Hand-painted Recipe: Cola Chicken Wings
by Picture book
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
2
Coke chicken wings ingredients: chicken wings, cola, light soy sauce, ginger slices, salt, green onions, garlic slices, star anise pig said:
Tears are the water in my mind. I want too much sleep. Too little. Face value drops like a body falling from a high altitude. A rare friend whose voice is like a duck but also smiles and smiles. I feel relaxed a lot. I can’t bear to leave. I’m afraid of wanting to laugh. When no one responds and wants to cry, no one cares...
The girl ran alone to the city where she had lived for three years and lived in a homestay during the Chinese New Year. Seeing the friends she wanted to meet, all the things that can be done with friends are realized one by one, and occasionally she can pick up a few friends on the road. She feels like Changsha. It’s a city where you can turn into friends when you strike up a conversation. It’s not like the city where I’m staying now. It’s a little cold. When I see her, I feel like a Coke and laugh all the time. It’s warm, simple and pure. But some parting means I can’t help myself and won’t talk about it. The meaning of self-deception. The kaleidoscope on the radio can't lock the dream that is about to begin...
Tears are the water in my mind. I want too much sleep. Too little. Face value drops like a body falling from a high altitude. A rare friend whose voice is like a duck but also smiles and smiles. I feel relaxed a lot. I can’t bear to leave. I’m afraid of wanting to laugh. When no one responds and wants to cry, no one cares...
The girl ran alone to the city where she had lived for three years and lived in a homestay during the Chinese New Year. Seeing the friends she wanted to meet, all the things that can be done with friends are realized one by one, and occasionally she can pick up a few friends on the road. She feels like Changsha. It’s a city where you can turn into friends when you strike up a conversation. It’s not like the city where I’m staying now. It’s a little cold. When I see her, I feel like a Coke and laugh all the time. It’s warm, simple and pure. But some parting means I can’t help myself and won’t talk about it. The meaning of self-deception. The kaleidoscope on the radio can't lock the dream that is about to begin...
