Psychic peanuts

Tell me about my troubles with peanuts — Grandma's water is so delicious, remember the end of the exam, and my sister took us to the hotpot to celebrate. After full wine, my sister ordered another water to cook peanuts, which is delicious. I asked my sister how much she wanted, and she said five dollars a pound, and I said that my grandmother was better than this, or should we sell peanuts? Just do it. My sister took us to the wholesale market. There were only a few open doors left, and we distributed a sack of fresh peanuts (forgot to be a big sack, about 20-thirty pounds) and let Grandma cook half of it and sell it on the night market the next afternoon. Over five o'clock, the workers who just went to the factory left work, there were a lot of passers-by, and one of the aunts stopped and tasted one and immediately greeted her little friends. That's it. Half an hour. Half a sack of peanuts. After counting, half the peanuts were cooked and Ben came back. It was the first time I went to experience life, and now it's kind of interesting to remember。