A long time ago (not really that long, just when I wanted to tell a story, I remembered an MTV with "a long time ago"), there was a story about a dairy cow and natto.
The dairy cow, with its strength and charm, made the dough soft and smooth, taming almost the whole world. It leisurely chewed on grass in the pasture, while natto - its own shadow in the sun, recklessly galloped on hard ground, defeating the Australian wild rabbit, American cannon, and sometimes the Russian Tsar would cause trouble for him, but in his eyes, it was no different from an itch. His goal seemed to only be the ancestors of ancient legends.
But there was still one place in this world that didn't belong to him - the red clay court. A type of natto grew on the red clay court, with a familiar phrase in its mind. The vitality of natto was extremely strong, the stomach of the dairy cow couldn't digest it, and the hooves of the dairy cow couldn't crush it.
How could someone sleep soundly by my bed? Perhaps the dairy cow had studied the history of a certain Zhao family who bought Chenqiao pancakes (Huangqiao pancakes?), knowing that there shouldn't be such a state within a state. So he repeatedly led his troops to the red clay, to exterminate the natto.
That match was truly famous at the time, even the detestable little friend Henry came to watch with great urgency, and it seemed that a certain astrologer named Domenech also came.
The dairy cow, with the might of the grassland and hard ground, marched grandly towards the red clay. Natto (Dionigen?) lazily told the dairy cow (Alexander?): "Go away, don't block me from sunbathing." Naturally, the dairy cow became angry, took out its weapon, a bullet launcher? Natto also took out its weapon. Hmm, how come the weapons are the same?
The dairy cow fired dozens of bullets, ensuring the comprehensive regulation of all physiological functions. However, Natto dodged them all. Seizing the opportunity when the dairy cow's front left hoof was exposed, Natto only fired two bullets and pulled the dairy cow off its horse (does the dairy cow ride a horse?), 1-0, Natto took the lead. This made the empress (how does the dairy cow have an empress? Confusing, laughing preferences changed, everything's messed up) standing nearby so anxious that her black circles appeared.
In the second round, the dairy cow used its advantages of the front right hoof and ample ammunition, reclaiming one set.
The third round wasn't finished because it was already 11:30 pm (who knows what relation 11:30 has with the match). However, Natto had the advantage, and the dairy cow had started to feel powerless, its two back hooves clearly slowed down a lot. It seemed like taking the next set wouldn't be a problem.
Natto won the fourth set again, Natto machine, 3-1. Hehe, the battle is over!
Once again, the dairy cow lost to Natto on the red clay court, feeling quite unsatisfied. Natto machine, it should come again next year. But next is the grassland, it's estimated that the dairy cow will have to comfort its own belly well, as Natto is really hard to digest.