I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts - ~ This is a diary

I went to do nucleic acid after get off work. There are many stalls on the sidewalk next to the nucleic acid point. I sometimes think these stall owners are very smart, especially when I smell the aroma of grilled sausages but can only queue first.

Halfway through the line, there were a few elderly people in front of them who couldn't get a QR code. The staff put down the cotton swab and taught them there, and the line slowed down.

I don't care about the slow line, my life is slow - if I don't stop right next to the sausage stall, if I'm full at noon.

The unique taste of starch sausage gradually cheered up under the high temperature roasting, and then a greasy but not unpleasant fatty taste covered up again, and I couldn't help twitching my throat.

That sausage is glowing, really.

The children next to him were crying, really crying - especially when the other child who had finished the nucleic acid took the grilled sausage in his hand and gestured at him.

Accompanied by scents and cries, the procession began to move again.

When it was my turn, I turned on the phone numbly, showed the QR code, and then went to the next window to pull down the mask and open my mouth—the lady who stabbed her throat was extra hard today, and she seemed to be in a bad mood. When I closed my mouth, I caught a glimpse of the small white plastic bag inside the small house, which contained half-bitten sausages.

No wonder I'm in a bad mood, but I can't eat the sausage in front of me, and I'm not happy for it.

I swallowed, the smell of grilled sausage entered my nose along the night wind, and there seemed to be a sweet smell in it - the boss should have started to brush the sauce.

The child who had just finished the nucleic acid test after me and was crying just now asked for a few dollars from my grandmother, and stood in front of the stall with me.

The two made a "yeah" gesture at the same time, and the boss understood: "One person and two?"

The kid and I nodded at the same time and looked at each other at the same time.

A feeling of finding a confidant immediately rose up, and he and I looked at each other, and both saw the appreciation in the other's eyes.

My confidant was hard to find, so I immediately decided to stop laughing at the child's crying in my heart.

One big and one small watched eagerly in front of the stall, and raised the corners of his mouth as the flower knife gradually rolled up on his intestines.

"Four pieces." The boss handed over two sausages, I smiled and shook my head, giving it to the child.

The child glanced at me gratefully and handed over four steel pegs. He happily took the sausage and said to me, "Thank you, uncle."

I should have continued to laugh at you just now, and I had to eat sausages in front of you. I thought so with a smile.

Fortunately, the boss's hand to brush the sauce didn't stop, and it didn't take long for me to have more grilled sausages than "Yeah".

I don't even ask for plastic bags, eco-friendly.

The golden and slightly burnt surface is decorated with pleasing small bubbles. The oily bubbles burst, and the faint smoke floated out and dissipated immediately. The red sauce dripped down the edge of the flower knife and dripped onto my tiger's mouth. Everything is pleasing.

I narrowed my eyes and bit down happily.

Next, I should sizzle the hot sausage in my mouth, swallow it hard, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Just should.

I'm still "sizzling" just because it's hot.

I finally know why that young lady is in a bad mood.

This sausage, this sausage...

so unpalatable...

The child in front holding grandma's hand started to cry again.

(To soothe my broken heart, take a day off)