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Garlic


"啪", the garlic cloves were flattened, I put it into the garlic, and picked up the tweezers and rhythmically picked up the new notes for my mother's "kitchen symphony." Don't look at me so easily now, I thought that when I first did this job, it really cost me a lot.

It was a bright sun at noon. I walked into the steaming kitchen and saw that my mother was preparing to pick up the garlic. I couldn’t help but come to the fun: "Let me come!" I grabbed the vertebra in my mother's hand and confidently faced the porcelain bowl. The garlic cloves in it smashed. Huh? How could the garlic cloves be so disobedient, they smashed from the bottom of the bowl, and several of them jumped onto the countertop, as if laughing at my poor performance. I couldn't help but start my fire. I aimed at one of the garlic cloves and slammed it down. I heard a bang, the garlic cloves were not broken, and the bowl was turned over.

do not care! I picked the garlic cloves one by one into the bowl and slammed the table tennis table tennis. Suddenly, a garlic cloves went straight to my face and flew over, a small sample, I blocked! I just wiped my face and it was broken! The eyes are burning and the tears can't stop flowing down. After eating such a big loss, the garlic cloves are still as old as one, and one is not broken.

Nothing, I had to ask my mother. The original "trick" is to flatten the garlic cloves and then lick. I suddenly realized that I quickly put the garlic cloves on the chopping board and took a few shots with the side of the kitchen knife. Then I put the flat garlic cloves into the porcelain bowl and picked them up. Haha! Without much effort, after a few times, the garlic cloves smashed the bones.

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