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A few days ago, I read an article, the author wrote how to love to eat noodles, but also illustrated and listed a variety of pasta in various places, with a variety of flowers and colors. Looking at those mouth-watering pictures, I can't help but think of the "eggplant" made with a dozen chickens in "Dream of the Red Chamber", I don't know how much flavor of noodles is left behind that gorgeous and exquisite background?

The so-called big coincidence, heavy sword without blade, the realm of true perfection and perfection should be the return to the truth after abandoning all the cumbersomeness.

In the martial arts of "eating noodles", I thought that the martial arts had been perfected. For decades, I have not only been consistent in my passion for eating noodles, but also have a complex and simple "move" for eating noodles, so that all things can enter the noodles and all sides can be entered.

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When my grandmother was alive, every time she saw me eating noodles, she would say, "Qing has loved to eat noodles since I was a child." ”

According to my grandmother's countless recounting, I made up such a picture in my brain: every morning, my grandmother hugged me and stepped on the meal to appear on time at the "abducted grandmother" home less than 100 meters away from my grandmother's house. When she saw us coming, she did not speak, but turned her head and took a bowl and handed it to her with half a bowl of hot noodles. Without politeness and greetings, My grandmother dragged a small stool and sat down, or sat directly on the edge of the kang and began to feed me noodles.

In fact, in my real memory, the abductor was a very fierce person. Grandma was a foreigner, with one leg on her, and she spoke very awkwardly, and I basically couldn't understand it. Her hair was very curly and curly, her eyes were large, and she had a black mole the size of a green bean on her face, the exact location of which I could not remember, maybe on the cheekbones, or maybe at the corners of the mouth. She often stood in the courtyard and cursed in her words that no one understood. Because there are always some naughty children, bullying her legs and feet, stealing melons and dates planted in her yard. Many years later, when I studied Du Fu's "Song of the Hut Broken by the Autumn Wind", the image of the elderly Du Fu and the image of the abducted grandmother suddenly coincided.

I don't know how long grandma carried me to my grandmother's house to eat noodles, but grandma just said, "One day after you finished eating noodles, I wiped your mouth with her towel, you wiped your mouth with your hands, and never ate her noodles again!" ”

Grandma couldn't help but laugh every time she said this, and I laughed with her. However, whether it was the smell of noodles or the smell of towels, I don't remember any of them.

As I get older, I spend more time away from home. But every time I came home, my grandmother always came to my house early to wait for me. In the spring and summer, she sat at the gate and waited, and in the autumn and winter, she sat on the kang in the house, leaning against the wall, listening to the ground and waiting.

Every time I go home the night before, I always get excited and can't sleep, and wake up early to clean up. But I usually don't eat and keep my stomach to eat at home. The three-hour journey was jammed with anticipation.

When I got home, my mother brought a bowl of hot noodle soup full of aroma. Grandma looked at me with joy and began to say, "Qing has loved to eat noodles since she was a child!" ......”

Grandma's words were like secret spices, sprinkled into my noodles, sweet and silky, soft and smooth, making me feel extremely comfortable and ironed.

Grandma talked about it until she was eighty-eight years old.

On the day grandma was buried, the fields were silver and white, and the thick snow that had not been encountered for decades left a messy rut, footprints, and intermittent cries.

Grandma's life is too hard, let her cover herself with thick snow and sleep well! I believe that Grandma must have had a dream, dreaming of me eating noodles, and then laughing and moaning again about the past.

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Whenever I PK with my noodle-loving opponents, my killer skill, "Dumpling Side Noodles", always has the ability to turn the tide and let them run away.

When I was a child, the family made dumplings, and the general division of labor was: my mother rolled the skin, my father made dumplings, and I burned the fire. Dad's dumplings are squeezed dumplings, put a lot of stuffing on the dough, the thumbs and index fingers of both hands pinch the edges, and the head squeeze is a dumpling, not only fast, but also the dumpling skin of the package is thin and filling, delicious and juicy.

However, at that time, I just didn't like dumplings with big fillings, and what was even more perverted was that I liked to eat dumplings. A side of the noodles, with a little bit of saltiness of the filling, which is delicious for me.

Dad tried to convince me more than once: "Eat dumplings, eat the stuffing!" There is meat and vegetables in this stuffing, how fragrant! Eat dumplings instead of filling, it is better to eat noodles! ”

After saying "I don't like to eat", I don't speak again. Dad reluctantly persuaded me to bite off the dumpling belly one by one, so I had a bowl of "dumpling noodles" that was unique in the world.

After many years, my taste of eating dumplings has become normal, and I have even begun to fall in love with dumplings with thin skin and large fillings. Sometimes, I subconsciously bite off the belly of the dumpling, leaving only a crescent-like dumpling edge, and then with a smile on the corner of my mouth, I slowly eat the dumpling edge.

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My niece is a genuine foodie who has always been at the forefront of foodies. From time to time, she would take us out to meet and have a meal. Every time I go out to eat, whether it is a small restaurant or a large restaurant, whether it is Chinese food or Western food, no matter how long I hesitate, I will finally order a bowl of noodles.

In the beginning, she would say to me in an almost pitiful tone, "Shall we go home and eat noodles again?" Come out and eat something fresh that you don't normally eat! I think she has some truth in what she said, but after a few compromises, it is permanently firm: my only constant favorite is the noodles, only the noodles!

Later, as long as I went out to eat, she didn't ask me at all, just order me a noodle. Of course, while I was happy, I also had to accept a disgusted white eye from my foodie niece!

In fact, for me, I really think that a steak for a few hundred dollars is no better than a noodle for a few dollars! The happiness brought to me by a bowl of noodles is irreplaceable by any mountain treasure and sea flavor.

I am thankful that there are some things in my life that have never changed, that they have accompanied me affectionately, and that I have loved them dearly.

If you love, you must love deeply! Because only after deep love can you know what love is!