Memories are washed away by the long river of time, and many fragments will slowly pass away, but I believe that we all have some childhood memories and childhood "small luck" that have been kept in our hearts for a long time. Bread and I also met when I was a child: I sat at the table when I was young and watched my grandmother make Chinese buns and noodles. The white flour was turned into delicious food through her skillful hands. Under the influence of my ears, I have been exposed to and learning to make Chinese buns and noodles by myself since I was 6 years old. Until recent years, because of my preferences and interests, and for the health of myself and my family, I began to learn to make bread and constantly tried and improved various recipes and practices.