你家油条可真大!杨子付账时向老板揶揄道。他本来准备买五根的,老婆两根自己三根。可这家油条实在太小了,跟筷子似的,两根哪里吃得饱。操,就这也敢卖一块钱一根!贵贱不说,这像油条吗?也忒黑了点吧!杨子忿忿地递给老板一张十元钞票,在心里说道。老板没理他,边找零边拿眼翻了他一下。仿佛在说,吃就吃,不吃拉倒。杨子赌气似地要了七根油条,两杯豆浆。塑料袋很薄,他又要了一个。他没在店里吃自己那份,想着赶紧给老婆送过去。本来他就没准备在外面买早点。 Your fritters can be really great! He was going to buy five, his wife two own three. This fritters can be too small, like with chopsticks, two where to eat enough. Fuck, it dares to sell a dollar! Expensive not to say, this is like a fritters? Intuit black point it! Yang Zi resentful handed the boss a ten dollar bill, said in my heart. The boss ignored him, looking for a while nipped his eyes look at him. As if to say, eat eat, do not eat down. Yang Zi gambling like seven fritters, two cups of soy milk. The plastic bag is very thin, he has another one. He did not eat his own share of the store, thinking quickly sent to his wife over. He had not been prepared to buy outside earlier.