Everyone has different standards for food and sex, and so does love.

No matter whether the food is high or low, the taste is right, the delicacies are naturally good, and the street snacks are also happy.

I have written many stories about men, women, life and romance.

There are many kinds of trees. In retrospect, besides the mass music in time, the smell hidden behind the taste buds is also a lingering past.

I wrote those things, sang those songs, met those people and ate those dishes.

If there is anything I want to eat most at the moment, it must be you, my dearest Mr. Li.

meet with

Yes, as you can see.

This delicious and mouth-watering handsome appearance belongs to Mr. Li who picked up Miss He's first WeChat drift bottle on June 6th of that year 10.

Sitting on the shuttle bus drinking big fruit, hormones soared. In my eyes, I saw a strange man with clear eyes and charming lip line. In my mouth, I saw peach fruit and greasy yogurt with neon night.

At that time, I thought, turn into that cigarette and hide it in your charming lips

10 June 6th coincides with girlfriends' night. And Mr. Bao are all here, with a cool breeze blowing gently.

Pan Xiao said that this product looks coquettish in bed.

Miss He smiled without saying a word, and Lord Bao was amazed.

Meeting is like a sudden love affair.

The sweetness of yellow peach and the satiny of yogurt are my big fruits.

encounter

A noisy drift bottle, two people who abuse each other.

The beginning of this explosion is actually accompanied by fart fights and jokes day by day. Finally, when voices and words burst out of the screen one day, Miss He was told to go back to Changchun for business.

Mr. Li said to pick you up

Miss He said, of course.

The train at four o'clock in the morning, at three forty, stinky feet everywhere, the phone rang:

It's the stop. Get up. There will be more people in the bathroom later.

This enthusiastic person, Miss He, drove a car, which was as cold as oxygen in the ocean.

Miss He, whose T-shirt and canvas are very short and eye-catching, met Mr. Li with white trousers and black eyes on the ground. In the morning, she shook her chubby hands and smelled of hormones. Her mouth was like mints and had a refreshing smell.

Miss He whistled in her heart. Hello, stranger.

A big hole has been opened in the pavement of Changchun. Miss He, who has never seen a netizen, is sitting in the car, awkwardly holding a thin mint with the tip of her tongue. There are countless times I want to say something in her mind. Mr Li's car is parked in front of a breakfast shop.

In the smell of leek boxes, Miss He learned that Mr. Li worked overtime until two o'clock last night.

Opposite the steaming soybean milk is Mr. Li who stayed up all night.

Miss He thought: In fact, she really wanted to touch that small shallow birthmark behind your right ear along the way.

Meeting each other is like a bowl of thick soybean milk and a steaming leek box.

Under the seemingly ordinary appearance, there is a hot and warm heart hidden.

Know each other well

When the plane landed at Baiyun Airport, the screen lit up:

It's broken. It's really broken.

Miss He carefully recalled the leek box for breakfast, the bucket of popcorn in the popcorn, the neat pork belly on the table in the Spring Garden, the string of hands in Yilin Town, and the crystal grapes in Mr. Li's hand at the airport. Everything is fine, but what's wrong?

The screen is flashing:

I found that I like you.

So miss he's face suddenly turned into a ripe apple, and she clenched her hands at a loss: well, we are together.

So after we first met, we were together.

There are letters from afar, holiday gifts, constant surprises, and the sweetness of being alone without being together.

Every day, Mr. Li sends a photo.

From smiles and grimaces to coldness and quarrels,

From exposing the face and neck to exposing the chest and stomach.

The rest can only be limited by the brain.

When Miss He was confused about whether to add soy sauce to a bowl of rice rolls in the humid Guangzhou morning,

On a hot evening in Changchun, Mr. Li was so happy that he had five kidneys and ten tendons.

After one side, thousands of miles apart, it turns every different dish in the north and south into the same sweetness.

Know each other like rice rolls, very tacit understanding,

Soft and sweet with spicy and salty, I miss you together.

Love each other

Rare eleven, the two nervously imagined countless scenes of meeting for the second time.

Finally, when Miss He handed pure water at Pudong Airport, Mr. Li held out his hand and said the first sentence with a smile:

Hello, He Laoshi.

Hello, Li … ..

Before the words were uttered, Miss He lifted her feet off the ground, gave her a heavy hug and spun around.

The second sentence: I miss you so much.

Fortunately, I smiled sweetly. Fortunately, I instantly fell in love with the delicious smell in your shoulder socket.

Just two bottles of pure water. Drinking it turned out to be sweet, affectionate and full of water.

Search the streets and alleys for the yellow croaker noodles I have long liked.

A bowl of thick soup with a few slices of yellow croaker, the noodles are strong and the soup head is delicious and invincible.

Lan Xin is waiting to open in a remote street at night.

A dish of tender braised pork topped with five pieces, and the air was filled with the aroma of salted duck.

I touched my round belly and stared at Mr. Li's watery eyes. This man is really like the father of my future child.

In the afternoon, we stood by the bridge in Xitang and ate stinky tofu. The slightly sweet stinky tofu is covered with meaty noodles, and the scenic spot occasionally has a taste surprise.

The wind in Xitang is slightly noisy, and night falls.

A song in the bar, a paddle on the boat, quietly walked back for a while, rippling like two people.

On TV, Liang Bo is battling for the championship. Gu Lou night time flies by. The ancient town outside the window is like a picture scroll, with sweetness, sadness, laughter, anxiety, insects and cold nights.

This busy journey has never had the right time and angle and a long-lasting heart like The Beautiful Moon and the Man Show.

Soft moonlight spilled into the window and landed on the edge of the bed. The moonlight was just right, gently leaning on the edge of the bed, staring at Mr. Bai Lianhua, who was flushed and embarrassed, and Miss He thought:

How pleasant it would be to do something bad in this blushing moonlight.

Otherwise, it would be a pity to waste the moonlight and scenes in vain.

If there is a song circulating under this charming light, I hope it is "Everything grows":

I'll eat you, along with all your teeth and memories, just like a cloud.

Eat you thick, urgent and hard ...

Secretly tell you, there is Mary Ozawa left by the former tenant in the computer of the inn rented by Xitang. I didn't tell anyone, so I quietly clicked off. Shh, it's my little secret.

I don't remember the taste of fermented meatballs, but later I only remember mung bean paste and tea-flavored chicken. The night in Hangzhou is surprisingly quiet. Mr. Li wears slippers in the middle of the night to look for supper, and instead bites instead of frying.

The surging hunger should be because eating with the person you like is a kind of companionship and enjoyment, so you can't restrain it.

When the green tea is found, the dusk will sink, and there are guests in twos and threes outside the door, drinking lemonade leisurely and shaking their legs and waiting for seats. The river outside the restaurant is reeds, and the warm lights are swaying.

The grass is bearing seeds, the wind is shaking the leaves, and we eat together without talking, which is beautiful.

I know the taste of mung bean paste, and most importantly, I know your taste.

Love, like the temptation of bread,

Soft and fragrant honey toast falls in love with creamy and sweet condensed milk ice cream, and it's a long time since we met.

be together

It's been a long time since Hangzhou.

By chance, I learned that I would have a chance to return to Shenyang. At first, Miss He was full of hesitation and uncertainty. Work made her struggle repeatedly. Should she go or not?

After a week of silence, Mr. Li suddenly sent a message:

I have found a good job and rented a house in Shenyang. Now here, the tree is here, the wind is here, the earth is here, the years are here and I am here. How can you create a better world? Are you coming?

Mr. Li, who has never left Jilin Province, came to this completely strange city alone, only why Miss Li may have the opportunity to return to Shenyang in the north from Guangzhou in the south.

You gave up a city for me, so I should wish you an afterlife.

Come, want to come, so at Taoxian Airport, Mr. Li wrapped Miss He in cotton shoes and coat, and it was the same sentence:

Hello, He Laoshi.

Or a bed in Zhang Mingliang, or two close people, but no longer two distant cities.

I was blocked by heavy snow on my way home, so Changchun is definitely not going to make it. When it was trapped in Siping, the delicious chunks of meat and milk boxes at midnight made us make an important decision.

So after the third meeting, we met each other's parents.

Once in love, twice together, three times in life.

You should be a dream and I should be a gust of wind.

Together, it's like a big meat and milk box in Siping Geological Street.

There are intoxicating foods that others don't know and only show off in their own cities.

Accompany each other

One room, two people, three meals, four seasons

The vicious queen and the fat prince began to be shameless and shameless.

Eat three meals a day and one meal at night. You look better than fireworks. This is what I want.

In those many years, I kept my surging desire, my youth and frivolous, put aside my affectation and sadness, and finally waited for you, my exclusive smelly rascal and infatuated little pervert, and then together, we can be together well.

I don't care that you suddenly gained 30 pounds, and you don't care about my little eyes that remove makeup.

I fell in love with your chubby little belly, and you fell in love with my unruly little smelly temper.

Whether you are fresh meat, bacon or fat.

Whether I am a goddess, a woman or an idiot.

We, three meals a day, have plenty of time.

I did to you what I did to the cherry tree in spring.

At the moment, the moonlight is swaying and the evening wind is bright, which is a good time to do bad things.

What happened between you and me didn't last long.

And the children among them are not suitable.

Sure, write it on June 1 day.

0601-written on the eve of the upcoming fifth year of getting fat together.