Korean fried rice

The young man of the sun, known as the "House Tower King of Gymnasium", who had finished the drawing up on the roof in the morning, in the light of the sun, bought a carrot in the basement, ate and wandered around, and went home to cut one more onion, added a spoon of hot sauce, made the simplest rice, and made a quick butter soup. This is your daily home diet, a beautiful man who left home to dream of breaking into Seoul alone, wearing black vests and shorts, dragging around words like a kid playing basketball in high school, with a strong muscle saying, "I'm good at cooking," but not doing or not having the means to make myself a meaty meal. It makes me feel like I'm going back to my school year, and I'm going to eat my whole family, and I'm going to stay in the house until the end of the week and I don't want to go downstairs, so I'm going to have a box of dry noodles, which I really hate, but I'm going to make a bowl of garlic sometimes, and I'm going to make a pot of salty porridge. You're a nine-year ambush, and this year is the year of China yellow. And until this moment, no one knows when or if it will come. If it were me, after a dream that two or three years is still hopeless, for the sake of survival or for the sake of the expectations of my loved ones, it would have given up, would have turned to the search for something that would allow me to live, and that interest would have only served as an interest, faded as time passed, like the guitar on the corner of the wall, filled with dust. It is believed that most rational people will choose to follow that path rather than go back to the guitar dust. But the more you move away from your dream, the more committed you are, the more music-related work you do for a while, the less able you can be a singer and the more happy you can be a coach, and it is this tiny fire that sets the torch inside you. You can eat sour, but dreams are luxurious and radiant. Make your own TV tables, change your own lights, even rented houses, make yourself comfortable; make your own simple gymnasiums and manage your body poorly. You are optimistic, confident, kind, hands-on, capable of suffering and ready to shine. The opportunity is always for those who are prepared, and you have tested it with your own experience. At last, you're on the stage that makes you glow and hot, in the light of light, or in the depths or energys, and in the sound of the rest of the beam, you become yellow in the tender, endless, polite, squealing and warm-eyed rivalry of the lips — a smirk of life. And it's the truth of life, the truth of happiness, the heart of sorrow and the love of love; the truth of life, the harder it is, the harder it is to get up, the harder it is to get down, the harder it is to get up, the harder it is to get up. The gruesomeness of mechanical engineering and the fineness of the Prince of Love, the warmth of the suit and the fire of the rock are all over you, and you're all full of positive energy, just like you're so handsome. I made you a meal, sour and salty, but I couldn't taste your pain. You've been on my way since I've had you in front of me once when a song on TV was not sounding very well, but you're on your way. In order to respect and appreciate the originals of the yellow column, this menu has not been modified and even chicken powder and sauce added. It's so refreshing