Handwork

Every fall, when the red potatoes are dug out of the ground, mothers always use them for red fries. There was a line of powder on the mackerel, which was dry and attached to the dryer, and it was dancing with the wind. When I was a kid, I used to play under the pink bars and sometimes pull one or two down and chew them in my mouth. The rural people did it on their own. They were well clothed and fed. Dig one root of the potato out of the ground; then wash the dirt one by one, cut off two head, especially when they were children, often rubbing the mashed potatoes on their bodies and not wash them. The wash is then crushed, filtered, tanned, slushed, leaked, tanned, etc. The last one out was a chalk. At home, it can be either a pink bar or a fine bar, the smallest being a fan. If it's your family's pasta, you can taste it. I'll jump in the face and give you a deep kiss. There are a number of ways to eat pink bars, which, in addition to sour powder, can be used for red roasting, stewing, pots, casseroles, etc. Every time I go back to the country, my family comes up with a pot of powder, a pot of pots, that satisfaction. Pure powders taste delicious, without any chemical additives and easily digestible. But if it's powdered with glue or other additives, it tastes like a biting band, and it's uncomfortable to eat. So every time I go back to the kitchen, I get a lot of things back. After all, it's green and clean. Today's rural handwork is a handmade powder made by the family, which is enough if there is no other dish and there is no staple food。