This morning， my mother asked me to buy five loaves of bread in the bakery downstairs， and I promised.

　　I walked happily on the stairs， thinking about what bread to eat for breakfast today.

　　Soon， I came to the newly opened bakery downstairs. I asked the waiter， "What kind of bread do you have here?" He showed me a list with lots of bread names on it.

　　"Take five of this bread." I shouted， pointing to a name of bread. "Okay， little friend， take it."

　　I took the bread and skipped upstairs. I took the bread to my mother， and she looked at it and said， "It's very good." I smiled happily.

　　This bread is good and delicious. It's true that the newly opened bakery downstairs is doing well， and the business is booming.