Roasted Marshmallow Thick Toast, Accidentally Biting Off The Clouds in The Sky
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
10m
Serving
2
On the last day of 2016, I called Lao Zhang and talked a lot, from poems to life ideals. At the end, I asked him, what about the inn you opened for us in Hangzhou?
Lao Zhang likes to make a wish. He promised to build a sunny inn for us in the mountains of Qiandao Lake in 2016. These friends, friends, and friends will stay in a room at any time.
Now, two years later, that mountain is still that mountain, and the bricks and tiles have not changed.
Lao Zhang on the other end of the phone was a little silent, and he could feel it. He took a deep cigarette, but only one word came out:
roll.
I laughed. This is how I get along with Lao Zhang.
He has witnessed all my loves, and he always persuades me: You, don't expect any perfect love anymore, just make do, get married.
I also like him to tease me with my previous relationship: What about your Taiwanese girl who likes eating cotton candy?
He always thinks that my love is naive, maybe it is true, but occasionally, I will fall.
He never knew that there were no Taiwanese girls who liked marshmallows, but I loved them. Every time he went to the supermarket to buy wine, I always asked him to bring a few packs of marshmallows back, saying that my brother recently met a particularly cute Taiwanese Girl, no tricks work well, she likes the soft love of cotton candy.
I asked him: We are the same age, single and unmarried, what kind of resonance do we have?
He replied to me: Thirty years old, after struggling in love for a long time, he was finally appointed.
Thirty years old, not old, but has already begun to be disgusted, and can be shot while lying down.
Thirty years old is fleeting, using a devil's language.
Lao Zhang likes to make a wish. He promised to build a sunny inn for us in the mountains of Qiandao Lake in 2016. These friends, friends, and friends will stay in a room at any time.
Now, two years later, that mountain is still that mountain, and the bricks and tiles have not changed.
Lao Zhang on the other end of the phone was a little silent, and he could feel it. He took a deep cigarette, but only one word came out:
roll.
I laughed. This is how I get along with Lao Zhang.
He has witnessed all my loves, and he always persuades me: You, don't expect any perfect love anymore, just make do, get married.
I also like him to tease me with my previous relationship: What about your Taiwanese girl who likes eating cotton candy?
He always thinks that my love is naive, maybe it is true, but occasionally, I will fall.
He never knew that there were no Taiwanese girls who liked marshmallows, but I loved them. Every time he went to the supermarket to buy wine, I always asked him to bring a few packs of marshmallows back, saying that my brother recently met a particularly cute Taiwanese Girl, no tricks work well, she likes the soft love of cotton candy.
I asked him: We are the same age, single and unmarried, what kind of resonance do we have?
He replied to me: Thirty years old, after struggling in love for a long time, he was finally appointed.
Thirty years old, not old, but has already begun to be disgusted, and can be shot while lying down.
Thirty years old is fleeting, using a devil's language.
