White and black fish soup

Remember when you stood in front of the company with a pineapple at the door for a few hours; you stood in front of me without a phone call for 10 minutes on the way; you remember the first time you bought me a windsuit, which cost me more than 1,500, and you paid me for it without saying anything; you kept me warm when my hands and feet were cold; and you said, "Don't go to work, I feed you." Twelve years ago, he was introduced and met by his husband, who was living in his company's dormitory, and three were jointly rented and asked an aunt to cook for them. After a formal relationship with his husband, he was often given a little snack, and the best part was the fish soup that he learned from his mother, which, although not so beautiful at that time, was always washed up every time he finished. Eat and say, "It's delicious, give it back later." It's beautiful that I nod. Maybe it was my soup. We were married on December 12th. Twelve years have passed, but we've grown more and more fond of each other, enjoying each other's daily happiness, and occasionally taking a walk, sometimes watching a movie with children on their backs, and occasionally having candlelight dinner. Husband likes soup, which we all call "Treat fish soup" often appears on our table and is now the child's favorite. It's made of seafish, but it's not a taste, it's fresh, it's delicious。