My parents died in a car accident, and I lost contact with my younger brother completely. In the mourning hall, my sister-in-law asked me tremblingly: Sister, netizens said there was something wrong with the stuffing of the buns... Will the police come to investigate? I lowered my head and chopped the meat on the chopping board, and smiled: Don't be afraid, they are all made according to the recipe that my parents loved most when they were alive. ——Only this time, I deliberately added a little more... The flavor of their most beloved son.
