It's embarrassing that the midnight food store was vomited in the middle of the night. What's your "midnight food store" like?

Every city will have several bustling snack streets, and each kind of food will have a group of exclusive diners. Those small food stalls are full of my memories.

When I was in high school, there were many snacks near the school. Most of them are good and cheap. I can't let them go! At the gate of our school, there is a shop that buys powder. The name is another bowl. Business is good and affordable. We often go to his house for dinner. Just three yuan, a box of powder, and his homemade bean paste, which is a perfect match for powder. Students are three yuan, and many teachers will eat the other five yuan. The shop was opened by a middle-aged and elderly couple. According to the former senior, the uncle who sold powder used to be a teacher in our school and later retired. He and his wife also set up a storefront at the school gate and started selling powder. There is often a long queue at the door of their store and they don't go to work on weekends. They close when we have a holiday and open when we start school, so many people want to eat his powder and expect us to start school.

People who often go to Bobo know us and say that Orr should eat something else and have a balanced diet. Sometimes we go in the morning and then the next day. He is very knowledgeable and often chats with those boys. When he meets a naughty boy, he will give him a good lesson, but unexpectedly, he is very popular and many people teach him to listen carefully. Uncle often stands at the school gate and looks at our school like that, sometimes rubbing his eyes. It seems particularly sad.

I haven't been back since graduation. Once I went back to work and passed by the school gate, and went to eat a bowl of powder from his family. My uncle was not there. That is his son and daughter-in-law. I asked them where their old uncle went. He said he was old and useless, and he was at home! Later, I heard from some graduates that there is an old man in a wheelchair at the school gate every day, so I came to see the school gate and went back.

Later, when I accidentally talked about it, I realized that grandpa was not only a teacher in our school, but also a former principal.