对面胡同里有个山东口音的女孩儿,一冬天都包着条红头巾, 眼睛像两粒黑葡萄。她在路边架起一只不锈钢平底大锅,也不添水, 电动锅转,底下是蓝瓦瓦的液化气火,烤出的馒头有一面嗄巴,老远就闻到一股子香甜。每到吃饭时间,买锅贴馒头的人就排起长队, 一元钱两个,供不应求。性急的主妇们还把那层焦黄酥脆的嗄巴,趁 Opposite the alley there is a Shandong accent girl, a winter are wrapped in a red scarf, eyes like two black grapes. She set up a stainless steel flat cauldron on the side of the road, nor did she add water. The electric cooker turned to the bottom and there was the liquefied gas fire in the blue tile. Every meal time, buns to buy fried dumplings lined up long queues, two yuan a dollar, in short supply. Urgency of the housewives who also crisp, crisp nabal, take advantage of