山顶是庙,香客不绝。阿婆在山下搭棚卖粥。下山时,胃早空了,再不能忍耐;上山不饿也难忍粥香,只是心怀对菩萨的敬意。阿婆健硕,独自经营,专卖白米粥、小排粥和海鲜粥,二十年不衰。不用大锅煮,而是中等搪瓷杯,一杯一份。稀奇的做法下,品味必也绝。米粒涨而饱,泛浅青色,闲言吃上半小时也不化水,而遇津液即溶,充饥、养胃,亦能生津止渴。保准还想要第二杯。他们都说来这里,一为上香,二为赏景,三为尝粥。哪一次碰 Peak is the temple, pilgrims. Grandma in the mountains to sell shed porridge. Down the mountain, stomach early empty, and then can not endure; upstairs hungry also unbearable porridge incense, but cherish the respect of the Buddha. Granny healthy strong, alone, monopoly white rice porridge, small row of porridge and seafood porridge, not bad for twenty years. Do not cook big pot, but medium enamel cup, a cup. Curious practices, the taste must be absolutely. Full grain of rice and full, pan-light blue, gossip half an hour to eat without water, but when the solution is dissolved, hunger, nourishing the stomach, but also thirst. Guarantee also want the second cup. They all say here, one for the incense, the second is the scenery, three taste porridge. Which touch