她数了数盘子里的黄花鱼,金黄金黄的,一共六条。你三条,我三条。她说着,把小鱼分成了两组。吃吧,他说。还是那个滋味,香!你喜欢的。不是了,那个滋味,呵呵,不一样了。怎么呢,不一样了?他问。难道是酒的缘故?我现在改喝红茅液酒了。呵呵,不上头,不麻喉,不灼胃。你现在是成熟成功的男人了。是时间吧,让我们都有了改变。那时的我们,你吃一条,我吃一条。现在呢,你家三条,我家也三条。他也笑了。问,他好吗,你丈夫?好。她把一条小鱼用筷子拢到跟前。 She counted yellow croakers in several plates, golden golden, a total of six. You three, I three. She said, dividing the fish into two groups. Eat it, he said. Or that taste, fragrant! You like it. No, that taste, Oh, not the same. What’s the difference? He asked. Is it the sake of wine? I now drink red wine brewed. Oh, no head, no throat, no stomach. You are a mature, successful man now. It’s time, let’s all change. At that time, you eat one, I eat one. Now, three of your family, my family has three. He laughed too. Q. How is he, your husband? She brought a small fish to the front with chopsticks.