一杨梅把碗筷收拾好,搬了一张绿色的军用马扎,坐在窗户底下择韭菜。夏天的韭菜没啥味道,干巴巴的,缺汁少水,嚼干草一样。毕竟,再好的东西,一旦过了季节,就不再水灵了,有了岁月的味道。譬如自己的乳房,虽然现在样貌还很喜人,可蛋蛋再怎样也不可能咂出水来了。可是王大山却偏偏喜欢——杨梅的脸上忽然一阵发烧。杨梅啐道:要死了,说的是韭菜呢。又想起来之前,婆婆唠唠叨叨地嘱咐:闲了多给大山包几次饺子,啥馅的都好,最好是韭菜的,薄薄的皮儿,大大的馅儿,他稀罕……山里就是不一样,难怪他总是在电话里显摆。 A bayberry packed dishes, moved a green military Mazza, sitting under the window to choose leeks. Summer leek no taste, dry, lack of juice less water, like chewing hay. After all, no matter how good the thing is, once it has passed the season, it is no longer supercilious, and has the taste of years. For example, my own breasts, although the appearance is still very gratifying, but no matter how the egg can not come out. But Wang Dashan but chose - Yang Mei’s face suddenly burst of fever. Yang Mei 啐 Road: To die, say it leeks. Before she remembered it, my mother-in-law chanted me and asked me: I was busy giving dumplings several times to Dashanbao, what stuffing was good, and it was better for leeks, thin skin, big stuffing and he was rare ... The mountain is not the same, no wonder he always show off on the phone.