The snack I eat most at school is instant noodles. At that time, I was growing up, and three meals a day was not enough to maintain my body. It is often after lights out in the dormitory that our little sister gets up. A person is holding an iron rice bowl and making instant noodles. Set a time, hold chopsticks and spoon, and stare at the rice basin. Five minutes later, I immediately opened the lid and began to eat. I can't wait a minute. When you eat instant noodles, it tastes delicious. Finally, you even drank the soup, and then you patted your chubby belly and climbed into bed.
I often stay up late to work overtime after work. In winter, my favorite midnight snack is to buy a hot baked sweet potato on my way home from work. Cold hands holding very hot sweet potatoes, sitting on the last bus home. Carefully peel off the skin, open your mouth and take a bite. The unique taste of sweet and soft glutinous rice and baked sweet potato will instantly drive away the fatigue of the day. Looking at the night scene that flies by outside the window, I can especially appreciate the hardships of work and life.
And I think the best snack I miss most is my mother's egg custard. I have a soft spot for this kind of food since I was a child. I remember that when preparing for the college entrance examination, I often studied until the early hours of the morning. My mother loves my health. Every day around ten o'clock, she will make herself a bowl of fragrant, soft and slippery egg soup. It has various ways, sometimes tofu and ham, sometimes shrimp and peas. When I sleep, when will my mother accompany me?