Sour chicken

IT'S ANOTHER DISH IN THE RECIPE. SPEAKING OF SOUR CHICKENS, I ASKED PAPA TO TRY. HE REACTS FLAT: IS IT GOOD? DIFFERENT PLACES, DIFFERENT TASTES. I LOOK FORWARD TO IT. IT'S SOUR WITH SOUR VEGETABLES, IT'S GONNA BE AWESOME. PEOPLE WITH SOUR TASTE ARE LAUGHING AT THEIR BRAINS RIGHT NOW. AND WHEN THE HEAD IS SLASHED, "IF YOU DO, GO AND BUY IT," AND "OW!" SOME SQUIRM IN THE CORNER OF THE WALL WITH MUSHROOMS. LATER. IT'S WHEN PAPA AND MAMA GO SHOPPING ON SUNDAY AND COME BACK TO THE MARKET FOR SHOPPING; A PHONE CALL CAME BACK AND ASKED ME WHAT I NEEDED TO COOK. THAT'S SWEET. AND THEN THERE'S THE RECIPE I MADE WITH YANG. IT WAS NEVER THOUGHT THAT A COMMON CABBAGE, AFTER SOME TIME OF PICKLING, WITH ITS MAGICAL TRANSFORMATIONAL POWER, WOULD PRODUCE A FASCINATED TASTE OF SOURNESS AND A SENSE OF EUPHEMISM. UH-HUH, A LITTLE SOUR IN THE WINTER JUST FINE. JUST IN THE COLD, FALLING IN LOVE WITH THAT WARM ACID. IN COLD WINTER, LET US HAVE A HAPPY WARM WINTER