Mariko

Chongqing's friends may be aware of the food documentary "China on the tip of the tongue". But I'm not. I knew it when he was working. Every day's breakfast dad calls me, mostly on the way to the noodles or on the noodle stand. Because there's one at his company. His breakfast was over there. I've always asked him to change his breakfast because he knew it was heavy and he thought it wasn't good for breakfast. It's the one who doesn't know that one side of the land is a good meal. No one on the ground does not love that little face. This friend should have seen it in the food documentary. Then Nioba ended the company and went back to me and the kids, and now we work together every day for a better tomorrow. I used to have only one baby, and now we have another baby. Life is getting better and the day is getting hotter, and it's getting closer to my house, about half a month later, and it's sure to have a little bit of a coastal version. There are times, of course, when you buy Zhongqing noodles and then you adjust it. It's like breakfast today. His father wasn't too hungry these days, so I decided to give him an appetizer breakfast. To bring the smell closer to the local version of Chongqing, I used the Zhongqing mix of the home net to make a Zhongqing noodles for the baby's dad, but the kids couldn't eat the spicy ones, so I cooked the inkfish-ball sushi bottoms. Put on this seductive face. I wish you all a day of red fire。