巷口的小小夜市,有个卖臭豆腐的老人。入夜后,他总把那辆手推车停靠在固定的位置上,然后,就着昏黄的灯光,一言不发地炸起臭豆腐来。几个陈旧的扁碟、十来双竹筷、三两把简陋的长条木凳,还有一箱白里泛青的方形臭豆腐,这便是老人招徕顾客的所有装备了。也许,臭豆腐是这小小夜市里唯一的异数吧?它不像那些烤鱼、田螺,还有一小碟一小碟的卤菜、花生米那样合乎众人之口,因此,光顾老人生意的,便也总是固定的那几个人。 Small night market alley, there is a stinky tofu selling the elderly. After nightfall, he always parked the trolley in a fixed position, and then blinked stinky tofu with dim light. A few obsolete flat dishes, ten pairs of bamboo chopsticks, thirty-two shabby wooden benches, and a box of crisp, square-shaped stinky tofu are all the equipment that the elderly bring to customers. Maybe the stinky tofu is the only one in this small night market? Unlike the roasted fish, snail, and a small dish of ravioli and peanuts that meet the needs of the public, It is also always fixed a few people.