It's a wide-range omelet

Lian Yon, it's like a classic. Despite the tediousness of the taste and the lack of innovation, one paragraph must be made every year. It's like it's not going to work. It's not going to work. I thought I'd go around this seemingly insurmountable classic to have a mooncake festival without omelet or yolk. But it's the ghost who makes a mistake, and it's the last one. Will it be the last of the lotus yolks? Not until next year. Always, used to platinum. It's a habit that comes from the window of the King's House. Because it is said that the broad moon cakes are thin, which is called craftsmanship. And that He hath set the right rope, and hath touched his hands. On this basis, the transparency of the nine-to-nine is being pursued and the first battle is under way. No more peaks. It's been a while since I've been in the country. All the time, there was feedback that the skin was too thin to eat. It doesn't make any sense. Skin is a good moon cake. It's a pie. However, after transparent skins, it also began to feel that the material was covered with a thin, winged skin, which did not make any sense, except to show that it was a good trade, which was not very different from eating the pie directly. This year, the skin is no longer sought as thin as possible, but rather the skin is cut in half. The greatest benefit is to wrap it up quickly. Actually, it doesn't look thick. Fifty-fifty, I think。