I didn't buy a pound of flour four years ago because I barely ate any pasta. And now there are four kinds of flour in the house: high-banded flour, bread flour, Chinese flour, low-banded flour. I loved it, and since my husband came to Suzhou day after day and cried that there was no rice powder, I had to try to make buns so he could turn the rice powder to pasta. A wrap-up, because the buns are so good and the husband is so good, my friends even encourage me to open a store and sell handmade buns. Now, I'm still trying to figure out that I'm making more and more fine pasta. I've never been to the northwest, but there's always something I want to do, especially pasta, so all kinds of pasta come to my table, like this mini-pot helmet。