Today’s Bowl of Fascinating Teriyaki Chicken Drumstick Rice, Eat All The Warmth
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
30m
Serving
2
The love in winter in the north is like a hot brazier in a small courtyard, burning fiercely and always going out.
Thinking about it carefully, it's just a moment of warmth at hand.
I have only seen a lot of love, and have no real experience.
Many friends ask me, are all the stories and love words you write true? Regardless of whether the paragraph he asked is true or false, I will answer smoothly: false.
The sentiment when I was young, maybe just a look in the eyes, there will be thousands of reveries. Isn't it a good thing?
That year, during the internship in Harbin, I watched the blue sky in a vented winter day. In the cold, I saw those beautiful eyes, bright eyes.
We were washing our faces in the sink. She lowered her head and accidentally dipped the tip of her hair into the water in the basin. She got up and tied her black hair. It was very sassy in the sun.
She glanced back at me, and I thought it was love.
Before the end of the internship, in the small courtyard where the seniors lived, everyone crossed their legs on the kang, inside the small window, the candlelight was shining, and our rice wine side dishes were chattering.
She said that she never drank alcohol, so we clamored and didn't believe it. Later, we punished her to go to the kitchen to add dishes for everyone, and she had to use her wine.
After three rounds of wine, she brought a plate of roasted chicken drumsticks to the table, with the reddish skin, brushed with a layer of freshly cooked teriyaki sauce.
The aroma of soy sauce is mixed with the aroma of rice wine after heating, maybe it is because after drinking too much bar, I only feel that the aroma of the wine makes me drunk.
When I brought the rice over, there was only one piece of chicken skin left on a whole plate of chicken legs. The entrance was still full of teriyaki flavor, no alcohol at all. The sauce was too fragrant. A whole bowl of rice.
Outside the window, there was a heavy snowfall, and we were in the window, enjoying the wine.
Until late at night, a group of young people, in the streets of unmanned small towns, twists and turns, stone streets, don't be in our lonely heart, so romantic.
In the end, we waved goodbye, and I seemed to see that everyone’s eyes were a little moist. She secretly wiped away her tears and said with a smile: in the future, everyone will be happy.
Thinking about it carefully, it's just a moment of warmth at hand.
I have only seen a lot of love, and have no real experience.
Many friends ask me, are all the stories and love words you write true? Regardless of whether the paragraph he asked is true or false, I will answer smoothly: false.
The sentiment when I was young, maybe just a look in the eyes, there will be thousands of reveries. Isn't it a good thing?
That year, during the internship in Harbin, I watched the blue sky in a vented winter day. In the cold, I saw those beautiful eyes, bright eyes.
We were washing our faces in the sink. She lowered her head and accidentally dipped the tip of her hair into the water in the basin. She got up and tied her black hair. It was very sassy in the sun.
She glanced back at me, and I thought it was love.
Before the end of the internship, in the small courtyard where the seniors lived, everyone crossed their legs on the kang, inside the small window, the candlelight was shining, and our rice wine side dishes were chattering.
She said that she never drank alcohol, so we clamored and didn't believe it. Later, we punished her to go to the kitchen to add dishes for everyone, and she had to use her wine.
After three rounds of wine, she brought a plate of roasted chicken drumsticks to the table, with the reddish skin, brushed with a layer of freshly cooked teriyaki sauce.
The aroma of soy sauce is mixed with the aroma of rice wine after heating, maybe it is because after drinking too much bar, I only feel that the aroma of the wine makes me drunk.
When I brought the rice over, there was only one piece of chicken skin left on a whole plate of chicken legs. The entrance was still full of teriyaki flavor, no alcohol at all. The sauce was too fragrant. A whole bowl of rice.
Outside the window, there was a heavy snowfall, and we were in the window, enjoying the wine.
Until late at night, a group of young people, in the streets of unmanned small towns, twists and turns, stone streets, don't be in our lonely heart, so romantic.
In the end, we waved goodbye, and I seemed to see that everyone’s eyes were a little moist. She secretly wiped away her tears and said with a smile: in the future, everyone will be happy.
