That year, there was a full moon in the morning breeze on the bank of willows, a gentle breeze, ripples of rapeseed flowers in the fields, kapok in full bloom, beautiful scenery, and the sound of frogs. Under the moonlight, she murmured: "It smells so good..."
It's a pity that that year, she was a "white bread", white and fat, delicious but not photogenic...
Then, seventeen years passed, when she finally evolved into a baguette. Unfortunately, that person already has his own "cheesecake"...