Cinnamon

On Thursday, snowflakes flew up in the sky, and when I looked at the snow, I suddenly found that my meat and quartz had not moved into the yard. He ran out and moved flowers. It's half an hour later. It's cold. There were no coats on the way out, more than 20 degrees in the room and 2 below outside. And then I'm so gorgeously cold. I'm in the house now, more than anyone else in the room, and I feel like I'm in the air. It doesn't work. This time I'll boil water with fresh ginger and sugar. The cooking process is full of ginger and guacamole. It's probably better than black sugar with a finished ginger ale。