Frozen eggplant

When my sister harvests, she harvests a very strange eggplant, and looks at him with a dynamic, spiral up, and gives him an incentive, perhaps by wind, or by bumps of the same kind, and in any case it's not easy to grow, in the middle it's like being held by rope, not growing, and the periphery continues to grow, and then it grows into a spiral, and it turns two circles, and it exclaims the greatness of life! Having this eggplant, you really don't know how to eat it, cutting it down, whether it's stew or fried, without seeing the strength of its life and the hardship of its life, of course, without eating it, its life will be worthless. If you want to go, it's only by keeping its body intact. The only way to do this is to steam, a taste he can't forget, and let him continue to spark life into humanity. So, with ham, tomatoes and chili sauce, it's given a different form of air, and it's put on the table like a flower, hoping that life will always be sunshine。