Lyrics of Feng Timo's "a man who knows food is a hero"

Lettuce meditates at dusk

Braised pork in brown sauce crying for sugar

This is the home of cauliflower

The tomatoes are still in the sun

Octopus in the night

Jiwei shrimp stubbornly loves the ocean

Who hand in hand becomes spicy hot

The rice comes from the threshing ground

Bamboo shoots sleep in the autumn soil

Hairy crabs blush at the hot spring

Rice wine is about gain and loss

Pretending to be sweet scented osmanthus in September

The dolls spread out their palms

There are marshmallows flying in the clear sky

Dried fish lying on the terrace watching the setting sun

I miss riding the wind and waves

The cabbage rolled up their hearts

There is fresh orange juice flowing in the white fog

Hot pot

Is it the sheep after insomnia

Pepper in the hot sun

Eggplant is so fat

Luffa swings back and forth on the swing

Fried dough sticks also like sweet soybean milk

Fresh clothes for vegetables after frost

The early persimmon is always green

The Lantern Festival is still noisy after the water comes out

Cook steamed stuffed buns

Sour plum hiding in the sound of cicada

The dream of stinky tofu has crossed the streets

Lotus root tears heart and tears lung

Embrace the dead mushroom sauce

The dolls spread out their palms

There are marshmallows flying in the clear sky

Dried fish lying on the terrace watching the setting sun

I miss riding the wind and waves

The cabbage rolled up their hearts

There is fresh orange juice flowing in the white fog

Hot pot

Is it the sheep after insomnia

I grew up with a big dream

Do you get fat after eating this song

The dolls spread out their palms

There are marshmallows flying in the clear sky

Fish on the terrace

I miss riding the wind and waves

The cabbage rolled up their hearts

There is fresh orange juice flowing in the white fog

Hot pot

Is it the sheep after insomnia

Taste all kinds of sweet and sour

Chicken, duck, fish and meat are fine