早上七点过一点时,迎着流金铄石般的日头往达城街上一家略有些口碑的早点摊走去,半路被副食店的张阿姨喊住:“细孩儿(蕲春方言,一种对小辈的亲昵称呼),别去买早饭了,来我们家吃,自己做的绿豆汤……”一边说着一边引我去堂屋里拾掇碗筷,主动张罗着给我盛了满满一碗绿豆汤后,又引着我去屋外的餐桌上夹咸菜,嘴里还不忘絮叨:“这都是我自 A little over seven o’clock in the morning, facing the stream of gold like a stone to the city a little bit of reputation on the early spread to share, half way Zhang aunt of the non-staple food restaurant shouted: ”fine children (Hunchun dialect , A kind of nickname for the junior call), do not go to buy breakfast, come to our home to eat, do their own mung bean soup ... ... “While talking to me while tidying up the house to pick up dishes and chopsticks, After full of a bowl of green bean soup, but also led me to pick up pickles on the table outside the home, his mouth did not forget about: ”This is my self