冬日天黑得早,才傍晚六点多,书巷故里已经寂如深夜。我与女伴在旁逸斜出的巷弄里,用手机导航,找一家在网上看好的绍兴土菜馆。小城想是睡得早。家家闭门闭户,巷弄里看不到行人,只有红灯笼轻轻摇摆。小路尽头一片幽暗。突然听见清脆的自行车铃声,一辆骑得飞快的车从我们身边经过。前头蓦地大灯雪亮。是到菜馆了。我专程点一份“霉菜梗蒸黄豆腐”:大粗碗里,黄黄的大豆腐上面,垒满寸许长、细竹节样、马克笔粗细的菜梗。夹一根,就像吃竹竿,硬硬的。试咬一口,咬不动,一粗丝一粗丝全是纤维,更像竹子了。吮吮,倒还有滋有味,汁水滑腻腻地进了口,确像咸味果冻。 Winter is dark early, only six o’clock in the evening, hometown of book lanes have been as late as night. I am with my girlfriend in the next drift out Lane alley, using mobile navigation, looking for a good online Shaoxing soil Museum. Small town want to sleep early. Every family closed their doors, Lane can not see pedestrians, only the red lantern gently rocking. End of the trail a dark. Suddenly heard crisp bike ringtones, a fast-riding car passed by us. Head to headlight sharp snow. It is to the restaurant. I made a special trip “moldy stem steamed yellow tofu ”: big bowl, yellow and yellow tofu above, full of inch Xu long, fine bamboo-like, mark the thickness of the vegetable stems. A folder, like eating bamboo, hard and stiff. Try to bite, bite does not move, a thick wire a thick fiber, more like a bamboo. Sucking sucking, there is still tingling taste, juice slippery into the mouth, indeed like salty jelly.