I'll make some bouquet noodles

I remember going to school in the north, as a regular student, living at a rate of 1,500 a month, living at a higher standard in Beijing, and as a girl, I have little control over spending, and I'm about to start a diet at the end of the month. At the time, a fat sister-in-law at the entrance to the school sold the henan noodles for eight dollars, worth a lot of money. First, the four beans and five flowers were cooked with garlic mud, some salt and some water were put on the surface of the water once, and in seven or eight minutes it was ready, and once the pot was ploughed, she took it back to the roommate's dorm. Today, after working, it is often recalled that the living standards of the dormitories were not as good as they were, but the four or five girls who were eating eight-dollar noodles while dreaming of their jobs, were only of dreamable age. After graduation, they traveled to the North and the South and only made a face when they missed it。