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I FELT THAT THE CHIMPANZEE TASTED SWEETER THAN THE CHIMPANZEE, SO I BOUGHT THE CHIMPANZEE BACK TO COOK, AND I LOOKED ONLINE AT THE SQUARES THAT BOILED THE CHIMPANZEE, MOSTLY SWEET ROAST OR FRIED SUGAR. SWEET TOAST. I'M AFRAID IT'S TOO DRY, SO FORGET IT. I'M AFRAID THE HEAT IS TOO HIGH, AND I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THE PATIENCE TO WAIT FOR IT TO WORK OUT. SO I THINK SOMETIMES ELECTRIC PRESSURE POTS ARE REALLY GOOD HELPERS IN COOKING, AND WHEN YOU'RE LAZY, YOU CAN PUT ALL THE INGREDIENTS IN IT, AND THEN YOU CAN GET THE FRAGRANCE OUT AT THE SCHEDULED TIME. CRAYON'S LITERATURE OF NUTRITIONAL VALUE: CHESTNUTS CONTAIN ABUNDANT CHRONIC CARBOHYDRATES (OR “COMPOSITE” CARBOHYDRATES) AND ARE THUS ENERGY-TYPE FRUITS. IT ALSO CONTAINS VITAMIN B, IN PARTICULAR VITAMIN B1 (WHICH IS INVOLVED IN THE ABSORPTION OF CARBOHYDRATES) AND VITAMIN B9 (FOLIC ACID). COMPARED TO OTHER FOODS, IT IS RICH IN CELLULOSE THAT GIVES PEOPLE A SENSE OF ABUNDANCE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING FAT. FINALLY, IT IS A NON-NEGLIGIBLE SOURCE OF MAGNESIUM (100 GRAMS OF CHESTNUTS CONTAIN 10-15 PER CENT OF THE DAILY HUMAN NEEDS). THE SWEETNESS OF THE MOUTH AND THE ABUNDANCE OF THE FRUIT ARE A MAJOR FEATURE OF THE CHIMPANZEE. ITS NUTRITIONAL COMPOSITION IS DOMINATED BY STARCH, WHICH ACCOUNTS FOR 47.58 PER CENT ~56.94 PER CENT OF THE DRY SUBSTANCE AND 31.51 PER CENT ~3718 PER CENT OF THE EDIBLE. MODERN MEDICINE HAS SHOWN THAT STARCH IS AN INDISPENSABLE NUTRIENT FOR HUMAN HEALTH AND THAT IT INCREASES HUMAN IMMUNITY AND CANCER RESISTANCE. IF THERE'S A MAN LIKE ME WHO LOVES CHESTNUTS, WHO WANTS TO BE LAZY AND WHO WANTS TO BE UPSET, HE CAN SMASH FOOD AND INGREDIENTS LIKE ME. IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO BE IN AN ELECTRIC PRESSURE PAN.
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Every time I get sick when I'm a kid, my mom buys me a pack of pines, with a rare meal and a clean stomach. Remember the classic three-hundred pine, which was packed in blue, with a boy carrying a bowl, happy thumbs and smiling. It's my favorite snack, but it tastes different now. If I remember correctly, Mom made a meat pine with an old coal stove, when the pine smell was unknown, but the scene was magic. But then she yelled too hard to do. A few days ago, it just got up and made itself up. At first, the hand was torn to the point of spitting blood, but later a simple way was found to be much easier. Just keep an eye on the fire, you can make pines without tearing。
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HEART BLUE-HANDED PRIVATE FOODS -- THOSE YEARS, PURE LOVE WEEKENDS, EARLY MORNING BIRDS WILL WAKE UP AND THE FIRST LIGHT OF THE SUN WILL COME INTO THE ROOM, AS IN LIQUID GOLD. SO GET UP GENTLY, WASH UP, SIT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, WHEN THE WINDOW IS CLOUDY AND YELLOW ON THE MIRROR. YESTERDAY, THE BOY CALLED TO SAY THAT TODAY'S CAR WOULD BE ADJUSTED AND THAT IT WOULD TAKE HIM THE AFTERNOON TO ARRIVE. EATING EARLY FOOD, LIKE IN THE PAST, CAME TO THE GRASS, BATHED IN THE SUN, READING, AND THE BREEZE RAISED HER HAIR, SO TENDER. TIME IS RUNNING SLOW, SO THE BOOK IS NOT HUNGRY AT ALL, AND THEN IT'S AFTERNOON TIME... HE'S ALMOST THERE. SO GET UP, GO TO THE WHITE DRESS, AND WALK SLOWLY TO THE SCHOOL DOOR. FAR FROM SEEING A SKINNY BODY STANDING THERE, HE WAS. SIOUX'S HEART IS LIKE A YOUNG DEER, BUT EVERY TIME HE LEAVES, HE COMES BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, AND HE FEELS AS SHY AND BEAUTIFUL AS THE FIRST ONE, AND HE APPROACHES, AND HE CALLS THE BOY'S NAME. THE BOY TURNS AROUND, SMILES AT THE SUN AT THE SOUR TEETH, A WHITE SHIRT, A BEAUTIFUL DAY... THE BOY WALKS ON THE SCHOOL TRAIL WITH SUE'S HANDS AND SAND'S FOOTSTEPS ECHO... TODAY HE APPEARS TO BE EXTREMELY TIRED AND HAS TAKEN SUE TO REST ON A ROCK BENCH BY THE ROADSIDE AS HE LEFT. SUE FOUND THE BOY'S FACE WHITE, SWEATY AND THIN, "YOU'RE GETTING COLDER, YOU'RE NOT SLEEPING WELL? YOU DIDN'T EAT ON TIME? DON'T PLAY FOOTBALL ALL DAY LONG, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF." SUE WAS HEARTBROKEN AND PULLED OUT HIS HANDKERCHIEFS TO WASH THE BOY'S SWEAT. THE BOY TRIED TO SQUEEZE OUT A LITTLE SMILE, AND HE SAID WITH HIS HEART: "FOR THE SAKE OF IZZY, THE GARMENTS WILL NEVER REGRET." "I DON'T LIKE IT, BUT I'M STILL POOR." THE BOY TOOK HIS BACKPACK AND TOOK A POEM FROM IT: "HERE YOU GO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY." AND SUE LOOKED AT THAT OLD LINER, AND HE WAS SWEET, AND HE KNEW ME BEST: "LET'S READ IT TOGETHER, SHUT IT DOWN, IN THE RIVER. GOOD LADY, GOOD GENTLEMAN. CHAOS, LEFT AND RIGHT. LADY, LONG-SOUGHT..."THE VOICE OF LONGLONG IS LIGHT AND FAR AWAY... AND IT'S ON THE WEEKENDS, WHEN IT'S SWIRLING, AND THE WORLD IS COVERED IN A VEIL, AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL... WILL HE COME? IT'S A RAINY DAY FOR SUE TO REMEMBER THE DEEP-BLOODED, CHILDISH DAY. LOOK AT THE ALARM CLOCK. IF HE COMES, IT SHOULD BE NEAR THE ENTRANCE. SU BUILDS UP THE GAS SHEET UMBRELLA AND SLOWS DOWN TO THE SCHOOL GATE. IT'S EARLY, IT'S RAINING, IT'S WEEKENDS, IT'S EMPTY, IT'S QUIET. HE DIDN'T COME AND SUE WAS LOST. BACK IN THE BEDROOM, AS USUAL, AND DRINK TEA AND READ BOOKS, THE ROOMMATES GOT UP, WASHED UP, MADE NOISES, AND LOOKED LIKE A SOPHOMORE. AND MR. LUXUR SAID, “TAKE GOOD TEA AND MAKE BOWLS.” SUTTO PICKS UP A TEA BOAT, SHAVING TEA NOODLES WITH TEA CAPS, TWIRLING TEA, AND SUE LIKES CLEAN TEA. HALF A CUP OF TEA, SUE WAS JUST ABOUT TO SIP, AND THE BATTERED ROOMMATE SUDDENLY HIT SUE, AND THE TEA BOWL FELL DOWN AND A FLOWER FELL APART. SU SMILED AT HIS ROOMMATE WHO APOLOGIZED, BENDED OVER TO PICK UP THE PIECE OF CHINA, SHARP PIECES CUT OFF THE FINGER OF SU-JIN, A LITTLE RED... AND SUDDENLY, IT SEEMED LIKE A LONG TIME BEFORE HE GOT A CALL FROM THE BOY. THE BOY HAD BEEN USED TO CALLING HIM, AND IT BECAME CLEAR THAT THE SOUND THAT CAME WITH THE WAVES HAD BECOME PART OF HER LIFE, SUDDENLY MISSING AND EMPTY IN HER HEART. IT'S ONLY THEN THAT SUE FOUND OUT THAT SHE DIDN'T KNOW THE BOY'S BEDROOM NUMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM? SICK? OR IS IT THAT SUE CAN'T IMAGINE, SITTING ON THE PHONE STARING AT THE RED OF THE FINGERTIPS, THE TIME, THE EXTRAORDINARY LENGTH OF THE ANXIETY AND THE WAIT... THE PHONE RINGS, AND SUE IS IN A HURRY TO PICK UP THE MICROPHONE, WITHOUT ALL THE ELEGANCE AND SILENCE OF THE OLD DAYS: “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO CALL ME? ARE YOU SICK?" THERE'S A STRANGE SOUND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PHONE: "YOU'RE SUE, RIGHT? I'M A ROOMMATE AT XX, HE'S SICK, HE'S SERIOUS. LOOK AT HIM. HIS PARENTS ARE ALREADY HERE. WHEN THE MICROPHONE SLIPS, SU LOSES HIS VOICE AND WEEPS, HIS ROOMMATES LOOK AT WHAT THEY CALL “EVEN IF HIS EARS CHANGE, THE MOUNTAINS FALL IN THE SAME WAY”, THE QUIET WOMAN OF THE ANCIENT WELL, THE PEAR WITH RAIN, THE COLOUR OF THE FLOWERS, AND SU IS ALSO SO FRAGILE ... BEFORE THE BED, SORELY SOBBING, THE BOY LOOKS AT HER, ONCE WITH THE STARLY EYES, HAS LOST LIGHT, STRUGGLED TO MAKE A SMILE AND SOFT VOICES COMFORT HER. SUE WAS WITH THE BOY, READING HIM THE POEM, SINGING FOR HIM. WITH THE HANDS OF THE BOY, COLD BODY TEMPERATURE, SUE FELT THAT THE ENERGY OF LIFE THAT HAD BEEN SO STRONG HAD SNUCK AWAY. IN THE EARLY MORNING, SUE WAS WOKEN UP BY A MOMENT OF WARMTH, AND SHE OPENED HER EYES, AND THE BOY WAS WIPING OUT THE TEARS ON HER FACE, AND THE BOY SEEMED MORE SPIRITUAL THAN IN THE PAST, AND HIS EYES WERE FILLED WITH A WARM MEMORY, AND SHE SUDDENLY FELT SCARED, AND SHE TRIED TO TURN THE LIGHT BACK INTO WORDS THAT BROKE HER HEART. THE BOY SMILES SOFTLY: "SO, YOU KNOW WHAT? AND WHEN YOU WALK OUT OF THE RAIN, WITH AN UMBRELLA OF OIL AND PAPER, AND IF YOU WEAR A FLAG ROBE, YOUR HEAD AND YOUR HEAD, AND YOUR HANDS ARE DEVOTED TO THE POEMS, THEN IT'S AN ANCIENT ROLL, BEAUTIFUL, AND I WANT TO SEE." BY NODDING HIS EFFORTS, HE RAN OUT OF THE WARD, RUNNING AT HER FASTEST SPEED, RACING WITH TIME, AND RUNNING WITH DEATH... WHEN SU'S ROBES, A TUSK, A PAPER UMBRELLA, A ROLL OF POEMS CAME BACK, THE BOY HAD LEFT, HIS FACE WAS FILLED WITH UNSETTLING FEELINGS AND ATTACHMENTS, AND TEARS HAD NOT YET DRIED. ZOU'S INCOMPETENCE STAR NIGHT, SHALO'S TWIN TREES, FLOWERS, DANCING. THE SILENTNESS OF THE PEACE LAY BENEATH THE TREE, AND THE PALE FACE REMAINED UNSCATHED, AND SHALOH FELL. SHALOH FELL TO DUST, AND RETURNED TO HIS TURN... ..THE FLAG ROBES, PALLADIUM, PAPER UMBRELLAS, POEMS... ..AS IF THE WIND WAS CALLING BACK THE SOUL OF A BOY, TO SEE HER HEART BROKEN, TO HOLD HER HAND, AND TO MAKE ANOTHER PROMISE ON THE BUDDHA TREE. THE FLOWERS ROT AND THEN THEY FALL. A MOMENT OF SIGHT, A DREAM LONG. THE LEGEND OF THE FOUR-AND-A-HALF TREES OF THE EAST IS “CONTINUOUS AND UNCERTAIN”. THE BUDDHA SAID, "IT IS ONLY THE SIGHT OF 500 TIMES IN THE FORMER LIFE THAT WILL PASS AWAY." SO, SUE, HOW MANY YEARS DID YOU SPEND IN FRONT OF THE BUDDHA IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR PATHETIC LOVE? WHERE ARE YOU, LORD HARRY, WHO LIVES IN THE LEAVES? IS THIS YOUR GIFT? IF THAT LITTLE POT OF DEW DOESN'T AWAKEN YOU, SUE WILL COLLECT DEW FOR YOU FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE. IS IT SHALOH'S TEARS OR YOUR TEARS? I THINK, SUE, THIS WHOLE LIFE, SHE'S NEVER GONNA FALL IN LOVE AGAIN BECAUSE HER LIFE IS COMPLETE WITH YOU. I THINK, SUE, THIS WHOLE LIFE, YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO WEAR ANY OTHER COSTUMES AND BRUSH YOUR HAIR, BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER FORGOTTEN, NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I DON'T KNOW WHEN YOUR SOUL WILL RETURN, AND I THINK THE SU WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES, JUST TO PASS OVER AGAIN IN THE WIND, IN THE TEARS OF SHALOH, WHICH ONCE WAS A FLOWER, THE TWO TREES OF SHALOH, AND THE FRAGRANCE OF THE TWO TREES, BUT ONLY TO LAMENT THE KING. "THE JADE CASE " . DREAMING OF THE TWO TREES OF SHALO, SEARCHING FOR THE PEOPLE, AND SEEING THE SHADOWS. BUTTERFLIES MONZARO. THE WORLD IS SEPARATED FROM EACH OTHER
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In: pork, onions, flour, raw, salt. Method 1: Placing dumplings, pork into slurry, onion cutting, salting, raw mixing for use. 2. Take appropriate amounts of flour to join the ready vegetable juice noodles. 3 Slipped to two smooth sides, 4 cut to a small point, 5 tumbled to skin, 6 put in dumplings, and 2 sides synthesized. 7 tattered to steam。
