Sand tea evaporates the Arctic

The Arctic Bedo eats in the form of stabbings, red on the crystaly ice pellets in the dailies, more like a row of girls dancing on ice sculpts, and melts the ice beneath her feet. Fresh Arctic beaks are said to be purple brown, and the beautiful red is treated with carbon monoxide when cooked by the merchants. There's something alive today that wants to try steaming. Turning through the data without finding a way to open it, tearing up one of the husks with a knife, thinking about the guillotine of the florist, burning up a pot of water, putting the remaining five in it, opening up a little bit, but finally finding it impossible to open it, cutting it off and putting it in there. Clean it up, put it back in the shell, put on soft fans, put sauce on it, and spit on it before it gets in the pot. Ten minutes later, you'll come to the table, you'll chew more than a scallop, you'll lose your eyebrow in soup juice, and you'll be out of your plate, you'll be out in three minutes。