Sour Plum Soup
by Cat's eye
Favorite
Difficulty
Hard
Time
1h
Serving
2
The perfect sour plum soup, this summer, the delicacy that cannot be missed——#Who's youth is not mad, whose first love does not shed tears#
Hangover, but it’s such a sultry summer, it’s so uncomfortable that even the soul is stuck by the smelly sweat, so you can drink the sour plum soup in the refrigerator, a pleasant fragrance, sweet and sour. The beauty of lingering on the tip of the tongue, the heat and sorrowful wine disappeared in a flash, the wonderfulness is always unconsciously moved by the good food. Those spiritual tastes always awaken the softest, most fragile, most charming and most charming in the depths of my heart. Shallots' memories
I remember at that time, we were still young, dream-like years of madness, arrogance, bravery, restlessness, no regrets, rebellion, shyness...
These words of praise or derogation lead to the taste of youth-sweet and sour
I remember your birthday that year, drank the wine you filled, and stood on the edge of the flower bed when you were drunk, chanting poems for you. Moonlight is like water, pedestrians look sideways, and your red and drooping face is as beautiful as a sunset...
Remember that year when you were over from school, the heavy rain came, and you waited until all the classmates left, threw down the umbrella, took off the sneakers, dragged me to the rain screen, bare feet smiling presumptuously, and stepped on the water flowers. Flower, one lotus step by step...
Remember that year when you were in confinement, I stood downstairs in your house and hummed your favorite ballad gently. You stood by the window, crying and I said in sign language: I love you for life! You nodded desperately, so determined...
I remember that year when you and I were extinct, you stood on the bow, I stayed on the shore, the lake breeze raised your black hair, a sorrowful smile, and a heart-to-heart word: Goodbye, my love looks farther and farther away Fengfan, I yelled with all my strength: I don’t regret it, I will still love you in the next life. A tear slips across your face and drips into the heart of the lake, but it can’t arouse a ripple. However, another ripple swayed deeply into my heart. Sea, never forget...
Who has gone through whose dreams...who has passed by whose life...
And in the first year, after a hangover, during the scorching heat, a beautiful plum soup filled my dusty memories. I have sour and sweet, beautiful but mournful green years..."
Hangover, but it’s such a sultry summer, it’s so uncomfortable that even the soul is stuck by the smelly sweat, so you can drink the sour plum soup in the refrigerator, a pleasant fragrance, sweet and sour. The beauty of lingering on the tip of the tongue, the heat and sorrowful wine disappeared in a flash, the wonderfulness is always unconsciously moved by the good food. Those spiritual tastes always awaken the softest, most fragile, most charming and most charming in the depths of my heart. Shallots' memories
I remember at that time, we were still young, dream-like years of madness, arrogance, bravery, restlessness, no regrets, rebellion, shyness...
These words of praise or derogation lead to the taste of youth-sweet and sour
I remember your birthday that year, drank the wine you filled, and stood on the edge of the flower bed when you were drunk, chanting poems for you. Moonlight is like water, pedestrians look sideways, and your red and drooping face is as beautiful as a sunset...
Remember that year when you were over from school, the heavy rain came, and you waited until all the classmates left, threw down the umbrella, took off the sneakers, dragged me to the rain screen, bare feet smiling presumptuously, and stepped on the water flowers. Flower, one lotus step by step...
Remember that year when you were in confinement, I stood downstairs in your house and hummed your favorite ballad gently. You stood by the window, crying and I said in sign language: I love you for life! You nodded desperately, so determined...
I remember that year when you and I were extinct, you stood on the bow, I stayed on the shore, the lake breeze raised your black hair, a sorrowful smile, and a heart-to-heart word: Goodbye, my love looks farther and farther away Fengfan, I yelled with all my strength: I don’t regret it, I will still love you in the next life. A tear slips across your face and drips into the heart of the lake, but it can’t arouse a ripple. However, another ripple swayed deeply into my heart. Sea, never forget...
Who has gone through whose dreams...who has passed by whose life...
And in the first year, after a hangover, during the scorching heat, a beautiful plum soup filled my dusty memories. I have sour and sweet, beautiful but mournful green years..."
