Chinese banquet
VicentaLakin
There's more meat on the table and more fish on the weekends, because fish and meat are a little different, because red meat is hot and hot, and when fish is hot, the meat is a little hot, so there's more meat on the table, more fish on the weekends, more fish on the fresh water, more steam, more taste today - roast, with the old mushrooms, soy bean sprouts, I prefer the bean leaves, hot, flat and happy
VicentaLakin
When you're young, you can't eat eggs and dumplings, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them, you can't eat them all. It's just getting worse. Remember that New Year when Grandma looked at us and asked kindly what we wanted to eat? My brothers and I always say, "I want an egg roll!" And then the egg dumplings, for us at that time, were able to remember the whole year of "goodness in the world." There's a childhood scene in my head, Grandma's making an egg roll to tell us a story, and we're surrounded by red stoves, listening to stories, waiting for eggs to come out. Soon, the scented omelet came out, and looked at the gold, and couldn't stop the saliva! One bite tastes the tenderness of eggs, the freshness of pork, the smell of onion flowers, how can a "light taste" stop? That afternoon, the three of us ate our faces red, full of bellies and hiccups... There is no better and sweeter memory than Grandma's egg rolls, and the yellow one is the rarest in the world! Make onions. Scrumptious eggs and dumplings. They'd better be small, they'd be yellow, they'd be made of omelet, they'd be more beautiful, they'd smell better. With a little onion flower, the egg drops into the pot, and it smells like shit. It's just the smell that makes people hungry。
VicentaLakin
At the beginning of April last year, three days were spent in Great Wuhan. For only three days, it's not enough to look at the beauty of a small city, not to mention the big Wuhan. In Hanyang, he listened to an ancient concert, and wanted to come to this country, Hanyang was the best place to listen to it. A concert by Mr. Junichi will be enough to intoxicate an ancient white like me. The most beautiful cherry blossoms were also seen, albeit late in the night, but not the scenes of the road cherry blossoms, but also some of them near the red building and in the Wuwon. The breeze is blowing, full of fragrance, beautiful. And now, in retrospect, the most memorable of that trip was Prince Dragon's lotus broth. They also ate the fruits of the land, but they were mixed with cold and rice, and it was the soup of Wuhan that made it known that they had met the ribs, and that it was made by heaven. The small fire slows down so that it can reach the sound of the sight, so that when it bites, the ribs become tender. Another sip of soup is delicious. It's all the same. Without love, we'll start with a bowl of luminous broth..
