The pasta

The pasta

IT'S SUMMER AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE NOODLES. I THOUGHT I'D FINISH THE MOVIE THIS MORNING, BUT SOMEONE LOOKED AT THE REST OF THE MATERIAL THAT WAS MADE YESTERDAY AND LOOKED AT THE RECIPE ON THE INTERNET AND SAID, "WE'RE NOT EATING OUTSIDE. COME BACK AND MAKE THIS NOODLES! IT'S ALL READY ANYWAY." WELL, EVEN THOUGH IT'S SO HOT TO COME BACK FROM THE MOVIE, SOMEONE WATCHING TV IN THE AIR CONDITIONING ROOM AND I SWEATING IN THE KITCHEN WITH SHRIMP, IT'S A GOOD THING TO USE WHAT'S LEFT OF IT — SOMEONE OFTEN CRITICIZES ME FOR TURNING HOME INTO A WAREHOUSE. THE NOODLES WERE RICH IN COLOUR, LIGHT IN TASTE, FULL OF GRILLS, AND I ONLY ATE ABOUT A SIXTH OF THEM, AND THE REST WAS IN SOMEONE'S BELLY. AFTER EATING, HE LAYS DOWN SATISFIED AND SAYS, "GIRL, BOIL SOME WATER AND MAKE ME TEA." ALL RIGHT, OLD MAN. YOUR DIET. WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT IN THE NEXT LIFE。