The date is beef soup

The cold, the cold and the wet, the temperature seems to have dropped to its lowest. It's like a cat in front of a heater. The electric heating stoves are at the highest level, with a bit of gliding, while the heat still does not reach every corner of the room. From time to time, cold winds sewn through the door, like cold swords, and pierced the heart. All I want is a bowl of hot soup. The date of the date belongs to beef, which tastes flat in the soup, repletes the stomach, improves the blood so as to feed the blood, which is also referred to in the Finnammoto grass as “the birth of the child”. It's very nutritious and tasteful. It is when the blood is refilled and the pain is reduced and the medicine is required for it. The party's accompanied and bred with blood. The red date tastes flat; spleen and camping, blood and medicine are provided to enhance the effectiveness of beef and return. It's a soup. It's for blood. Everything that is false is applicable. It is not appropriate for anyone who has a fever, but for anyone who loses the fire。