一阵北风一阵寒,又念起吃羊肉的温暖。但笔者所说的羊肉,并非卷得像纸筒的涮羊肉,而是有着大块红烧羊肉的碗面,它就像冬日里的一把火,温暖着俗世胃肠。到濮院是清晨6点,天还漆黑一片。西北风呼啦啦的,还下着一点很小的雨夹雪,细小的雪花打在脸上,一直冷到骨子里。独自一人七拐八弯在小巷里转着,目的非常明确:就是那一碗闻名已久的酥羊大面。 A burst of cold north wind, but also read the warmth of eating lamb. But what I said about mutton was not a boiled lamb curled like a paper tube, but rather a bowl of stewed lamb, like a fire in winter, warming the worldly stomach. To Puyuan is 6 am, the day is dark. Northwest wind Hula friends, but also a little bit under the sleet sleet, a small snowflake hit the face, has been cold to the bones. Alone Qigui bend in the alley turn, the purpose is very clear: that bowl of long-famous crisp sheep face.