Onion hand tore chicken leg

After 70, when you were young, you were in need. Don't say you don't have money, you can't buy food as rich as you are. Remember all the pickles you can eat in New Year's. Pigs, cocks, ducks, rabbits, geese. Every year after New Year, he kills his own cock. Every time a chicken leg and a chicken chest is cooked, it is set up alone and made for its guests during the years they spent. In the absence of vegetable farming skills, the poor old-age vegetables are nothing more than home-grown cabbage onions. It's a memory that every time a guest arrives, her mother rips her legs off with her own big onions. In that year, it was a high-spectrum dish. It's basically a chicken leg and two dishes. Not with me. Two chicken legs. But it was a big cock, and the legs were much bigger than the chicks I bought. Now think about it, it's the happiest time of my life when I was a child, despite my lack of material resources。