Mo Ming:A bowl of dumplings Who lit the smoke, it curled up? Its graceful posture dissipated in the remotest corners of the globe. The fire in the stove appeared on the horizon. Those familiar aroma, separated by 800 miles away. They are gradually forgotten by people. Our technique is very similar, There is no way to restore the situation at that time. I try not to fill the dumplings with minced meat. Don't make it into the shape of an ear. Don't touch sweet vinegar when eating. I don't have to cook it with boiled chicken soup. I won't bite it and hear it inside, There are so many sad exhortations. |
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