盲人卖饼

That’s what I hear once in a blue moon.

Sunday noon heard it again. The familiar voice of the uncle.
As always, opened the door, waited for him.
As he passed me the biscuit, wanted to ask if I can have the Milk Flavour. Thot shouldn’t give him more trouble. To my surprise, as I opened the 1st 1, it’s the Milk Flavour! Hoho.