小时候,从不被承认是好孩子的我,每日爱在奶奶家附近的老街区,悠然度过除了幼儿园之外的时光。那张嫂的早餐铺冒着氤氲的热气,热热闹闹地开张了,那具有醇厚口感的豆浆油和油条,一直是我心中的谜团,为什么经水一冲,那雪白的“牛奶”便开出 When I was a kid, I was never admitted as a good boy. I love every day in my old neighborhood near my grandmother’s house and spent time outside kindergarten. That Sao’s breakfast shop braved the sob of heat, bustling to open, and that the mellow taste of the soybean oil and fritters, has always been the mystery of my heart, why the water washed, the white Will be out