Japanese sushi is the best in the world.

I was taken over by soba noodles and couldn’t a post.

One day, pasta walked into a bar.
The bartender was surprised and asked, “What would you like to drink?”
With a smile, pasta replied, “I’ll have some meatball soup.”
The bartender tilted his head and said, “It’s unusual for pasta to drink meatball soup.”
Then, pasta smiled and said,

I like rice once in a while.

Enough with the pasta talk.

He shouted, his body trembling with anger, “This is a blasphemy to pasta! It’s too terrible! To make it this color!”
I tried to calm him down with a gentle voice, “Please calm down,that’s soba.”

This is pasta.

It’s not pasta.

Life is like pasta.
Instead of fretting about being unhappy, think of yourself as pasta boiling in a pot, and you can enjoy life.

She asked the pasta, “Why are you flat?”
The pasta answered with a gentle smile, “Because I’m fettuccine.”

Pasta said.
'There are only two kinds of noodles in this world.
Pasta or otherwise."

He said, "The pasta is talking."

When boiling pasta, the pasta is also
looking at you.

When you boil pasta, pray toward the southeast.
Then the pasta will come.