I felt very happy when I was a child. Although there is no money at home, I am satisfied with breakfast. When dad is free, he will go to the village market early to buy fat sausage, pork liver, lean meat, rice noodles and vegetables, and then cook a pot of soup for breakfast. Otherwise, dad will give money to eat lean porridge at school breakfast, or drink soybean milk fritters at breakfast in front of the sugar factory. This is the best soybean milk I have ever drunk in my life. The most proud thing is to use the package ticket, exchange pineapple bags in the canteen of the sugar factory, and other steamed buns. For a few years old children, pineapple bags are so precious and delicious. Now think about it, for the sake of children, sometimes try to be satisfied. This is the happiness that children can remember when they grow up!
I went to school as a child and had breakfast at home. In the countryside, I have never cooked anything specially. Sometimes I cook noodles, fried eggs or cold dishes. More often, I just ate rice the night before.
For me after 70, when I was a child, most of my breakfast was to warm up the leftovers of the previous day. Because my home is far from school, I went out before dawn in primary school and seldom had breakfast outside. Occasionally, my father will buy some, such as fried dough sticks, soybean milk, gluten bread, bean curd, pie, steamed stuffed bun and northeast wonton, all of which are authentic northeast breakfast. What impressed me the most was the pie made by Aunt Hutongkou, which contained leeks, pickled pork and scallion pork. Thin and oily, with a bowl of mutton soup. How beautiful is it? This is also the best excuse for my father to coax me to get up early every Sunday when I was a child. Every time I can't stand the temptation, I get up and walk around my father for fear that he will leave me behind.