Village Life Iran: Harvesting Fresh Mulberry | Easy & Rustic Cooking

I'm going to be in the water for a while. I'm going to go out and get some fresh water. I'm going to get some fresh water. The water is so clear that I'm going to get some fresh water. The dog is so calm that it's like it's still sleeping. The sound that seems to tickle the heart of a person and say wake up, life is waiting for you, come with me, come with me Mina, to turn an ordinary day into a magical one. I am fine. How are you? I am fine. Today I want to share my moments with you. I am going to make a mulberry sweet. The mulberry trees here, like kind old men, have a shade and a shade, and the mulberries that look like smiles are sweet. In this season, the people of the village make mulberry sweet, and I want to make mulberry sweet next to it. A simple combination, but rich in life and strength. It does not spoil, nor does it make you sad. It is always warm, it is always more beautiful, just like love. Sweet. Very sweet. In the garden, the sun passes through the leaves of the leaves. A fine stream passes through the leaves of the leaves, and the sound of the laughter of me and the people of the city is mixed with the sound of the running water. What a simple life, and how valuable it is, as if God writes a new poem for us every day, and we just have to be able to listen to it. Water. The weight of each kilo of sesame is half a liter of oil. Let's go to the milk. Let's clean it. It becomes weak, because it has to be washed more often. No, it becomes water every day. I can't do it every day. Let's clean it. Here you are. Thank you. It is very sweet. It hurts my hand when I clean it. Drink it. Thank you.