cold dishes
VicentaLakin
IT'S MID-AUTUMN. FRIENDS USUALLY DO SOMETHING GOOD. EVERY NEW YEAR'S EVE, MY DAD LIKES TO HAVE A DRINK WITH MY BROTHER-IN-LAW, AND I'LL MAKE THEM A SPICY POACH ONE NIGHT EARLY, PICKLE ONE NIGHT, EAT THE NEXT, HAVE A LITTLE SISSY IN THE SPICY, DELICIOUS, VERY GOOD WINE. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BONELESS CLAW, AND IT TOOK HALF THE BONE, WHICH WAS TOO MUCH TROUBLE, TOO MUCH TO GO, AND ALL THE BONES WERE REMOVED, AND THE SHAPE OF THE CLAW WAS TOO BAD, AND IT WAS BROKEN, SO IT TOOK ONLY THE BIG BONE, THE SMALL TOE BONE WAS NOT REMOVED, THE THICK PIECE OF THE PALM, THE Q-BALL WAS CHEWING, THE SMALL BONE WAS EASY TO SPIT OUT, DIDN'T NEED TO USE THE HAND, AND IT WAS FUN。
