This is near the French Alps. Since the last time that farm elder brother Gerhardt took me to sweep this area, I have been obsessed with the trash cans in this area. In this area, we can see many wooden boxes, and things from several supermarkets are thrown together, usually in a unified bag, which can't be eaten if it feels rubbed.

Next, I went to the second supermarket. There was a lot of sofa curtain cloth in the big trash can at the door, and there was a small trash can in front of it. The lid of the trash can was rotten. There were many good things in this small trash can, which made a fortune, a lot of ingredients, chicken, crepes and pizza that had just expired. In fact, this pizza that had just expired was not expired in France, because they all wrote the taste date, so we had all the food for the next week and went home to cook it.