“饶”字,是我小时候经常听到的一个字眼儿。每天大清早,在熙熙攘攘、人头攒动的菜市场里,一些手提菜篮子的老奶奶们,停下脚步,在从乡下连夜赶来摆摊卖菜的农民们的菜筐前边,带着近乎苛刻的眼光,精心挑选着、不停叨唠着,又嫌价贵,又嫌菜不好,末了总算挑中了什么菜,萝卜啦、土豆啦、茄子啦、辣椒啦、大葱啦、蒜头啦等等……装到秤盘子里,一定 “Rao ” word, is a word I often hear when I was a child. Early in the morning, in the bustling and crowded vegetable market, some grandma and grandma who carried their hand-held dishes stopped in front of the vegetable basket of peasants who came from the countryside overnight to set their stalls selling vegetables with a near-harsh vision. Picked, non-stop nagging, too expensive, but also the food is not good, and finally finally pick what dish, radish, potatoes, eggplant friends, pepper, green onions, garlic head, etc. ... ... installed Weighing plate, must