Screeching walnut eggs

walnut stewed eggs, sweet and sweet, remembering the smell of childhood. When I remember young children, my mother used to cook with a small bowl and followed me around with a small mouth to feed. The walnut's aphrodisiac with the soft, sweet, smooth, sweet mouths. When I grew up, I left home and never ate my mother's walnut stew. After getting married, she started washing her hands and making soup, and although she did a lot of good, she never thought to cook her own walnut stew. Until one night, Mr. Zhang was peeling a large walnut and suddenly told me, would this walnut be able to do anything other than eat directly? That reminds me of the walnut stew that I ate when I was a kid, and I told Mr. Chang about it, and I added that I only ate, I didn't do it. Someone listens and looks at me with suspicion and says I won't do it. So, Mr. Zhang, let's see if we can get the eggs out of the fridge, then we can break them up, we can make them up, we can boil them, we can soak them up, we can relax for 10 minutes, and then I can find the good food in my hands. Give it to Mr. Chang