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My mother made fish soup for lunch, and I watched her satisfied expression after singing about the fish soup. . . It's like taking a bite of Tang Monk's meat. I looked at the fish soup in the pot and said to my mother: "Don't criticize me for serving fish soup. I only eat fish and never drink fish soup." My mother looked at me and continued to play with the fish soup in the pot. "This fish soup is not an ordinary fish soup. It is cool and relieves the heat in summer." Because the calendar showed yesterday that it was autumn, she felt wrong and changed her words randomly. "Of course, drinking it in autumn will also cool and relieve the heat." I pouted and said, "They are not all the same fish." "Of course they are different. People are different." "Mermaid" my mother solemnly explained to me upon hearing this, "This fish is cheaper than the fish at the bottom of the sea, but more expensive than the fish in the river." . . ? ? Could it be that Amitabha, a fish that lives on land, is really guilty! This rare land fish became my mother's meal.
Message from the author----Are you ready to listen to the story of me and my Qinqin family? Although the writing is not good, it is the most authentic and direct story recorded, and it is also my favorite story. (Ma Ruiran)