On Saturday morning, when I was deeply sleepy, I vaguely heard my mother's cry: "Get up quickly and buy soy milk and fried dough sticks."

well!

It was hard to disobey my mother's fate, so I had to go downstairs reluctantly.

Breathing the fresh morning air, watching the elderly, children, uncles, aunts doing morning exercises... I also stretched my arms and started jogging.

Came here to buy breakfast, ah!

I almost fainted!

The queue to buy breakfast stretches to the side of the road!

I had no choice but to slowly and consciously stand at the back of the team, waiting left, right, etc., waiting in front, and waiting in the back. When finally there was only one person left, I let out a sigh of relief.

As the uncle in front of me said: "Give me 10 kilograms of fried dough sticks, soy milk for 5 yuan, and more pickles, oh! Make me strong with soy milk...", I felt a thump in my head and my legs were sore.

I am tired - squatting; my eyes are tired - closed; I want to go to the toilet - holding it in; my hands are numb - curled up.

In my eyes, about a century passed before "uncle" finally rode away on his bicycle amidst the "symphony" of the wheels.

I walked to the stall and hurriedly said: "2 yuan for fried dough sticks, 1 yuan for soy milk, please order more..." Unexpectedly, the fried dough sticks guy said: "There are still 2 fried dough sticks and a bowl of more soy milk."

I was confused when I heard this and said, "Can I still make fried dough sticks?" The man said politely: "You can make noodles!"

How sad!

I carried two fried dough sticks and a little more than a bowl of soy milk, and slowly moved towards home.

Come home, ah!

Oh my gosh!

I looked at the watch and it was 8 o'clock!

I bought a total of 2.