homemade dishes
VicentaLakin
The moon boat, the moon boat, the song of my mother, floated into my cradle as if my mother looked at me and looked at me. The ships of the moon, carrying the mystery of childhood, drifted into my dreams, secretly took away the night without fear, and came unwittingly near the shores of youth. The moon ship, the moon ship, with a small and careful berth on the pillow. The moon's ship, the moon's ship, carrying a small and careful wish to be moaned in our hearts ~ There are many tribulations and frustrations on the way to our growth ~ and, at the same time, a little wish will be secretly born in a corner of our hearts, but it will fade away with the passing of years and recreate the year's hope
VicentaLakin
It's hot and hot, and 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 hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot. Beans, pig skins, peppers, potatoes, sometimes you'll get your stomach kicked! The fragrance of the fragrance, the soft, juicy taste, the fragrance of the cheeks..
