Rose succubus

"tianluo-guniang" and i are going to play the kitchen and enjoy the food! welcome to the circle of friends! ~ "rose roses, most glamorous; roses, most glamorous; summers on branches; roses, i love you..." every weekend we go to a narrow shop, and look at the small, but unchanging, rock-storey door, and always resonate in the head with an old song that has been in the history of more than 70 years, as if it had been written in the history of shanghai with a stone-storey door, an improved flag robe, a dance hall. old people in shanghai seem to like flowers, and occasionally they meet people who sell flowers on the streets, and young people don't have much of them, but they came back yesterday to buy food, and they saw an old aunt downstairs wearing a bunch of them around her neck, wearing two pairs on her wrists, and probably some decades ago, and they said, "flows" a few months ago, and many flowers are not only delicious, but they can still eat, and roses are one of them. they are a little tired, they're always lazy on the weekends, but look at the mid-fall, the spirit of the fall, and make a soothed mooncake of roses