The bus came with a bang, and the people on the platform put away their umbrellas and got on the rolling square iron box. Two or three of them are still waiting for the bus, standing in the station.
There are not many pedestrians on the roadside, so it is a place to eat. Jiaozi lights up warmly, and the clean wooden table makes a silent invitation. Thinking of the white jiaozi in the white porcelain plate, I can't help feeling that jiaozi is the best match when it rains!