The hand tore the old bread

And I don't know when nostalgia became fashion, retrospects, costumes, nostalgia films, songs, suddenly warmed up, and gave me the elegant name of the “classic”, nostalgia, and the classics, which, in my view, were decades of retrospect. Now that the wind is blowing again into the food coop, traditional foods are starting to go on the streets, and it is only after years of baptism that the food tastes all the more. As a result, street popsicles and old bakeries become new to people all night. Is it really amazing that the hand tore the old bakery has taken over the streets like a spring after the rain, and that even those who buy it outside the store have lined up dragons? I got a taste of it with the wind, but there's really nothing special about it, except the smell of greasy vegetable butter. Let's do it on our own. It's good stuff at least. It's good for taste. Share a hand-to-hand hand-to-hand to tear old bread without the butter-covered blankets, with a small amount of good heat, and hand-to-hand torns