Cracker dry

Henan people like to eat buns. We're not called buns. When I was a kid, I loved to go to Grandpa's house, where the stoves were hand-carrying, which were so big that I could sit on a small bench. In the winter, when it's cold, Grandma and Grandpa put a little bench on the stove so I could warm myself on the stove. They cut the buns into pieces, and Grandpa had a homemade barbed wire rack, and they put it on it and baked it to the yellow. It's just a bun roast and nothing. It was the best thing to do. He grew up and went back to his grandparents, and he was going to roast dry. It's the day the sisters talk about their childhood, and it makes me feel like I want to eat, and I want to cook for the children. It's just because the kids are so good, they don't have any interest in roasting, they use eggs with milk powder and noodles, and they're baked with oil and spices. It's so hard to bake, it's so popular, it's meant for the big kids, who knows that my two-year-old grandson wants to eat, eats a piece of it, and looks at the joy of their food. I think it's the same way when Grandpa and Grandma baked us