Bandit liver

Look at the little girl on the bed, she's blue and she's sweet. A thin, light-faced face, a big, ungodly eye, with an impotent feeling of “beautiful” bones, so pathetic. Little Nieko, called Ryle, is the sister of a friend with a blue heart, with a very strong spirit and a beautiful spirit. He's a humanist, he's a romantic, he's got no ideas. Blue loves this spiritual little girl, talks about poetry, walks with her in the suburbs, only doesn't like eating with her. Ry is not fat. Body symmetry is a perfect adjective. Maybe it's too much to read, too much to know about classical beauty, too fat and thin, and Riya chose to be Zhao Feiyan's Bones. This man of the palace, known as the Lord, and then the queen of Han Sung-ty, is a legend and a mythical beauty. The signs of the Seven Treasures and the crystal plate are not mentioned, but walk as the wind willows, and as the twilights of the twigs are incomprehensible. But to accept in reality a girl who can hold hands and dance, there are psychological obstacles that are far too natural. But Ryle was obsessed with it, and she thought it was a supernatural beauty, a myth, a dream. So she started her diet with the aim of flying swallows. It was said that there was a process — a table — for a couple to be lovers. It's the same thing with friends. Blueheart doesn't remember who hasn't eaten with me. And Riya eating is torture. Ry normally does not appear easily at party tables, but some parties cannot be avoided. As soon as she shows up, it's a beautiful nightmare for the blues. There must be a large glass of fresh water in Riya's food equipment, and all the food at the entrance must be bathed in the water for two minutes and then wiped all over her body with paper in the kitchen in order to be able to enter the scene. Riya's eating position is extremely elegant and can be tangled under her white, porcelain teeth. I think the pickles must be jealous, because Ryle only eats vegetarians... Such a sight, once in a state of shock, twice in a state of enjoyment, three times in a state of torture. At least for food like heart blue, a dramatic act like this on the other side of what I drink in the sea would make me lose my appetite. After Ray's dinner at the party, there's another sport, going to the bathroom, thundering, and I know she's throwing up, because every time I come back, I can see the blood in her eyes. And I think, at this point, the acupuncture wouldn't be envious... but Riya's old topic was poetry, literature, and since he was so obsessed with flying swallows, I've found that Riya was so talented in mathematics. When she saw bread with jam, she said, "A spoon of jam, equivalent to a bowl of rice, more than 300 kilocalories! It takes 20 minutes to run! When she removes the fat from every food surface and drops it into the little cherries, she tells her patiently how much kilocalorie she takes, how much kilocalorie she eats, and how long it takes to run to consume it... I'm just a little bit of a math idiot. Besides, I'm putting a big chunk of red meat in my mouth, full of fat... How much kilocalories is this? How long does it take to run? I see a high-speed Milky Way in the frown of my eyebrows, which causes me to feel a deep sense of guilt... normally, Riya eats only one apple or banana a day, with a glass of skim milk. Heart blue really can't imagine how this nutritional intake can sustain a brain worker's daily consumption. In an effort to convince Ryry, the Chinese Nutrition Society “China’s Residents’ Food Balance Tower” was specifically searched: Vegetables and fruits are at the second level, with 400-500 grams and 100-200 grams, respectively; animal foods such as fish, poultry, meat and eggs are at the third level, with 125-200 grams per day; milk and pulse foods are at the fourth level, with 100 grams of milk and dairy products and 50 grams of beans and beans per day; and the fifth level is tarp, with no more than 25 grams per day. To visualize these abstract data, it is necessary to eat 6-10 small bowls of rice per day; one large plate of vegetables, one small apple or one banana or one large orange; two-3 shrimp, one chicken wing or four pieces of ribs; half an egg to one; less than one can of yogurt, four spoons of soy sauce; and two spoons of oil. In fact, it's the heart blue standard, because the heart blue doesn't eat rice, and according to that standard, I'm expected to have black eyes and faint feet. But it's a crime for her, but there's meat and oil... ..Rai continues her diet like a monk, and the Emperor has no heart, is thin, is quick and happy. But things tend to be both positive and negative. They are also deprived of the right to become mothers, as vanilla pellets give to the fat muscles of the fragrance. Riya's long hair has lost light, her skin has lost its elasticity, she has lost her sense of the moon, but she doesn't find beauty in my eyes ... And with the help of the infusion, she's got some spirit, a blue heart has opened her lunch box, a fragrance of her nose, and I've seen a spark of greed in her eyes, but she is quickly replaced by another lost light. And I said, "Ray, eat. I made for you a bandit liver. Pork liver. I'm very young and easy to digest. He's got the pepper. Taste. "Rai didn't talk. “Ray, remember, health is the best, and you look at the farmers in the mountain villages, the body, the skin of coffee, the smile of confidence. That's healthy beauty. Even though he was intoxicated on the face of the paper, the beauty of the disease was more and more painful, so that they could only live in the history of the wild. It's not normal beauty, it's just a crowd pet. Obesity is not beautiful, it's not beautiful. Balance is the best, and only balance can last. Come on, eat it, eat it and lose weight." So let the line shed its tears, its sorrow, its remorse, its ignorance, and its misery. Riya is beginning to eat, which is delicious, which is totally unattractive from the table of the past, and may have gone too far in describing it as a wolf swallow, but it's a real good life. Eat up, eat up, tomorrow will be better. I'm sorry。