The fish are different

Everyone's happy with the fish feast

The ancients smell of clouds and fish, and they smell of fragrance。

Fish is soft, fish skin is fragrance

And the trick of revealing is due to the thick sauce

It's hot, it's delicious, it's complicated enough for dinner

The color of gold and butter, the smell of spicy smell and the tenderness of the skin

It's full of food

# the heat of the soul never stops, life tastes #

Let the craftsman be in the mood for every fish roast

I don't know

A man can be free to roast

With 200 degrees of enthusiasm and fresh air, the lips moved

A hot roasted fish meal makes you want to stop。