Dust ribs

THEY'VE BEEN SHARING THEIR APPETIZERS FOR A FEW DAYS, JUST BECAUSE OF HOT SUMMERS, A WEAK STOMACH AND A LACK OF TASTE BUDS. BUT IT'S HARD TO SWALLOW A LITTLE VEGGIE ONCE IN A WHILE WHEN WE'RE USED TO BIG FISH MEAT. AT THE LORD'S PLEASURE, I'D LIKE TO HAVE A FLESHY ONE, A NITWIT, A HEALTHIER ONE. [WELCOME TO EXCHANGE FOODS AND SEARCH FOR MICRO-INTELLIGENCE PUBLIC: "THE FUN ROOM" OR ADD "EJM2467"] IT'S A DISH THAT THE KITCHEN WANTED TO SHARE LONG AGO. DO NOT DO TO PEOPLE WHAT THEY DO NOT WANT. IT'S ABOUT SHARING WHAT YOU WANT. WE'VE BEEN EATING FROM A LITTLE TO A BIG ONE. FOR, IN THE AREA OF KAWASUMI, THERE MUST BE STEAMED VEGETABLES ON THE TABLE, AND POWDERED MEAT IS AN ESSENTIAL DISH. AND THE FRAGRANCE OF POWDERED FLESH, AND THE FRAGRANCE OF THE MOUTH, AND THE FATNESS, AND THE RED AND WHITE, AND THE TENDERNESS, AND THE OIL OF RICE, AND THE FRAGRANCE THEREOF. ACCORDING TO COOKING METHODS, IT CAN BE SPICY OR SWEET, AND THE INGREDIENTS CAN BE SUPPLEMENTED WITH POTATOES, PUMPKINS, POTATOES AND POTATOES (IF YOU LIKE), BUT NOW IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE A CHILD. 'CAUSE WHEN I WAS A KID, WHEN I WANTED TO EAT POWDERED MEAT, MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD INVITE OUT HER OLD ROCK, WHICH WAS POLISHED WITH STONE, AND THEN PUT IT IN THE POT. AND I PUT WHITE-FLOWER RICE IN THE ROCKS WITH A LITTLE SPOON, AND THE ROCK JUST HIGHLIGHTS WHITE AND FINE RICE POWDER. THE MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD ARE ALWAYS FULL OF PLEASURES, AND THE CHILDREN WHO GROW UP IN THE MUD ARE USED TO BEING BOUND AND BOUND. FREEDOM IS OUR RHYTHM. REMINDS ME OF THAT POEM: LIFE IS PRECIOUS, LOVE IS MORE EXPENSIVE AND BOTH CAN BE THROWN OUT IN FREEDOM. SAME POWDERED MEAT, DIFFERENT MOODS. IF YOU LIKE IT, TAKE IT