I always feel that a room full of green flowers feels more at home, so I raise a lot of meat and put it on the windowsill and the table in front of the window. I also like to buy some flowers from time to time, put them in vases of different materials and put them in every room.

The green eyes and the flowers in the room make people feel happy. When I look at my home, I am always intoxicated. From time to time, I sit in front of the flowers, carefully observe the shape of petals and the direction of leaves, sometimes take a few photos, sometimes draw a sketch, and my heart is satisfied and excited because of these little things.

If the hand that cuts flowers can make soup, it is naturally icing on the cake. Although my aunt helps me at home, I basically don't have to go to the kitchen, but I make complementary food for my sister every day. From the earliest apple puree and peach puree to the present egg noodle soup, I have carefully prepared it. I believe that food with mother's love will be more delicious.

Before I was pregnant with my sister, my brother had just entered primary school. During that time, in addition to picking him up every day, I tried my best to cook nutritious, delicious and non-repetitive meals. For this reason, I bought several cookbooks and downloaded several gourmet apps.

Interestingly, I want to make something different, but my brother only prefers certain kinds, such as braised eggplant bibimbap, potato braised rice and steamed noodles. I am also happy to make these samples better and more delicious, so I won't dabble in them widely.

Mr Wang is the best to get rid of. His hobby is single-minded, single-minded to paranoia. I only eat handmade noodles at noon every day, and it is also plain noodle soup, which has no technical content at all. Day after day, day after day, my aunt's handmade noodles are perfect, and no one can compare. Only one day, my aunt didn't come, and my husband wanted to eat, so I had to go back to my old job, put my sister on the kitchen floor, give her some small bowls to play with, start washing my hands and noodles, and then cover my noodles with a wet steaming cloth to keep me awake. After my sister fell asleep, I woke up and began to roll. Roll it into a round cake first, then roll it round and round, and finally fold it into narrow strips, and you can cut it. Cut noodles are like works of art, and you can't bear to open them. After enjoying it, I sprinkled more flour, shook the noodles and put them on the panel for later use. Then I washed vegetables and cut some mushrooms, waiting for my husband to come back. Add two poached eggs when cooking noodles. It's delicious.

It is my happiest thing to make a bowl of noodle soup for my beloved.