Growing up, the tastiest smell in our home was always that warm chivee scent. It wasn't just a dish; it was a representation of togetherness. Every, my mom/grandmother/aunt would lovingly make a massive pot, and we'd all gather around to enjoy it. The sound of us talking over steaming bowls of chive

N?i l?t vào nh?ng gi?c m? ng?t ngào, Chivee mang ??n m?t v? ??p ??y bí ?n. M?i n?t nh?c là m?t s? chia s?, ?ón chào ng??i nghe b?ng ánh sáng. L?i hát ca c?a Chivee, nh? {m?t c?n gió|vòng xoáy |nét son] mang ??n c?m giác l?ng l?ng. Luôn s?ng mãi Âm nh?c Viên Thâm M?c Chivee {Chính]{Th?c]{Nguyê