Ginger coconut-pattern potato bread

My dear old man, remember when we first learned that in the 1990s, the women's and children's stores on Central Street had been converted, cleaned up, I had to take you home, and you were just heating up alone, and I only knew that you could bake desserts, but there was no network, there was no baked books, there was nothing to say about the ingredients, and your greatest use at home was roasted melons and peanuts. When you were bored, hoping you'd make a difference, you were transferred to your sister, who sometimes baked potatoes, and didn't seem to be able to use your expertise, and then you were sent to the junkyard for five yuan and left behind a picture! Time travels, into the century, when I'm obsessed with food, the first thought comes to you -- my dear old man! I want you to pretend to be my happy life, and I'm asking you to come home for the second time, and this time you've matured, but you've got an independent temperature, a full wing, a strong function, and my baking road has opened up! Your first dedication was a little cracker, so delicious that the recipe was made! Then my nest was filled with your creativity, and the children were happy with your happiness! It's so dark to see your shadow at a weekly table. It's so boring! As you become more perfect, my love becomes stronger, apart from sweetness and sweetness, and deeper and deeper in that sweet pit, without thinking out, with you, in life full of sunshine