“吃水粉了!”清晨甫至,曦光初显,就有人——大概是身兼妻子和母亲的对丈夫和孩子的呼唤——轻轻地叫一声。随即一个院里,一条巷里,一街市民,几乎倾巢出动。红男绿女、鹤发童颜个个手里都拎一个缸子,相继走入豆浆粉店。这个时辰,就是三九严寒,店老板也往往是挥汗如雨,口里不停地招呼着:“您坐,几碗?就好了!”身子却纹丝未动,只是手里飞快地忙碌着,抓粉、烫粉、调料、浇浆,很快就是热腾腾的一碗。于是客人们落了 Early in the morning, when the light shines, someone, presumably the wife and mother’s call to her husband and children, cries softly. Immediately a courtyard, an alley, a public street, almost thrown out. Red men and women, Hefa Tong Yan all hands carry a cylinder, have entered the milk powder shop. This hour is thirty-nine cold, the shop owner is often sweating, mouth constantly greeted: “You sit, a few bowls? Just fine! ” Body is not motionless, but the hands quickly busy With, grasping powder, hot powder, seasoning, pouring paste, soon is a hot bowl. So the guests fell