Flaming meat

The fire here is called pancakes, where we have souffles, sesame sauce, and all kinds of sweet pies like soybeans, dates, pineapple, chocolate pies, and so on. When a family chats, they hear their parents say that they can smell the fire from their home, and they say they can smell it from far away. At first I wonder what it is. The burning of the platinum is unpaved, the burning of the porridge is the onion of pork, which is made of sauce, and then bakes it with an oven, and it smells so good. According to Mom and Dad, both pork and onions are cut big, their skin is slaged, their hearts are frazzled, and one or two of them can't be solved. So when I had the oven, all I thought about was making this legendary fire. According to my parents, the meat I used was a little fatter, not a slice of meat, but a little bit of meat, and I cut it to pieces, and I used five of them, and I cut them big, and I'm grinding my own peppers, and these scents have come out, plus our ovens, and the cooking drums are so full of fragrance that I feel like I've never eaten my home, but I feel like I'm ten years old. I hope all my parents are healthy and happy。