In 1948, there was a young lady in France called Julia. She was tall and not beautiful, but she was unparalleled in happiness. She is the tree-hole elf who met the first sunlight in my heart, and life is the first sunlight in her life every day. In ten years, she wrote a thick book "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". This is a happy book, and from now on, all the gourmet witches in the world will dip their fingers and read the magic book seriously.
Julie, the little clerk who writes the blog, has a boring job and lives upstairs from a pizzeria (they hate it, I think it's pretty good). She plans to spend a year practicing the recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking. So in 1949 Julia and the modern staff Julie moved forward side by side. Julia has become the reference body of Julie, a small clerk. At least in the murder of shrimp, I think Miss Julia is better at it, so she can become the person who writes the magic book, not the ordinary witch who is prepared according to the book. Well, her brilliance cannot be surpassed.
The farmer's market is always the most fresh and powerful place in the world. No matter how the vegetables and fruits are placed, they are beautiful on their own. The relationship between customers and vendors is enduring. I like to watch Julia buy bread and meat in the market, smell the smell of vegetables and fruits, I love the basket she is carrying, I love her swaying tall body, and her smile that is sweeter than cheese.
It's a story that's too easy to be happy about. It is full of the aroma of beef braised in red wine, grilled fish steaks, butter, cheese, as well as the lovely colorful samples of various food utensils, the wonderful sound of dishes colliding... Of course, Miss Julia's unique laughter runs through the whole of France. .
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