#夏日生活记录#
At the suggestion of a friend last night, I had a breakfast with them this morning, and it was time to change my taste by eating noodles and rice noodles every day.
It's the weekend, and my friends aren't in such a hurry as they were at work, so they have plenty of time to make breakfast.
When I was still asleep, I seemed to hear footsteps in the room, and I rolled over and covered my head and fell asleep, thinking I was dreaming.
I heard a knock on the door, and I got up late.
The dining table has been placed more than half of the dishes, I roughly counted, wow, eight or nine dishes, as if I feel that I am living in the hotel, in the cafeteria of the hotel, there are many varieties, I was stunned, this is too rich, this emotion welled up in my heart, almost moved to tears.
Drink a sip of millet porridge, cook some fresh Jiang beans in the porridge, smooth into the throat, clip a chopstick cold cucumber, fragrant on the head, bite a pot helmet, dry and fragrant entrance, and then take a bite of small bao, tender and refreshing, taste a bite of kohlrabi, the taste of childhood spontaneously arises.
This breakfast was the most abundant meal I had, and I basically had a bowl of porridge and an egg in the hotel. But today, after eating so many varieties, it is really not a meal, but an emotion.
