This tomato beef noodles -- it's just a taste, it's really impossible to find a tomato, it's really impossible to find a beef, and I couldn't even find one of the cooking classes, and I picked another. You can try, occasionally, unexpectedly, for a little while, to feel the alternative. I can't believe who's in my house who's been brushing his teeth and who's suddenly going to eat the ketchup noodles at night, then brushing his teeth. I had to take a bite or a bite of soup, and I said I brushed my teeth and he made me smell his tomato beef. I'm so mad at myself right now. This isn't the nice side of the saloons in the late-night dining hall for the three sisters, nor is it like the perfect version of the salsa of your town of Ri Jin City, which is the "silent ketchup noodles" with no beef and no tomatoes. The next picture is of a 17-year-old son, who last made a Tai Chi cake to cheer me up for a good meal, and I was feeling a little too fast. Six years ago, my son opened a food account for me, when he took pictures of me, uploaded them, and then looked at the picture and the text, and when he was 11 years old, he had read the golden 36 martial arts novels, and my memory was a little broken. In fact, I'm grateful for a platform like this, where I record the drops of life, and look back at it, full of happy memories, as if every dish had its story. I'll upload the tomato bubbly noodles to you when you're 17 years old。
