I came out to play early, and then skipped to find my partner Han Xiao. Rinrin Bell, Rinrin Bell and Han Xiao opened the door and poked their heads out: "Aha, it's you. This is just a good thing. Do you want to go? " I thought to myself, "What bad idea is this boy playing again? He won't' hurt' me again, will he? I have been' hurt' by him more than once! " Han Xiao whispered to me, "Close your eyes first and I'll take you there." I felt uneasy, as if I was holding an AK-47 in my arms and kept shooting. Time flies like a Ferrari. Soon, I quietly opened my eyes: he took me to the "food street" on the roadside. I quickly closed my eyes again and listened to him whisper a few words mysteriously to another person, as if Iran were secretly talking about nuclear weapons. Three minutes later, I smelled a fragrance that was enough to make people turn over 360 degrees, and I heard the jingle of bowls and chopsticks again.
Finally, he decided to stop fishing for my taste and let me open my eyes. I was surprised to find a bunch of skewers on the table that could make my mouth water into the Yellow River: skewers, roasted peppers, roasted steamed bread and roasted chicken wings. . . . . I grabbed my favorite food-roasted chicken wings at the speed of "Chang 'e I" flying to the moon. But I suddenly stopped opening my mouth like the four-wheel drive was out of power, because I remembered the "residual pain lesson" of eating "Haolunge" kebabs when I was a child. Finally, I couldn't walk and didn't want to eat for a week. So I put down my long-lost chicken wings: "I don't want to eat, eat slowly, bye-bye." "Han Xiao looked at me with the eyes of discovering wild giant pandas: Yes, I don't even let go of a candy. Why don't I eat my favorite kebabs? I walked away, so Han Xiao had to eat those things by himself.
A few days later, I asked Han Xiao out to play, but I learned that Han Xiao was ill. . . . . .