Fried noodles

It's a good meal with beautiful memories of childhood, and that's what you think of when you see a girl standing behind a little stool, and when you think about when your mother's cooking noodles, you look at yourself as if I'm standing on a stool again and then you find something that's just as good as a stool when you meet again, and you don't use the easy tools of microwaves, and you just want to return the smell of your mother's year to the greatest extent you've ever tasted, although it's a bit tedious, but it's just as slow to watch the sunset fall, light light is on it, and I look out of my daughter's eye, looking for the little one who's been looking for a few years ago... with a spoonful of red sugar, cold water running open, a kettle of boiling water, and the spoons in your hand, and the smell of it's already wide, and it's so slow that it's a bit of red beans in the morning, on the basis of mom's practice, and it's a little of course