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小区门口刚支起一个烤鹌鹑蛋的小摊,摊主是一位四十多岁的妇女,身体略微发福,她在火炉的烘烤下频频拭汗。或许是刚开张的缘故,并没有多少人前来光顾她的生意。我几次经过,都不曾听见她吆喝,挂在三轮车上的崭新招牌也并未给她的生意带来多少人气。那天吃过晚饭,随我一同出来散步的女儿闹着要吃鹌鹑蛋。此时的她正拿着蒲扇,坐在马扎上出神。“大姐,烤两串。”听见有人招呼,她赶紧站起身,低下头忙活起来。那稍显笨拙的动作告诉我,她接触这个行业并没有多久。几分钟之后,鹌鹑蛋烤好了。交钱的一瞬间,我看清了她的面容。
Cell door just stood up a roasted quail eggs stalls, stalls is a more than 40-year-old woman, the body a little fat, she frequently under the stove baking wipers. Perhaps the reason is just opened, and not many people came to patronize her business. I passed by several times and never heard her shout. The brand new sign on the tricycle did not bring much popularity to her business. The day I had dinner, the daughter who came out for a walk with me wanted to eat quail eggs. At this point she was holding a palm-leaf fan, sitting on the Mazar out of God. “Sister, grilled two strings. ” Heard someone say hello, she quickly got up and bowed his head to get busy. The slightly clumsy move told me she did not have time to contact the industry. A few minutes later, quail eggs baked. The moment of payment, I saw her face.