Barbecue

Every time I do the meat recipe, I think of the phrase, "The meat is plaguing me a million times, and I treat it like a first love." It's like eating meat. Ha ha. When we were kids, we ate meat and fish from our own family. Every time we get the meat back home, we'll help with the fire, we'll cook it up, I'll cook it up, I'll cook it up, I'll cut it up, I'll watch Daddy's meat, I'll have some celery, garlic, or mustard, I'll throw it in the sauce before the pot, and then I'll stretch my hand and grab one. This thing happens once in a while, when you're a child, or when you're a cook: actually, if you don't work, you can laugh and cook, even if you're just burning fire, and you can't tell your girls what to do. The happiest thing is my father's cooking. It's because of the old ones that they turn into groceries. It's a long story, it's my meat one day I bought lamb, chicken, and lots of vegetables. The meat salesman stopped me and said there's a nice five-flower. You're going to roast. I said there's not enough money, and I want to buy something else. Looks like the old customer is different, boss. This is the most beautiful “small luck” in life, where trust between people has made a good life. Food products: 600 grams of five flowers, 30 grams of fork sauce, 15 grams of pole sauce, 10 grams of ginger, 10 grams of onions。