Handmade red beans

Recently, it has been a long time since I've had to rub my face with my hands. Actually, he doesn't know the fun! Enjoying the fragrance of the noodles in your hand from rough to thin and smooth, and enjoying the fragrance of the stench of wheat that comes out of the rubbing. Perhaps there are things that, when it reaches a certain level, form a backsliding or a return; I like to paraphrase this behaviour as a backsliding, re-analyzing and absorbing what was not digested. You said you'd do it with your hands at the earliest; you'd do it with a bakery to free your hands; and finally, you'd buy a chef's machine specially for the purpose of rubbing your face! But in the end, it's still stubborn enough to think that the pasta is more delicious! Is that the kind of fanaticism and obsession that everybody has?