以前,旧街上有一家面馆。在我很小的时候,曾祖父经常带我去吃那金脆的炸饺子。每次,曾祖父都踏着那辆有些生锈了的三轮车咯吱咯吱快乐地载我去。我坐在三轮车的铁皮板上,美滋滋地回想着喷香油润的炸饺子,不禁心花怒发。一下三轮车,我便飞似的奔进那简陋的小面馆,一屁股坐在塑料椅子上,大叫道:“老太太(方言)!我要吃炸饺子!”曾祖父便满面笑容地“刁难”我:“想吃炸饺子?先叫我一声好听的”。我便不禁思考,用尽全身力气大喊道:“好老太太!”曾祖父一听,被我逗得脸上的皱纹挤出了一朵花。 Previously, there was a noodle shop in the old street. When I was very young, my great-grandfather often took me to eat the golden crispy fried dumplings. Every time, great-grandfather marched on the rusted tricycle carrying me joyfully. I sat on the tricycle of the metal plate, sobbed back to soothe the fried dumplings, can not help but angry. About the tricycle, I flew like flying into that simple noodle shop, sitting on a plastic chair, shouted: “old lady (Dialect)! I want to eat fried dumplings!” “My grandfather was smiling! ”Making things difficult“ ”I: “ Want to eat fried dumplings? First called me a nice ”. I could not help thinking, exhausted all the strength and shouted: “Good old lady!” Great-grandfather heard, I was amused squeeze a flower wrinkles his face.