as if there were bookstore moms. In 2004, the barbecue had already reached $1.2 and she said it was the best barbecue she had ever eaten. Why is it good, meat good。