Porridge

There's a little bit of monotonous daily drying and a little soup for breakfast. Let's just boil the stings into porridge, and get the last one to eat, but there's no way. A little rice ham, a purple platinum, and a little rice, see if the platinum is small, and so on. I don't care if I cut the stings and throw them in the pot. When it was cooked until the last few minutes, it was quietly revealed, and the tatters were largely scattered. There is only one purple millet, perhaps tied too tight and a piece of the core. Grab a spoon and break this little piece. It's a flute, it's a pot of fresh soup, it's not dense, but it doesn't mind. Drinking porridge, eating bread, and sometimes catching a squirt. This may be normal for some time。