Four hundred years ago, Jiang Yuan pulled Su Huaiyu to burp a pickled cabbage-flavored bun on the street corner.
Su Huaiyu: This younger brother is definitely good.
Four hundred years later, Su Huaiyu staggered around and got drunk in a bar.
Jiang Yuan: Let me introduce you. This is my handsome and charming brother Yushu Linfeng.
With the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty as the background and the pickled cabbage-flavored steamed buns as the starting point, the wheel of fate was opened vigorously.
Everyone is betting on their bright future, honor and wealth.
No one can leave the gambling table until the moment of death.
Don't come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.
There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can walk farther and still be alive
——Li Yu
Mix the knife and sugar half and half.