The bride went to the kitchen, washed her hands and made her own soup. I don't know what my mother-in-law smells like. Let my sister-in-law taste it first.
Song title: Three-year-old man's "Echoes of Singing Crane": Author: Ma Yu Genre: Ci
Young prodigy, becoming a monk, listen to the teacher. Get up early in the morning and don't raise dust when sweeping the floor. Wash yourself, then brush the kettle and washbasin. In the kitchen, rice noodles with oil and salt cost half a cent. Guests must be received, walk slowly and speak in a low voice. Keep quiet and don't like floating glory. Sitting in the evening, my heart is clean and my eyes are full. Don't change, always have a bright future.