Pick up the noodles

Noodles, learned from two northwest friends. We've been friends every day since the baby was very young, we can't take the baby out in the rain, we can cook together, we can eat together, we can make noodles, we can cook together, we can cook together the most, we can cook together, we can cook from an early age, so every time we're together, the kids say, "Noodles" and eggs, green vegetables and, sometimes, beef. Friends say that in the north-west, almost all households do it, and sometimes their colleagues or relatives go out together to cook, and they start with a pot of lamb soup, and then all of them go around and talk to each other and pull out the face in and think about it. Though I have learned to do so, it is not as fast as a friend's, a face of the size of a fingernail, flying between her finger and her thumb, and falling into a hot pot like a snowflake, and I stop to watch, and it is a pleasure。