Not far from my home, there is a porridge shop. The store is small, but clean and tidy. I often buy a bowl of porridge. Warm and sweet porridge will slowly moisten my insides and let me enjoy it beautifully. The owner of the porridge shop is a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He is very kind, always smiling and friendly to everyone. I think this may be one of the reasons why I often go to porridge shops.

On a bitterly cold night, I forgot my key when I went out, and my parents were not at home. I think, let's go to the porridge shop, it's very warm there!

Walking into the porridge shop, the boss smiled and handed me a bowl of steaming porridge. "Little girl, drink a bowl of porridge to drive away the cold!" "I nodded gratefully. At this moment, the door creaked open and a ragged and dirty little boy came in. I looked at him. "Poor thing! ",I said to myself. Other customers also whispered to the little boy, full of disdain, as if complaining that the little boy had ruined the warmth of the porridge shop. Unexpectedly, the boss handed the boy a bowl full of porridge. The boy dodged and ran out quickly with porridge. I frowned and thought, he is so strange. What does he do? Why are you like a beggar? Why is the boss so enthusiastic about him?

Another day, I walked into the porridge shop. Customers lined up, one by one, throwing a dollar coin into an iron box, and the boss skillfully handed the porridge together without looking. I looked around in the queue bored.

God knows, I actually saw that boy again, or the last dress, or the messy hair, or those seemingly clear and practical eyes hiding from the flash. "Aha, see you again!" I exclaimed in my mind. I stared at the little boy, hoping to solve the mystery that bothered me. It's the boy's turn First, he ate porridge carefully, and then he put something in his hand. "Hey? Everyone else makes a clear sound. Why didn't he? Doesn't he have any coins? Yes! It must be! " I hurried to the boss and tried to lower my voice and said, "boss, that boy didn't give me money." I will get him back! " "

The boss smiled and stopped me with his backhand: "No! He is a child and nobody loves him. A bowl of porridge is nothing to me, but it warms him all morning. I believe that he is an honest boy, and one day he will know coins. " I'm speechless.

When I was in junior high school, I didn't often go to porridge shop. But every time I pass by, I can still see the busy figure of the boss. I wonder if that strange boy is still rubbing porridge here?

Comments: The owner of porridge shop treats people warmly and treats customers equally. Especially the pity and trust for the boy who rubbed porridge touched the author, who should praise him. The narrative of the article is concise and focused.