Red-tree yogurt cheesecake

Having left Beijing in July and been a full-time housewife for almost six months, I wonder why this enormous change has not upset me, but rather that the daily days of cooking at home make me more calm and happy. Perhaps my first ideal of life, as a child, is not nonsense: “The food eater, I'm going to be a eater”, and the parents were surprised that a six-year-old really knew what a eater was? And I've been obsessed with food since childhood. When I was 5 or 6 years old, I used to flush myself with sesame paste, rice powder and stuff every night, and when I was little, I stretched my feet out of the cupboard, and when my parents were watching TV, I came back to the living room and the kitchen, and even once again, after my parents had packed dumplings, I tried the dumplings on the board, and it was so bad that I could make almost all the dishes at home, sometimes working overtime for my mother, and I'd be ready to go to the company, and I'd be very surprised. As the school was getting more and more nervous, the cooking business came to an end, and there was no opportunity for university accommodation until I graduated, and I left the city where I grew up and started cooking again. Because the boys love meat, they start to buy recipes and study meat, and six years of living in the north, and they've had their career problems, and they've finally got the red book. Now it is possible to leave everything, alone alone with food, cats and lovers. Food will be an indivisible, destined part of my life。