steamed buns
VicentaLakin
"If I hadn't met you, I'd have lived there in a life where I might have known someone who lived a normal life without knowing if there was love as sweet as honey..." Every time I hear this song, I feel warm, calm and content. Time went back to 2008. I work in my old county, he's in Sian. We met not, but he was him, and I was only Me. By chance, after being introduced, we met. I wasn't impressed at first sight, and there was always no story between us. However, the subsequent telephone calls improved my impression of him, and, together with his visit to Siane, he touched me deeply with his maturity, weight and kindness. So I made a choice that I would never regret in my life: I quit the work that everyone in the county envied and followed him to Xian to begin our new life. Two people who have lived in different living environments for more than two decades have suddenly come together and there is too much to understand and adapt to each other. And I was still angry at him, and felt he was older than me, and patiently kept me in the way of the Book, and I, too, sought perfection, so that he would suffer. But he's always been able to use his kind of "good temper" to make my so-called big deal smaller and smaller. It's happening a lot, and slowly I feel embarrassed. You must be determined to change your bad temper and grow up. You can't be as selfish as an ignorant child forever. I wonder if I have changed too much, and I am gentle and gentle (his words), and I have occasionally cooked something to eat and come out of the kitchen, and he is always happy to “eat”. And it was in this process that I felt deeply about his sincere heart and realized that he was the one whom I had entrusted my whole life with. So in three months, we promised each other our life -- we were engaged. Five months after we were engaged, we got married and started our happy marriage. It turns out how right and worthwhile my choices and changes were! Looking back on the road, I wanted to say too much. Thanks for the change of destiny so I can meet you. But what I would like to say most of all is that there are too many things in life that we cannot change, and then, when needed, please change our way to the right path, so that we can get closer to what is in those hearts. Imagine if I did not change my temper, nor did I change my feelings of gratitude in understanding and dealing with the person who loved me so deeply, what was the end of it? I can't imagine. Although I know that my writing is so bad that it does not express one tenth of my heart, I sincerely want to say that it is really hard to have a chance to meet someone who loves each other in life, and if you love, try to change yourself. Do not miss out on blind “persistence”, otherwise it may take a lifetime to grieve and regret, so why not try to change your own way towards happiness? Today, the last one of the silver rolls felt thin enough before steaming, but, after fermenting and steaming, when it came out of the pot, the noodles were still thin enough, and next time they had to be pulled hard. The same diet, with a slight change, has different moods and different feelings. That's the surprise the change brought us。
VicentaLakin
My grandfather's family is Shandong, and he loves to eat the guacamole, while my grandmother's is a southerner of the tunnel, and rice and noodles are the staple food. But it's not obvious in our home that the eating habits are so great that mothers from the South love to eat their grandpa's buns, and the tall dad can eat a big bowl of noodles. And these so-called dietary divisions come to me, and they get more confused... When I was little, I was basically just meat and bread, but bread and chocolate, and that was all the old man's "cocoach" all over the world, and when the elders got big, they started to eat on the opposite strip, on the bread, without a drop of rice, until the last two years I fell in love with rice... My brother, who hasn't seen you in years, has come home to visit me for a bowl of rice. I didn't believe it. I went to the supermarket a few days ago, and I saw a big bun sale, and my mom was screaming for a few bags. A few days later, it didn't seem like much of a bun in the fridge, but it didn't seem like the old lady had enough of the buns in the supermarket, chewed without the sweet taste of the rice in the Shandong bun made by Grandpa and Grandma, and put it in the fridge for a few days. Good thing I'm back to learn, and I'm here today to introduce you to the tweedy-wissed buns of Shandong. It's a cold autumn, but it's been done in the kitchen, and it's sweating in the back of the clothes but it's absolutely awesome! Unlike the chords made in the south, Shandong's mostly made of these buns, the fragrance of flour and steam puffs, a white, fat, fat, round of people's water flowing straight out of them, with thin skins, which are chewing out of them, not as big as a bee hole in them. And it's amazing, because it's so little water, and it doesn't choke at all, and I think it's the work that's been done before, so that the flour is fermented under the force. Food doesn't lie, taste doesn't betray
