Cheese Flow Heart Toast Roll, Become A Toast Lover.
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
10m
Serving
2
Life chores, shooting overtime, colds and fevers.
Form part of winter.
When I have a cold, I like to watch old dramas alone in the bed.
Watching "Langya Bang", when Nihuang met Lin Shu in the suburban pavilion, music played.
Even after reading it many times, you will still feel very distressed in my heart.
Watching a drama repeatedly, I think I also suddenly grow old, at least in my mood.
I live alone and expect people to come. The studio is always equipped with wine. Waiting for people to come, helpless. Recently, the wine table has become a tea table and can only be enjoyed by one person.
Three or five friends, have a glass of sweet wine, bring two or three old things, play and appreciate.
And maybe I have feelings with the old things, and I am repairing them, and even my love has become riddled with holes.
People over thirty, single, pretty bleak, sometimes late at night, will think of someone.
Occasionally I look at the circle of friends I am familiar with. I can't hug or kiss anymore. I have to just check it out and leave.
I understand what love is all about because of her.
The girl who would turn around in the morning on the way to work and deliver toast rolls, I know that everything is fine in the far north.
Human feelings are cruel, and when they were young, they were dizzy, but when they woke up, they were already 30 years old.
Form part of winter.
When I have a cold, I like to watch old dramas alone in the bed.
Watching "Langya Bang", when Nihuang met Lin Shu in the suburban pavilion, music played.
Even after reading it many times, you will still feel very distressed in my heart.
Watching a drama repeatedly, I think I also suddenly grow old, at least in my mood.
I live alone and expect people to come. The studio is always equipped with wine. Waiting for people to come, helpless. Recently, the wine table has become a tea table and can only be enjoyed by one person.
Three or five friends, have a glass of sweet wine, bring two or three old things, play and appreciate.
And maybe I have feelings with the old things, and I am repairing them, and even my love has become riddled with holes.
People over thirty, single, pretty bleak, sometimes late at night, will think of someone.
Occasionally I look at the circle of friends I am familiar with. I can't hug or kiss anymore. I have to just check it out and leave.
I understand what love is all about because of her.
The girl who would turn around in the morning on the way to work and deliver toast rolls, I know that everything is fine in the far north.
Human feelings are cruel, and when they were young, they were dizzy, but when they woke up, they were already 30 years old.
