I don't know if you have ever drunk it, but since I married my husband, this soup has become a must-have soup for our breakfast.
Every morning, drink a bowl of noodle soup and feel comfortable all day long.
The protagonist of the noodle soup is the noodle soup, otherwise it is not called the noodle soup. When I first saw it, I thought it was noodles, and my family said that it was not noodles but noodles, and the shape was almost the same as lasagna, slightly thicker than lasagna.
It was this bowl of noodle soup that was so ordinary that it nourished the stomachs of our whole family, especially since I had often had a bad stomach before, and now I have been unharmed for several years. Because when the stomach was uncomfortable before, I didn't want to eat anything, and it was enough to come to a bowl of noodle soup. In this way, the noodle soup has become my stomach nourishing artifact.
This morning, when I opened the box and looked at it, the noodles were almost gone, and I thought of calling my mother-in-law for the first time. Because in the past, every time there was still a little bit of noodles left at home, I called my mother-in-law: "Mom, the noodles are almost gone." "Okay, I'll prepare it for you in advance." The mother-in-law came back on the other end of the phone. Within a few days, the new noodles arrived at home.
And today when I subconsciously picked up my phone to call my mother-in-law, I froze because I realized that I could no longer hear the voice on the other end of the phone, and no one would prepare noodles for us anymore. Because my mother-in-law left us forever.
I couldn't help but cry, so that I missed my mother-in-law, and I missed every time I came home, my mother-in-law always smiled so kindly and asked: Let's drink noodle soup today, right? "Medium, Mom". Every time I responded to my mother-in-law like this, we were so happy with each other.
Nostalgic for every time I came back from my hometown, my mother prepared a box full of noodles in advance and placed them in a conspicuous place at home, lest we forget and let us take them back to Zhengzhou.
And now the noodles at home are still prepared for us before my mother-in-law left us, when her illness was not very severe. Didn't think it was the last box of dough she had prepared for us.
Although it is a box of ordinary noodles, it carries the simple love of our mother-in-law for us!
