"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”

"I cooked some porridge, let's try it together. The skinny girl stepped out of the way and let the uninvited guest in.

Tian Wanzi wanted to continue talking, but her body was completely out of her control when she heard the word "porridge".

White porridge, skin jelly, red bean buns.

In order to entertain this guest, Shen Hexi fried another plate of shallots.

Walking to the table with a plate, she saw the chubby girl holding the rice bowl and crying.

People are always so strange, no matter how rare and delicious they are, they can only exchange them for a moment of madness, but the most prosaic household routine is often the sorrow they care about for a lifetime.

How much madness can people sway in this life?

And how much nostalgia can be thrown away?

The braised pig's trotters with a strong fragrance to the bones the day before just made Tian Wanzi miss it overnight, and today's bowl of white porridge had already made her a tearful person before she was born.

"I want to go home! Woo, I want porridge with tofu! I want zucchini omelets! I want to eat fried eggplant boxes! I want to eat fried noodles! I want fried liver! I don't want to eat fried chicken and fries! Woo, my cousin is a liar, foreign countries are not good at all, I want to go home......"

Seeing the girl in front of her crying while reporting the name of the dish, Shen Hexi understood the deep meaning of the word.

Taste, as one of the most enduring senses of human memory, is the foundation of lovesickness and the system of concern.

The corrupt country in 1997 was much ahead of China in terms of material and spiritual conditions, and the so-called democratic and free atmosphere and the so-called prosperity of scientific and technological development were perhaps not as good as a bowl of white porridge for the Chinese.

Nostalgia arose from this, instantly overpowering Yiqiē's longing for spiritual and material.

Shen Hexi looked at the girl who was wailing in front of her, and did not come forward to comfort her, she remembered herself who fell asleep counting dumplings.

Thinking about this kind of thing, you can't stop it, you can't prohibit it.

There is also a famous quote from her spiritual idol Master Yu Zhengwei: "In this world, only food and nostalgia are worthy of being forgiven 100,000 times." ”