吃饭时点了一道酥皮甜汤。端上来的时候,是一只白瓷盅,搁在一个同样的白瓷盘子上。揭了盅盖,甜香的热气扑头盖脸地扑出来,等到那团雾气散尽,才看清原来是一只圆形的酥皮点心,倒扣在那盅盏上,四面贴得严丝合缝。说是点心,其实酥皮极薄,颤颤巍巍,朋友小心地用勺子挖了个洞,伸进去舀点汤出来尝尝。到我的时候,却是用指尖拈起一点皮,小心而周整地呈弧形掀开,腕子上再用点柔力,稍稍一旋,便是一张完 A pastry sweet soup at dinner. When brought up, is a white porcelain cup, resting on the same white porcelain plate. Uncover the cup cover, steaming sweet face covered to face out, wait until the group of fog cleared, only to see the original is a round pastry, down in that cup light, surrounded by a perfectly match . That is a snack, in fact, very thin pastry, trembling towering, a friend carefully dig a hole with a spoon, stretched out to scoop out the soup to taste. At my time, however, I picked up a little bit of skin with my fingertips, carefully and neatly opened an arc.