Private sausage fried rice

"In the beginning, we were children. Finally, the desire to become an angel...” heard this song again, no longer young, and childhood was long gone, and only a few memories could be found in the diary that the teacher had been forced to write by his parents. A long yellow diary contains not only dry words, but also children's laughs. There's always a one-time memory of fried rice. In childhood, the oil that the family eats daily is made of fat pork, each time a spoon is taken from a small jar, the boiler is boiled to the middle of the pot, then the onions are put into the onions, then the eggs are boiled, then the rice is poured into the pot, then the rice is blown up again and again until the rice is blown out of the pot, and then some of the spices can come out. So a bowl of fragrance rice was made, and the family was happy, and it was filled with sweet blessings from their loved ones, deep thoughts, tastes of it, joy and sweetness. Now it's the smell that always picks up memories of childhood. The easier the food is to show the level of cooking. Add a jenny's sausage for your favorite