hot dishes
VicentaLakin
The adhesive gel of Yang Mei's sweet hooves, gnawing down, is the autumn fragrance and the warmth of winter. At dusk, I was surrounded by the stove, and the smell of Yang hooves ran out of the house and the window, and the time became longer in the slow stew! And when the juice evaporates half the bowl, the pig's feet grunt in the casserole. A spoonful of soup, half a spoon of fruit, is the softest pyrotechnic gas in the end of September. The sweetness of the sour collide makes each of them taste like the autumn wind. The sound of the baby dropping her bag first, then the sound of her changing her dress, which is the most beautiful melody I've ever heard in my recent rest! Baby, Mom makes honey sauce and plum hoofs at night
VicentaLakin
It's a taste of "after school" when it bites -- the sweetness of hot oil mixed with radish, like when someone suddenly stuffed you in winter. The outer shell is a shell of rice that can blow bubbles, and the edges are brittle, but in the middle it is softly covered with radish, like a waking face. The first one is always hot, but you can't throw up because it's salty and sweet, and it's a “winner fruit” that saves two cents and gives money to the mother-in-law. The radish is not silk, it's the rough strips that are scraped out of the “twilight”, covered in chili noodles, pepper noodles, fragrance and a little fragrance, like the mist of the chongqing winter, into the crust. When you're done, you're gonna have a little bit of red oil, and you're gonna squeezing your fingers, and you're gonna jump, and you're gonna feel like it's like growing up, and you can't stop. Fried radish is always the smell I remember..
