As a child, when my mother used to bake bread and put it on the stove behind the stove, red grains would appear on the black part under the stove due to the heat, which would move forward in a row.
They used to burn the lime on it and make it white shiny ...
The ones we used to watch very carefully, most of the time the children would stop eating bread and watch them ... We call it the jingle of stars (rain of stars).
He was also far away. All the siblings would sit around the stove. The mother would bake bread.
Today's Mummy Daddy kids don't know what it was like then. Now most of the kids don't even eat until there is a table in front of them. Or passed away before that. They will remember these things very well.
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