We've Been Wrong for 100 Years:Energy Isn't in Those Two'Bean-Shaped Bastards.#fyp#tiktokshop #tea

Have you noticed something strange in the office? The Asian girls eat rice every day. Rice with chicken, rice with vegetables, rice with what it is. I eat a super salad and at 3 pm I can't anymore. They keep working, laughing, with energy to go to the gym after the office. The same time, the same stress, the same shit. What face is going on? I call Laura. 43 years old. I remember counting on a boy's company. 18 years old in this. All my life eating what it takes. Salads with address, sandwiches, coffee, coffee and more coffee. At 3 pm my brain is full. I don't remember why I went to the kitchen. I put my head on, my skin looks like a cat's skin. I arrive home, my daughter speaks to me on her day. I'm sorry, but I don't listen to her. She doesn't tell me anything. My husband looks at me from the sofa. Are you there? Ask. I don't know what to answer. One day she comes to a new company at the office. China. They all call it the O-Chang. 58 years old. She has more energy than all of us. The same time, the same stress, the same shit. The day ends. I barely can live with her. She's in the station. She's talking on the phone. I'm laughing. One day I don't care. What do I do? San, what face are you taking? Do you have a secret or what? I looked at you. I didn't say anything at the moment. I just looked at my face. My coffee, my eyes. Then I walked to my car. I grabbed a old thermo. As I had survived thousands of battles. And I served myself a little in the stage. "Toma", I said. Then I told myself that now it's time. I looked at it. "Marron", "Olia a tierra", "Araíces". And something sweet that I couldn't identify. What is this? "Té de los cinco tesoros", I said. "Jinseng", "Goi", "Maca", "Datiles rojos", "Moras". My grandmother took this. My mother also took this from me. In China we take this from thousands of years ago. It's not coffee. It's not a waste of energy. It's food from truth. "Limpia", your problem is not work. It's that you take years running in empty, and you have no idea. The coffee is a waste of energy. It allows you to follow it, but it doesn't give you food. This is not a waste of energy. This is food. Put something back. Eat things processed every day. Address, sugar, flour. That's why you're dead at 3 pm. Your body doesn't have to work. We eat rice, simple, clean. And this helps clean what's left over. Do you buy a box at night? I left it in the kitchen 3 days. The fourth day, 3 pm. The bag. The empty box. I saw the box, to the ground. I made a cup. I took it. I knew it was going to land. Mother, something real. First week, nothing. I continued tired. But I noticed something. At 3 pm, I didn't look for that third coffee. Second week, driving home, I realized that I remembered the path. Each light, each curve. Third week, I arrived home, and my daughter was in the kitchen doing the task. I sat with her, not the phone. I just sat. I looked at her. "Mama, are you okay?" I said. "I'm good, honey." I said. And for the first time in years, she said it seriously. That night, my husband looked at me on the bed. What happened today? Question. Why? Because you arrived and did not forget about the day. That never happens. I didn't know what to say. Samsung took the week off. Before going, she gave me her extra box. "I still eat well," I said. Not only rice. This too for men and women. For everyone. I asked her, "Sang, why did you help me?" I looked at her. "That peaceful look that you know." Because someone helped me. I said, "Now you help each other." That's how it works. The thing is this. You can continue eating anything. Processing. Hurry. Basura that leaves you empty at 3 pm. You can continue reaching home without energy for your daughter. For your partner. For yourself. Or you can start eating as the people who take thousands of years doing this. Men, women. Likewise, the link is below. It's not magic. It's rice. This. It's food that puts something back. Jinseng, Goji, Maka, Datils, Rojos, Moras. Things that people have been feeding on. Men and women. From before any of us learned to run in empty. For the 3 pm that you don't want to feel. For the daughter who wants to tell you her day. For the man who asks you and asks if you're there. For you. For the woman who wants to be when she ends the day. You are the five treasures. It's not a secret. It's food. For men. For women. For everyone. For when you arrive at home, you arrive. Not a ghost.