Black sesame soup

The year is over after the "Fifteen Nights of Lights" event. Take it easy, what to do, then look forward to the next spring. It's a warm winter in Beijing, and there's no snow in this winter, so don't mention that the lights are going to float. When I was little, the red lantern was covered in thin snow, red and white. I've only made a simple black sesame pie this year, because a family of four people, three of whom are elderly, have to guard against three heights in diet, so they don't want to eat too much, and they're a few responses; they're delicious, sweet and greasy. It's delicious, not in these days, in my mother's words. Don't say a word. Just go to my soup。