On weekends, the children go to school. Ask him what he wants for breakfast, as usual. The kid said, "Mama, you don't have to get up early, get some rest and spend the weekend." I'm going out for a bite. I thought he wanted to eat something. “No, it's not. You wake up before a chicken and sleep late than a dog. It's time to rest." I didn't wake up at 5:30, even though I was awake. It was not until 6 p.m. that I heard the child get up and wash, and when he closed the door after leaving the house, I fell asleep in a cage. Get up and make yourself a bowl of water, put on a sea cucumber abalone. A beautiful meal is the beginning of a good day。