门外又传来卖米酒的吆喝声,一探头,又是那个老人——佝偻着背,吃力地踩着三轮车。他的米酒味道醇厚绵长,有一种说不出来的清甜。每天下午,买一碗米酒,第二天再打一个鸡蛋,就是一顿丰美的早餐——驱寒又营养。每次买米酒,他总是再添点儿给我。听到吆喝,我从桌上抓了四块钱就冲下楼。三轮车前已经挤满了人,他的米酒总是这么受欢 Outside the door came a shout of rice wine, a probe, the old man again, stomping on a tricycle hard. His rice wine has a long, mellow taste and an unspeakable sweetness. Every afternoon, buy a bowl of rice wine, the next day to play an egg, is a beautiful breakfast - cold and nutritious. Every time he bought rice wine, he always added a little to me. Hear shout, I grabbed four dollars from the table and rushed downstairs. Tricycle has been packed before, his rice wine is always so popular