It's a family conceit

The fairies think it's really black powder, especially in my childhood memory. When I was a kid, I liked eating, and when I was a kid, the requirements were so simple. A bowl of frozen fairies recognized that a piece of rice would be happy all afternoon. Summer's hot, a bowl, a hot summer. In my hometown of Mexi, the guest family called it "the Fairy Man." Remember, when she used to go to Grandma's house, she used to make it out of water, and then added banana honey, so don't taste like it. Now it's harder to find fairy grass, and it's harder to cook, so there's a more convenient and quick alternative to the dust。