秋后日短,太阳刚接近西山,夜幕就落下来了。夜幕才刚落下,两排街灯也就跟着亮了起来,照着这间小粥店。说是小粥店一点不错,它就只有一间门面,向街边开着最大的口子。尽头的一角放置着各种餐具及燃气灶炉,灶前的最大空间,仅可以摆放三个小桌。是够小的了。它的主人也很小。不是年纪小,是个子不大。个子不大的女主人,兼着粥店的老板、师傅、服务员及收银员。小个子女人的经营也简单,就是卖粥,牌子上打着几个品种,有猪肝粥,有黄鳝 Autumn is short, the sun is close to the Western Hills, the night falls. Night has just fallen, followed by two rows of street lights up, according to this small porridge shop. It is a good little porridge shop, it has only one facade, the biggest hole to the street. At the end of the corner are various tableware and gas hobs, the maximum space in front of the stove, and only three small tables. It’s small enough. Its owner is also small. Not young, is not big. Smaller mistress, and porridge owner, master, waiter and cashier. The operation of a small woman is also simple, that is, selling porridge, branded on the name of several varieties, porridge with liver, eel