上海的清晨,太阳初起,光线透过梧桐枝叶洒下来。弄堂里街面上渐渐有了人声,那些街边的小吃店早已陆续摆了出来,一个用汽油桶改装的炉子,上面放一只大大的平底煎锅,被熏得棕黄发黑的木锅盖下面热气蒸腾,蒸汽和香味从木头的缝隙中一丝丝流出,旁边已经是排队等候了长长的一溜儿。待到出锅,师傅揭开锅盖,一股白色蒸汽腾起,肉馅的鲜香、油煎面皮带着点儿焦味儿的油香酥香,再混杂着一点点葱香和芝麻香,这种上海特有的食物味道弥漫在空中,加上身处的街巷里弄和包围着你的上海话,此间 Early morning in Shanghai, when the sun starts, light shines through the leaves of the Indus. Alley gradually getting in the streets of the vocals, those street snack bar already put one after another, a gasoline barrel modified stove, put a big flat frying pan, was smoked brown dark wood The lid below the steaming, steam and fragrance from the slightest slightest out of the wood, next to the queue is already waiting for a long ride. Until the pan, the master opened the lid, a surge of white steam, meat flavor, fried noodles with a bit of taste of the oil flavor crisp, mixed with a little bit of onion and sesame incense, This unique Shanghai food taste filled in the air, together with the streets where Lane and surrounded by your Shanghai dialect, here