Red sugar bean crotch

The annual midday machine is almost there, and we're not going to fall behind a few times. It's still two years to get it out. Looks like it's easy to look at a bag, but it's not sure if it's a leak or a porridge. The first time I blew one, it was really porridge. There's a lot of missing points. The second time, though unexploded, was not good-looking, so last year there were no saps in the menu. This year, we are continuing our efforts to achieve results. Let's get a red sugar bean crotch first. It's the one that came up this year. It's the most impressive smell in my memory. I worked outside when I was a kid. I was 16. It's also the second year of work, which coincides with the arrival of no one. I miss my family, thinking the boss won't let us. It's a good thing the boss's wife had three big pots and everyone in the distribution plant had to live in their own country. The first bite I ate was home, and the only thing I knew was that it tasted good but didn't know the smell of red sugar was the heart of the bean. I've been thinking about that smell for years, and it doesn't taste like it in sugar and red beans, and suddenly I think of the smell I'm thinking about. I remember the smell of red honey beans, the most popular one in my bag, and the fastest one to destroy。