As a ramen eater, once every morning a bowl of noodles and an egg and a glass of milk were more than satisfying, especially when it was my heart. It's so thick on the face, it's addictive, and it's called the sound of the wind, and it doesn't matter. The sauce is used differently, but the material is heavy, so it is difficult to find bad food either in the north or in the north, in the old store, in the roadside or in the house. Most importantly, making a fried sauce can last half a month, which is one of the reasons I love fried noodles. This time it's soy sauce, it's convenient, but it's not ambiguous。