I grew up in Qinghai since I was a child. At that time, every unit would organize outings at the turn of spring and summer to find a place with mountains and water and beautiful scenery to set up camp. Each unit will prepare live sheep according to the number of people. After getting off the bus, they will find their favorite jobs without special arrangement. The young lads sharpening their swords, some tying sheep, some dancing knives, in a cry of exclamation and admiration, the sheepskin has been completely peeled off, the meat has been stripped eight pieces. Here, the young men and women dug the pot and set up the stove under the guidance of the middle-aged woman. The fire had already started. With the warm mutton, they threw it directly into the big iron pot full of water. The women began to make noodles, preparing for the pasta. Three or two girls were carrying baskets to wash turnips and potatoes in the nearby stream. The children of each family had already joined each other. The mountains were full of joy. Wild strawberries, sour chirps, wild garlic, wild leeks and wild flowers were lucky. I could also meet wild mushrooms. I could always return with full load and happily shuttle between the mountains and forests, proudly showing the results in front of the adults, wild garlic and wild leeks were made into mutton dips by aunts. The grass in the shade of the trees was covered with large plastic sheeting and blankets, and the leaders and the elders played poker and drank milk tea. However, with a few bowls of tea, a large basin of steaming hand-held mutton was brought in front of everyone. The meat was red and white, fat but not mutton, and attractive in color. It was not enough to take care of the image. Everyone grabbed a piece and dipped it in sauce. By the side of the stove fire, the women had put the sliced radishes and potatoes into the pot, pulled down pieces of dough pieces around the stove fire, flipped their fingers, and fell into the pot with graceful curves. This is the lamb soup noodle (in the recipe at the back). After drinking and eating, people will sit in a circle, singing and dancing, Qinghai's "flowers", Tibetan circle dance ......, do not want to move people lying on the blanket, let the breeze hit, listen to the stream gurgling, see the clouds roll clouds Shu ...... Good memories, always with a rich aroma of meat, let me have a large impulse to eat meat. November 8 is beginning of winter, so make a hand-held mutton and make a supplement.😀https://www.xiachufang.com/recipe/104147658/ (the practice of mutton soup noodles)