fried rice
VicentaLakin
It's been a while since I've seen you. I'm afraid the first time that a lot of culinaries are served is for fire. The first time I cook in the non-traditional sense of the word, I was little and I didn't have a high stove, so I took care of my brother. And then, when my brother went to get something, the pot was hot and I came back, and I volunteered for pork oil to cook rice, and I came back, and I said, "Oh, you did? It smells good." I thought this would be a perfect cooking experience, but... ~ I forgot to put salt on it ~ ~ but since then, I've been on the road to crawling and beating ~ ~ although there's a lot of jokes, Mom and Dad are happy: "We are starving." Oh, my God
