Recipes tagged "Thai spicy"

Xinlan’s hand-made private dish [Jue Taste Collagen Silk] – perfect for both beauty and deliciousness, suitable for both snacks and main dishes

Xinlan’s hand-made private dish [Jue Taste Collagen Silk] - Bad guy treasure, forget that person’s romance (not love) We are all lonely, so lonely that our souls will tremble... On the plain of life, we walk hesitantly alone, the only companion is the shadow behind us, speechless, silent... Spring passes and autumn comes, winter melts and summer solstice, the additional accumulation of loneliness becomes more and more prosperous. We have become fragile, so fragile that even we cannot believe it. A small warmth and a slight hope can make us desperate, like a drowning person grabbing the frivolous straw... We need comfort, we need dependence, and we need a shoulder to lean on. The billowing world of mortals obscures our wise eyes. How can we see clearly and clearly in loneliness, loneliness, and in the name of so-called love? We can only follow the footsteps of desire and move towards the unknown future involuntarily. Love that doesn’t care about one’s own safety, bravery that follows madly and blindly, and a stubborn and fearless heart are all we have. We are like a stubborn cow, lowering our heads, closing our eyes, and slamming forward hard, with bloody wounds and bruises... The ending is doomed, those blind obedience, those stubbornness, those so-called courage are just the crystal grains of salt sprinkled on the wounds. The prosperity is gone, the music is over, and everyone is gone, leaving us hiding in the corner of our lives counting the number of scars alone, the bright red color stinging our eyes. We stuck out our tongues and licked the wounds. When the blood filled our mouths, the pain made us almost faint. There is no one to comfort, no one to rely on, only ourselves, bearing the bone-eroding pain alone... Looking back, think about it, is this love? No! This is not love. Love should be sweet, love should be joyful, love should be warm, love should be comfortable... This is just a sorrow that we have been asking for. Maybe, the person we shouldn't love but still fall in love with has a familiar flavor, a trace of the figure we long for in our dreams, that's all... Bad Baobao then described her love, her sadness in the dialog box... Bad Baobao's descriptions have all ended, or scattered, painful or confused, all kinds of things, making my heart feel lost... Like a brother, like a father... Like a brother, like a father... Good! Bad guy, maybe when you came to a strange city alone and he picked you up, you were destined to become a prisoner of his so-called love. Do those clumsy tenderness and those unpretentious past events have the taste of happiness that is missing in your memory... I don't want to pursue, understand, or think about it. All I know is, bad boy, that's not love. We can call it sustenance for emotional loss, we can call it supply for spiritual blind spots, but we can never call it love! Because when he blurted out that he respects your decision and ruined that innocent little life with indifference, it was already doomed - not love... Haha, what a song "Fake Monk"... End of the text. Chu Xinlan put away his pen in a messy manner.