Confessions in different regions

I want to put you in Anhui style, because I am a romantic Anhui person.

I want to stew you with old hen soup, because I am a romantic Hefei person.

I want to stew you in rotten fish, because I am a romantic Huang Shanren.

I want to write you into Huangmei Opera, because I am a romantic Anqing person.

I'm going to put you in the tenderloin of sesame seed cake, because I'm a romantic Bengbu person.

I want to pour you into beef soup, because I am a romantic Huainan person.

I want to mix you in the dregs, because I am a romantic Beijinger.

I want to roll you in the pancake fruit, because I am a romantic Tianjin person.

I want to wrap you up, because I am a romantic Guizhou person.

I want to soak you in the rolled dough, because I am a romantic Suqian.

I want to cook you in the batter, because I am a romantic Quanzhou person.

I will cook you in crock soup, because I am a romantic Jiangxi person.

I want to throw you into the West Lake, because I am a romantic Zhejiang person.

I want to stew you in a wok, because I am a romantic northeast person.

I want to string you on an iron sign, because I am a romantic Xinjiang person.

I want to blow you up with a red umbrella, because I am a romantic Yunnan person.

I want to put you in the cake, because I am a romantic Taizhou person.

I want to throw you into the chicken coconut, because I am a romantic Hainanese.

I want to mix you with handmade noodles, because I am a romantic Shaanxi person.

I will put you in the pickle jar, because I am a romantic Sichuanese.

I want to scald you in a hot pot, because I am a romantic Chongqing person.

I want to screw you into a beer bottle, because I am a romantic Qingdao person.