It's a convenient pasta
By VicentaLakin
AS SOON AS YILI WAS 3 YEARS OLD, WHEN HE WAS EATING, IT WAS GRADUALLY UNCONTROLLABLE, AND AFTER HE HAD TAKEN HIM TO THE FIRST TWO VICTORS, HE FELL IN LOVE WITH PASTA, AND IT WAS SAID THAT ONCE HIS GRANDMOTHER TOOK HIM TO THE RICE LINE, HE WENT IN, AND HE ASKED, "DOES HE HAVE PASTA?" DID IT FEEL LIKE HE WAS GOING TO BE ROASTED AT 36 DEGREES ON WEEKENDS? IN FACT, I'M NOT MESSING WITH MY SON. I'M NOT MISSING ANYTHING。
Recipe Recommendations
- instant noodles 1 Pack
- onion half a
- tomatoes two
- Pleurotus eryngii a
- garlic two cloves
- ketchup appropriate amount
- peanut oil a little
- olive oil a little
- salt a little
Steps for It's a convenient pasta
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Noodle, meat, onions, tomatoes, a piece of apricot mushroom, garlic, ketchup, peanut oil, olive oil, salt, black pepper
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(b) Fake noodles into the boiler, boiled, leached, mixed with a little olive oil to prevent adhesive
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(a) Influencing salt in the meat, small amounts of black pepper powder, a small amount of wet starch, and extraction of the salt for backup; burning of the rinsed rind in the tomato open water; apricos, onions cuttin, garlic cutters
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... a small amount of peanut oil in the boiler, which will be added to the garlic and a little bit of paste, which will later be turned into meat and white, and which will continue to put peanut oil into the onion tatter until the scent is soft
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(b) The onion is softened and then put into tomato mushrooms; the fire is turned into soft; five spoons of ketchup are added to the fire; a few spoons of ketchup are channelled into salt; it continues to boil, until it is dried up in the sauce form; the meat is flattened together; and more black pepper powder is spilled (because the baby eats the black peppers, not too much is put on the peppers)
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It's on the plate. Put the sauce on. I've got pork chops at home, and I've got a plate, isn't itIt's a convenient pasta Make Tips
Sigh, making it myself really isn't better than just eating out. I originally thought it would save time, but I really underestimated the suffering of cooking in this scorching summer heat. My sweat was pouring down as I cooked, and my son kept coming to the kitchen door asking over and over, "Is it ready? Is it ready?" He really couldn't wait. As soon as I plated it and brought it out, my son pounced like a little hungry wolf, his fork flying as he shoveled the food into his mouth, which even shocked his grandma. She had been complaining lately that it was too hot and the child didn't have an appetite, but I never expected my creative "convenient-style" pasta to be so loved by him. As his mother, I feel that the sweat I shed in the kitchen on such a hot day was worth it. It's still more nutritious and reassuring to cook for him myself. I've secretly resolved to go buy some real pasta another day and make it for him.