11th Oct  13:56PM  London

昨天放学的路上瓜子儿就说饿,回到家先让她填吧了点儿零食,然后快刀乱麻地张罗晚饭。烤了用橄榄汁腌了几个小时的三文鱼,上午煮过的西红柿和焯好的菜花、胡萝卜炖了一锅烂糊,撕吧撕吧前一天剩下的烤火鸡胸和菠菜叶拌了一沙拉。菠菜是瓜子儿八字不合的蔬菜之一,基本不动,就又往里加了樱桃西红柿和几片黄瓜。Basmati RiceWild Rice的米饭。


没想展做饭手艺,我没手艺、展出来也是现眼。只是想表达一下,这饭,吃的过吧。


叫瓜子儿来吃饭。她扫视了桌上的菜,顿了一下说I'm not that hungry now. I think I will wait for Daddy to have dinner together. No offense, chatting will make the food more interesting. No offense, Mummy.”


K,介尼玛还不offensive哪(哎呀不用微博语言都不会说话鸟),这菜怎么就不interesting了,光看这几个菜的色儿就高兴。她居然,还得配着聊伴儿才能下咽。


我说你爱吃不吃随便吧,反正今儿你睡觉了你爹地也未必能回来。


瓜子儿只好坐下,兴味索然地往嘴里放菜。吃了几口,突然说:Why don‘t you work as a chef? You are good at cooking. You have the talent.”我说我对做饭没兴趣,你也别哄我,你根本不喜欢吃我做的饭。Mm, I like some...but Daddy likes everything you make. I'm a child, children's taste is different. I told you no offense.”



没话接了。人家聊的在情在理,显得母们真不是一般的小心眼儿。