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The honey, the plum, the hoof

The honey, the plum, the hoof

VicentaLakin

The adhesive gel of Yang Mei's sweet hooves, gnawing down, is the autumn fragrance and the warmth of winter. At dusk, I was surrounded by the stove, and the smell of Yang hooves ran out of the house and the window, and the time became longer in the slow stew! And when the juice evaporates half the bowl, the pig's feet grunt in the casserole. A spoonful of soup, half a spoon of fruit, is the softest pyrotechnic gas in the end of September. The sweetness of the sour collide makes each of them taste like the autumn wind. The sound of the baby dropping her bag first, then the sound of her changing her dress, which is the most beautiful melody I've ever heard in my recent rest! Baby, Mom makes honey sauce and plum hoofs at night