Today the cold wind in the countryside is whistling, and the countryside without heating can only feel warm by the fire. Ever since I put a crock pot of tons of meat on a wood stove and found it too delicious the next day, it has been all day

Today the cold wind in the countryside is whistling, and the countryside without heating can only feel warm by the fire.

Ever since I put a crock pot of tons of meat on a wood stove, the next day I found it too delicious, and I spent all day thinking about what I would do next time, so I could use the wood stove again.

Tonight I decided to make a borscht, which my mother used to make when I was a child, and I especially liked it.

At that time, I did not understand the meaning of borscht, but later I learned that this was the delicacy brought by the Russians when they fled to Shanghai during the October Revolution, and borscht was actually translated.

To make this soup needs to add a lot of vegetables, today in the preparation, when cutting vegetables, suddenly tears fell, the original memory of this soup, not only delicious, but also at the time in the mother's side to help cut vegetables, sort out the happiness of the dish.

Put the soup in the pot, add the water and put it on the stove, and I will go and insert the flowers.

Tonight is not only accompanied by beautiful flowers, but also a warm bowl of soup!