Cheese gravy

It has been hot recently, and despite the warm invitations from parents on both sides of the weekend, we have chosen to stay home. One is the fear of getting too hot on the road, the fear of the parents sweating in a steamed kitchen, and the fear of the parents making a lot of food because we're going to groceries, and, finally, the fact that the leftovers have to be put in the fridge, and they're going to have to disappear. This gravy piece was repeatedly invited by my mother, and I made it. By the time he went, Dad had cut the slices, prepared to make me a ridge, I made it slightly improved, cut the cleaver and poured the juice. To be honest, I really like the table that took the photo, and hey, it's quite a good price, not for Dad, but for his old friend, who's just recently starting, because the house is too crowded for us。