The oil

It's called dead pasta in our home, it's simple, fast and hungry, it's in my memory one of the pasta that moms used to make when they were little, it doesn't have to wait long, it's about 10 minutes of right-left kung fu with water and grouping and cake branding. They're better served by their families. In this season of gratitude, I've often been thinking about doing something home-grown, which is the thought of home-town and the gratitude of mom, and it's important that mom feel her existence. Living conditions are better, food is rich, and many things are strange to my mother, sometimes she asks me what I've never seen before, sometimes without making a sound, and when I've done it, she eats it a little bit, but when I do what I eat all the hours, she always does it with enthusiasm, sometimes she helps me with it, the guidance doesn't do it well, sometimes I say it in a hurry, sometimes I ask her to do it, exaggerate or do it well, and the mother is always happy and she's always happy and she's doing it with me, and it doesn't do it with a little more oil. I always think it seems like a lot of pastry pastry, and it's like a lot of pastry. It'll be easier to do anything else。