Stone pots and claws

The most important thing in Chongqing is to have the claw of a friend. Every time I went out, I had to take a pack, either on a train, on a car or on a plane, and eat with a big mouth and a big mouth and a big wind. But many outsiders can't eat the spicy, and it's a pleasure to have this spicy poach. I have to say it's also a skill. Some people are actually challenging the world’s Guinness record of pepper consumption. Today is a good day for young people who cannot eat spicy meat, because the stone pots and claws that you share today smell not only of halogen, but also of other appurtenances. The point is that spicyness is in your hands. The first fragrance has taste; the second nuances, the third, the fourth, the taste buds begin to flip, jump and never stop. The soft, elastic flesh, the fine potatoes with the bottom, the smooth, the halogenous, the sweet smell of a little fragrance (the high mountains, the sweetness of the potatoes, the high sugar, the combination of which is mutually reinforcing) makes the fragrance of the claw very high. I can only describe it in a few words, too good! Eat it! For I do not know how it tastes. And at this point, I'm so upset that I can't even think of the words that describe it, that it's "very little time for books" and I'm going to read more。