The Feng family has been in trouble recently. Aunt Feng sat in the courtyard and knocked rice noodles. The nest is a small nest, as big as a small basin, chiseled into bluestone, a little heavy, but a person can barely carry it out and carry it in. The rice was the best rice carefully selected by Aunt Feng, fried over low heat and in a casserole, fragrant, finely knocked with a stone mill, and sifted through with a fine basket. As soon as the rice noodles are opened, the fragrance will come out, and the fragrance will drift far away. You don't need to cook it again, just add a little warm water and adjust it

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