Our family's land is the most fertile in our village. Our family is also expert in farming, with sunshine and rain, gentle wind and drizzle, natural fertilizers, careful care, and inheritance from ancestors from generation to generation. Our family has the best ingredients in the world. But when it comes to cooking, I'm just a stick. I don't even know whether to put oil or vegetables first. I also put washing powder when washing rice, thinking it will make it cleaner. Our whole family is starving to death. At this time, there is an outsider. When the villager came to our house, he was surprised when he saw the ingredients. His eyes were full of respect, and his hands were shaking with excitement. He made a table full of Han Chinese with ingredients from our house.
Looking at the food, I'm at a loss, because I'm used to the days when I don't have enough to eat, and the raw rice is cold. People from outside the village said, try it, the ingredients in your family are really unparalleled. After feasting on it, I had a fucking full meal. I used to think that rice is the taste of washing powder, and vegetables are the taste of natural fertilizers, but people from other villages told me that our dishes can be so delicious. I thank him even though he made some money by taking some of the ingredients, which he deserves. Because he let me know the things that should have been my own.
Fortunately, people from other villages came to our house, otherwise I don't know how long I will starve; fortunately, it is Kung Fu Panda, not Kung Fu Kangaroo. Australians, still hungry.
So, let's make the cultural invasion more violent, I just want to have a good meal.
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