maternal recipes
VicentaLakin
It's sweet in the ice cream acreage, and it's sweet in the ice cream acreage. When I was a kid, I went to the temple, I watched the show, I went to the street, I got a stick, and I got my mom and dad to buy it; remember once when I was a kid, I heard the sound of "cracked sugar cucumber," and I went out and I said, "My mom wants to buy sugar cucumbers," and then I ran to my mom, and I said, "I don't have the money, but I'll buy you the sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet." Now it's the mountain season, making the children this ice cream, healthier and better, and remembering the smell of their childhood
VicentaLakin
In the case of one dish, the cooking technique, choice of the food, and the ratio of the fabric can be slightly altered, resulting in new and better taste and content. Especially with Chinese food, there are less boxes, and if they match the taste of the eater, they are successful. Family love tofu, so I've tried a lot of tofu. Today, this bean curd is definitely a food service. All friends who have eaten will raise their thumbs and say, "It's so good, it's really good."。
VicentaLakin
It's the first time I've made a bowl of fresh and delicious fish soup in a cold day. It's the first time I've done it, but it's the first time I've done it, and it's really nice to see a white fish in a bowl. The key is that my son likes it so much, he eats it six times a person and finishes it. It's fresh, it's fresh, it's salty, it's fresh, it's fresh, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's green, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's good to eat
VicentaLakin
Every night in the middle of the year, our home is "over the oil" and it's blowing up some of the old stuff. Watching my mom work on chopping up the pie, mixing it up, then squeezing out a ball into the boiler with her hands, and then one of the balls floats up with bubbles, slowly turning to gold, and the mom pulls up the ball with a hedge, and grabs a ball with her hand and blows it into my mouth and says, "Be careful, don't burn!" I'd be standing by my mother's side, and she'd blow up, and I'd be eating radish bells that were charred out of my hair, and I'd be really good by my mother's hand. Until today, it's as if I'm back in my childhood when I see my mom blowing up the balls。
