The composition of my story with Pai.

I like delicious food. Just like mice love rice. I like bacon, sausages and vegetables, and almost all kinds of delicious food, so I am a little fat. But my favorite is homemade pie.

To make pies, the key points are: noodles. Stuffing. It's on fire. Face to face and basically can't play bungee jumping. Rub it on the surface, with light hands and light bowls. Put the noodles in the bowl, and it won't fall upside down. You can't get married until the stuffing is mixed with meat and vegetables. In other words, the meat and vegetables should be thoroughly mixed. The heat should be moderate. If the fire is too big, the cake will be tanned. If the fire is too small, it will turn "white". Generally, you can "turn your head" after 3-5 minutes of sun exposure. Be steady when you turn. Otherwise, the pie will be eaten by bugs or garbage! After the cake is baked, you can see the "golden moon" on the fifteenth night, and the fragrance is refreshing. As long as you take a bite, the meat, coriander, skin and stuffing will go straight to the heart and spleen, and your appetite will increase immediately, and a few bites will be gone. One is not full, come again until his stomach can't hold. The pie is delicious, beautiful and fragrant. I'm sure you will like it as much as I do.

This is the story of me and Pai. Do you have any stories about delicious food?