Spaghetti that never dies.

One day in February, the community suddenly closed. Neighbors are busy hoarding supplies, and I am sitting on the kitchen floor, which can be said to be a panic, calling my mother on the other side of the city. I said, mom, we have a case here, and we may have to be isolated at home for a while.

Mom said it was just right while cooking. Enjoy your ten pounds of spaghetti while you are quarantined!

I don't know whether my mother's calmness is due to her full trust in my life ability or whether she is really tired of my spaghetti.

My mother hates spaghetti. It's been several years. Specifically, what she hates is not the spaghetti itself, but the 10 kilograms of spaghetti I left at home. In my mother's eyes, these spaghetti symbolize my stupidity, her credulity, my father's fanning the flames, and the intelligence of the family. And it never rots, never gives birth to insects, and stands in mom's locker like a heavy joke.

These pastas originated from a small mistake of mine. In the spring of 20 years, nothing was spent in our family. Everything seems to be getting better, but no one knows how long it will take. Our family stayed indoors and did nothing, so that the three of us lived in three time zones and did nothing but surf the Internet. We seem to have fled the desert in times of anxiety and fear. Although we don't worry about eating and drinking, we are three frightened birds in our hearts. This epidemic has made us the most evil believers in the world. So one day, I saw someone on the Internet predicting that there might be a food famine in summer. My first reaction was not to question the truth, but to be prepared. At the family meeting, my father and I, who were the least convinced, supported hoarding. After all, everything is accidental. Mother is worried that she can't eat the food, but it's a pity that it's broken. I said it doesn't matter. I did my research. Let's stock up on spaghetti It is storable and nutritious. Ten or eight years is not a problem. I'll cook it when I buy it. Mom reluctantly agreed to let me buy it, but I didn't expect to buy 20 Jin at once. It's not my fault. Spaghetti has so many shapes. If you buy two bags of this and two bags of that, there will be more than 20 bags before you know it. If Spongebob and Piggy Page-shaped noodles are not out of stock, I may have to buy more packets.

Spaghetti arrived in batches, and my mother's eyes gradually sharpened. Finally, she occupied the whole cabinet and squeezed out my father's tea. I felt that things were not good, so I began to learn to cook spaghetti at home and coax my parents to eat it. What tomato sauce noodles, green sauce noodles, Chunchuan chicken chops noodles, to be fair, not authentic but not bad. It is not difficult to cook noodles, but it is really difficult to coax parents into eating western food. As soon as I put the spaghetti on the table, my father started running. I jumped behind him and asked him if he would eat. His head tilted to one side: "I would rather die than surrender." Then ask my good mother how difficult it is for me to cook a big pot. Why doesn't my mother try it? I said my mother promised to taste it, and I asked if it was delicious. Mom said it was delicious. It's so delicious. Help yourself to more. Turn around and fry two dishes with my dad. I have to cook one pot at a time, eat one pot for seven days and make spaghetti every day.

Spaghetti is good, but the good thing is that it can't be eaten at all. No matter how hard I tried to eat, those spaghetti didn't seem to decrease. After a while, Wuhan was unblocked. Seeing that summer has arrived, the news of food shortage has disappeared. The weather is getting hotter every day, and parents are afraid that their hoarded rice will be infected with insects, so they have to give it away. Everything that can't be sent away will be frozen in the refrigerator, and they will scold me very annoying every time I open the refrigerator. I am eager to start school. Going back to school means I can finally get rid of spaghetti. Before I left, I said, mom, listen to me. This is good for the health of middle-aged people. ......

Mom said, get out with your spaghetti.

I can't wait to leave those spaghetti at home, and I'll run away if I can. The reason is like using leftover toothpaste, there is always a squeeze. So my mother and I started a two-year spaghetti tug-of-war. Sometimes, I find the packed suitcase particularly bulging. I opened it at school and found two packages of spaghetti in the middle of my clothes. Sometimes my mother brings me some fruit snacks when she passes by the school and packs them in woven bags for me to take back and unpack. There are two packages of spaghetti under the fruit. I finally moved out this year. My mother said you shouldn't buy anything at home. I've packed it for you. You can use it when you open it. On the weekend, my father and I happily brought me seven or eight large cartons, put them down and left. Open one of them. There are about five packages of spaghetti on the pots and pans. I think my mother is very tolerant of me, so it's a good thing to save some spaghetti for a rainy day. Then open a carton full of spaghetti.

Thanks to more than ten kilograms of pasta, noodles came on Saturday and the neighborhood was closed on Monday. I don't even have a decent piece of furniture at home. I often have to work on the washing machine on the balcony. If others come, I can only let the guests stand, because I can't even find a place to sit at home. I have nothing but spaghetti.

I was doing nucleic acid the other day, asking about buying food. Vegetables can be bought, but western spices are not needed. You can eat whatever you want. At first, my noodles were always difficult to cook. I searched online, and everyone said that spaghetti tastes terrible. I turned to a netizen and was told that water should be as hot as hell and as salty as sea water. If you cook with wide water and wide salt, I don't know what the world is, it will be soft. I tried it and it really worked, but the taste between my face and my teeth was still different. I can't be greedy when I watch my friends eat eggs and bake cold noodles. I think the strength of spaghetti is similar to that of roasted cold noodles. Knock two eggs into the cooked butterfly spaghetti, then cut some leftover Flammulina velutipes, stir well, fry the eggs on both sides in cold oil in a hot pot until golden and crisp, and brush them with garlic sauce and Chili powder before taking them out. Don't tell me, it's really delicious, especially Flammulina velutipes, which tastes like a fan and is very sweet. It's really delicious with crispy egg shells. From the moment I ate homemade spaghetti, I made up my mind: I am duty-bound to eat new spaghetti. Regan Noodles from the community only ate a seasoning bag. It doesn't matter. It was arranged by Italian Regan noodles. Pasta doesn't absorb water and won't agglomerate. It's more delicious to make Regan Noodles than to boil it in alkaline water. I don't usually eat Regan Noodles several times a year, but I eat well during the hard isolation days. When you buy zucchini, just put a trademark on the Italian jiaozi and add zucchini to the recipe of Italian cold noodles. This is how my little baby taught me to eat in the north. I am fascinated by the food in the north. I've never seen a pancake with yellow zongzi in my pocket, but I'm sure I like it just by listening. At that time, the dormitory conditions were limited, and she couldn't do it for me. I didn't expect those recipes to come in handy here, and so did the electric baking pans my mother and I got. My mother is from Hubei and can't make pasta at all. Electric baking pan is always pronounced electric baking pan. I tried to make a pot of mushy jiaozi, but they were fried golden on both sides, and the inside was tender and soft. The My Sweetie of zucchini was full of water, so it tasted like pie when cut into pieces. Put some shredded carrots, spinach and potatoes into a pot, mix them with spaghetti eggs, fry them into cakes, and then freeze them. If you are hungry, take one out and heat it up. There are noodles, vegetables, eggs and a meal.

Finally, my use of spaghetti reached a kind of arbitrary madness. There are no fans in the cold salad, add some pasta. Chicken noodle soup has no noodles, put some spaghetti; Beef stew with tomatoes has turned into gravy, so add some pasta; There is no straw for drinking milk. It is much better to insert a straw in the inclined tube spaghetti than a paper straw, just be careful to stick your mouth.

Cooking every day is really too tiring and troublesome. One night, I was really tired of cooking. I cooked a big pot of spaghetti, put it in a box and sent it to freeze. Heat a box every time you eat. Anyway, I am responsible for these spaghetti. Anyway, the only carbon-based creatures in this room are me and spaghetti. Busy until midnight, just when I made up my mind to stay in spaghetti, the community was unsealed ~