成都的冬天,北风时不时夹杂着雨水,让人感觉到一种刺骨的寒冷。学校旁边的小街口,一位中等身材、身穿灰色衣服的大叔,每天下午到晚上,都在这寒风中忙碌着。他一手捞起粗粮杂谷的粉浆,一手用小木铲将粉浆均匀地铺在平底煎锅上,待粉浆略干,打一个鸡蛋,小木铲来回推动,将蛋液均匀抹在粉浆上,撒上生菜、香菜、萝卜干、香葱等,再将饼对折,涂上酱料,放上大豆脆皮,一卷,一切,装袋,收钱。一宗小生意就这样完成了。人少时, Winter in Chengdu, the north wind from time to time mixed with rain, people feel a biting cold. Small street next to the school, a medium-sized, gray-haired uncle, every afternoon to evening, are busy in the cold wind. In one hand, he picked up the coarse grain miscellaneous trough slurry, one hand with a small wooden shovel evenly spread the paste in the flat frying pan until the paste is slightly dry, hit an egg, small wooden shovel push back and forth, the egg liquid evenly on the slippery , Sprinkle with lettuce, parsley, dried radish, chives, etc., and then fold the cake, coated with sauces, put soy crispy, a roll, everything, bagging, money. A small business is done. When people are few,