Mid-Autumn

A wide-range fruit-dry taco

A wide-range fruit-dry taco

VicentaLakin

Five moon cakes, unstinting of the Book. It's like I've never had enough. A while ago, on occasion, it was said that the country had the latest monthly cake industry standards, and that the five bean cakes had to be. And olives to be called Penang. There was some confusion. Is that a regional standard? Or national harmonization of industry standards? Olives are made out of Lin Nam and have never been counted since they were children. And it's not until a year or two after the monthcakes are made that we know about the olives. Maybe they have their own tacos everywhere. There is always a feeling that this standard is somewhat too rigid. But the good thing about private bakers is, whatever industry standards you want. It's been quite self-satisfying, it's its own five-brother pie, it's a visceral adhesive. Instead of buying the twigs and oranges necessary for a few months of cake, soothing is replaced by hand-conducive dried fruit and by sugared oranges. It's good. It's full of fruit。
It's a wide-range omelet

It's a wide-range omelet

VicentaLakin

Lian Yon, it's like a classic. Despite the tediousness of the taste and the lack of innovation, one paragraph must be made every year. It's like it's not going to work. It's not going to work. I thought I'd go around this seemingly insurmountable classic to have a mooncake festival without omelet or yolk. But it's the ghost who makes a mistake, and it's the last one. Will it be the last of the lotus yolks? Not until next year. Always, used to platinum. It's a habit that comes from the window of the King's House. Because it is said that the broad moon cakes are thin, which is called craftsmanship. And that He hath set the right rope, and hath touched his hands. On this basis, the transparency of the nine-to-nine is being pursued and the first battle is under way. No more peaks. It's been a while since I've been in the country. All the time, there was feedback that the skin was too thin to eat. It doesn't make any sense. Skin is a good moon cake. It's a pie. However, after transparent skins, it also began to feel that the material was covered with a thin, winged skin, which did not make any sense, except to show that it was a good trade, which was not very different from eating the pie directly. This year, the skin is no longer sought as thin as possible, but rather the skin is cut in half. The greatest benefit is to wrap it up quickly. Actually, it doesn't look thick. Fifty-fifty, I think。