バナ@39
Reclaiming GW's sabotage.
It's been a day in the middle since the shocking reversal of drinking at my parents' house.
My stomach had been attacked and I was not accepting food.
It might be the first time to lose weight after coming to my parents' house.
When I finally got a little better, there was a rush of foodstuffs like a raging storm.
It was a heavy rock blast for someone who had been living on widders until yesterday.
There are no vacations at my parents' house.
Even the kids don't wait for me.
They've come a long way, and it's a rare long holiday weekend, so they're going to go all out, full force.
They've had their fill of life and are full of dreams.
As usual, I eat curry in the kitchen of my parents' house, which has been turned into a standing bar.
Turmeric helps digest alcohol, and spices increase appetite. But that only applies when your stomach is in a slump.
It does not apply to a gastrointestinal tract destroyed by alcohol.
With the children finally asleep, I open a bottle of sake.
There are two bottles of sake in the picture, but I only opened the Machida brewery.
It's very Machida.
It's a fruity sake with a nice, sharp taste.
Only the positive aspects of youth have been extracted.
The richness of the flavor, which is reminiscent of Omachi, also adds to the flavor.
It is consistently delicious.
Even a broken stomach can come up with a positive impression.
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