The lyrics of ediq

You go through the world,

You can see your way,

Because the world is under your feet.

I haven't been around the world,

Because I still have that kitchen knife in my hand.

The heart is still in the esophagus,

Turning vegetables into dishes,

That's true.

Who hasn't drunk the white jade milk tea,

Longjing Dictyophora is good when it's full. Remember to cook round fish with golden legs,

Don't put pepper in the scallops, and roast the pheasant in the oven over a loose fire.

Yipinshangshu said that the fish fillets with milk taste good,

Even the silver beard tasted it.

Fried and burnt, cake made of jujube mud

This time I was cooking Luoyang cuisine.

Magnolia is generous,

The fragrance of tea,

A sip of it will make the poem old.

Sweet scented osmanthus fish sticks, stinging knife,

This dish needs more processing.

Wangchuan Xiaoxiang has fragrant scenery,

Song wusao's fish soup with two spoonfuls of salt.

Sigh, the gratitude and resentment in the world can't be broken,

The rise and fall of life, love a cruel knife,

In fact, everything is as light as a dish,

Shenqi Baifeng, I cook slowly.

Tianxiang abalone sauce has been prepared for a long time,

Stewed fish lips in a pot is the most fragrant,

I forgot a few words in Suiyuan Shidan,

New words of wind and rain Fu in the drunken world.

Fried and burnt, cake made of jujube mud

This time I was cooking Luoyang cuisine.

The magnolia is generous and fragrant,

A sip of it will make the poem old.

Sweet scented osmanthus fish sticks, stinging knife,

This dish needs more processing.

Wangchuan Xiaoxiang has fragrant scenery,

Song wusao's fish soup with two spoonfuls of fine salt,

The way of eating, the wonderful taste,

You can taste it if you break up.

(standing on the top of the Forbidden City,

A decisive battle,

Suddenly I remember a bowl of Yangchun noodles in a restaurant on the street,

How many joys and sorrows are made into a bowl,

Now I have a sword in my hand,

How many people in the world have not returned,

Life and death is a silver lining.

Skilful hand burning Yanyuan,

I put out my sword, and the sand boat stepped on the green eyebrow line,

Huazhan longan scraped his shoulder. Back to the horse,

Oolong spits out beads to attack the footwall,

It's hard to see the true end by stabbing the Dragon teeth.

The imperial kitchen raises smoke tonight,

It's roe deer ridge and pheasant slices,

You use a cashew platter,

It is filled with sweet scented osmanthus and ginger slices,

If you don't show your amazing cooking skills,

But I forgot the first official swallow.

There is a battle in the imperial city,

It's tonight. It's all about love, hatred and involvement

Fried and burnt, cake made of jujube mud

This time I was cooking Luoyang cuisine.

The magnolia is generous and fragrant,

A sip of it will make the poem old.

Sweet scented osmanthus fish sticks, stinging knife,

This dish needs more processing.

Wangchuan Xiaoxiang has fragrant scenery,

Fish soup with two spoons of salt

Sigh, the gratitude and resentment in the world can't be broken,

The rise and fall of life, love a cruel knife,

In fact, everything is as light as a dish,

Shenqi Baifeng, I cook slowly.

Sigh, the gratitude and resentment in the world can't be broken,

The rise and fall of life, love a cruel knife,

In fact, everything is as light as a dish,

Shenqi Baifeng, I cook slowly.

Slowly, you can taste it.