bao bun recipe

Bean bag

Bean bag

VicentaLakin

When I was a kid, I used to eat noodles, and I used to make noodles at home, so I started to play with my wife's temper. Grandma loves me so much, she can't eat with a big family, and I have to go to the village with my bowl of rice. When I was a kid, on the eve of spring, every household had to steam a few large pots of buns and buns of various tastes, including my favorite greasy culinary bag and red potatoes. A steamy bun to prepare relatives and friends to cook when they come home. I still remember that scene, the earth cooker in the countryside, the wood of the trunk, I set the fire, Grandma rubbed her face and wrapped it. I'm gonna get drunk, I'm gonna steam a pot, I'm gonna eat one right away, and I'm gonna eat it. This autumn, I made pasta for the old lady, and she had a frying bag, a milk bun, a slag bag, and after eating a couple of times, the old lady said, "You're the "brubber" from the north, and I said, "Are you the "brubber" from the south?" The old lady laughed. The old lady with the buns I made loved, the buns she just made, she was happy to bring to the neighbors, and she was happy to walk and say, "Look at the buns my grandkids make, they're nice and delicious." I'm happy for this moment. I don't eat pasta when I was a kid. Why can't I do it so well? I have to start with a Norther man! When he's in love with me, we cook rice every day. Later, he had stomach problems, and in order to accommodate him, I began to learn to make pasta, first steamed a few hard-boiled buns that could be thrown out to fight dogs, and then I found myself in a state of silence for all kinds of pasta。