Noodles are the traditional pasta of Henan, and when I was a kid, I loved my mother's noodles. They had all kinds of vegetables that I liked, they tasted so good, they smelled so big, they smelled so good! At that time, they were home in the countryside, where their families were made of wood-fired noodles, especially when they made a big pot of pasta during the agricultural season, and the main food and vegetables were made. The smell that floats out of the big iron pot. It's a bowl full of vegetables, and it tastes good, except for the meat in that bowl, where it's not eaten, where it's left behind, and where it's taken down and down and down, and chews the meat with its cheeks. It's called satisfaction. Now it's interesting to remember the smell of the memories, the smell of home
