Laolaode handmade noodles

I like to eat noodles, and I like the handmade noodles made by my grandmother, which is a taste that can't be eaten anywhere else. Only grandma's cooking is the best. Because I can always taste care and love from that bowl of handmade noodles, and this smell always makes people cry. ...

"What do you want to eat this week? Grandma will do it for you. " Handmade Noodles, Grandma asks me every week, what do you want to eat, son? I always say without thinking, "handmade noodles, nothing tastes better than what you cook!" " Grandpa made a quip, "Oh, I eat it every day, and I won't get tired of it! ""I answered affirmatively, while proudly saying, "Yes, as long as it's made by grandma, there's nothing wrong with it!" At this time, grandma was standing in the kitchen rolling noodles, turned around and said with a smile, "Ha ha, this child is really good at talking. Grandma will make it for you. "Then I saw my grandmother standing next to me when I was a child. She smiled and told me that I would hold bowls of handmade noodles made by my grandmother until my mother and grandmother taught me to" be careful about getting fat and never get married when I grow up "..."

I remember when I was nine years old, my grandmother's foot was broken, and I lived in my grandmother's house that summer. Every day I beg my grandma to make handmade noodles, handmade noodles, handmade noodles, and grandma will make them for me with a cane. Every time I will amplify the sound of eating noodles and let the sound play back in the room like a special effect. At that time, my grandmother was sitting on the sofa watching me and laughing to slow me down. Grandma, do you know? No one can match your tomato handmade noodles, and my mother's is not as delicious as yours! Grandma will be very happy and say, "Haha, that's for sure!" " Your mother likes eating, too. I taught your mother how to knead dough and make handmade noodles. Let your mother teach you when you come back, and do it yourself, and you won't be rejected at your mother-in-law's house. "I can only eat, and the future is too far away for me. I only remember that after that summer vacation, I really never lost weight. I think it must be grandma's handmade noodles.

Later, I went to junior high school and high school and went to work in other places. There is less time to go home and less chance to eat handmade noodles. But I love noodles, but my love for handmade noodles extends to Hui noodles, Lamian Noodles, Daoxiao Noodles, cold noodles, mixed noodles and fried noodles. Gradually, on the chubby road, running all the way was out of control. Grandma, I still like tomato handmade noodles. My mother taught me, and I learned. I'm really never hungry again. I took your cooking to Baofeng, Pingdingshan. When I spend the New Year at the Watergate in Gaozhuang, I will prepare my own new year's goods. I can make my own steamed buns and jiaozi, fried meatballs and crispy meat, and I also learned to make my own salted duck eggs. The experiment was very successful. Grandma, I also went to Changyuan. I am really happy in the hometown of chefs. I fried eight pieces of shredded pork and went back to the noodle restaurant, Lao Hou's home, and wrote a long story about oil. I ate happily for three years, which is why when I went back this year, I was as round as the lucky girl in the New Year pictures.

I hate my grandfather's itchy teeth and always patting my thighs. "So thick, so thick!" Even eating a meal will become a criticism meeting for me. Said it was a thigh. What thick thighs! How thick it is! How to eat a bowl on one side! He is growing! Go and fill a bowl! Grandpa across the street is staring at each other. Let's go! I'm embarrassed to say with Nunu's mouth, "Grandpa, I'm afraid you're still patting your thigh!" " ""Oh, you can't afford to eat enough to lose weight, you little girl. Your grandmother made a pot of handmade noodles! Let's go "When I finished the noodles in the bowl, I had already filled another bowl and began to be happy. ...

I looked at grandma's back and gray hair. It has been twenty years since I was nine to twenty-nine. My grandmother is eighty-five years old today. I don't know how many meals those hands cooked for her six children. She is not smooth and has no strength, but she has magic.

Grandma, the handmade noodles you made really have a special recipe! You can't eat it anywhere else! Grandma always asks me what to eat when I go back every week. Grandma said: "As soon as you enter the door, you can have a hot meal and feel the warmth of home." Grandpa said, "We are with you. Girls must have been loved and hurt. You have to know that no matter what happens, we are all your support. " I ate grandma's handmade noodles and listened to grandpa's words. Liu Yi's voice trailed off, and tears could not help falling from the corner of her eyes. I turned my back and secretly wiped my tears. I took the opportunity to go to my home, picked up a paper towel and wiped it silently for myself. Calm down and enjoy the big noodles again.

Another bowl, there is only time in the world to live up to grandma's handmade noodles, and when eating noodles, I must listen to grandma who has the loudest voice and grandpa who is hard of hearing, because this walk is the echo of my happiness.