Rose Yam Mud
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
30m
Serving
2
We were all drunk that night.
I bought a rose at the street corner, she broke off the petals, cut one piece into filaments, and sprinkled it on the freshly made rose yam, soaked one piece in red wine, and drank it in one sip.
She said that there were two heart-shaped yam pastes on the plate. The big one was me and the small one was her. She ate the big one and I ate the small one. In this way, we all cherish each other's hearts.
For whatever reason, she suddenly smiled happily, and I laughed too.
I thought, maybe even the air was drunk.
It turns out that a man falls in love with a person and therefore falls in love with a city, no matter how far away,
Only one hug is enough.
However, when I left, I never dared to look back at the lights of this city.
I bought a rose at the street corner, she broke off the petals, cut one piece into filaments, and sprinkled it on the freshly made rose yam, soaked one piece in red wine, and drank it in one sip.
She said that there were two heart-shaped yam pastes on the plate. The big one was me and the small one was her. She ate the big one and I ate the small one. In this way, we all cherish each other's hearts.
For whatever reason, she suddenly smiled happily, and I laughed too.
I thought, maybe even the air was drunk.
It turns out that a man falls in love with a person and therefore falls in love with a city, no matter how far away,
Only one hug is enough.
However, when I left, I never dared to look back at the lights of this city.
