有一次和几个人一块儿吃火锅,对面的女孩,个子娇小,食量不小,就这样吭哧吭哧吃了好一会儿,在她准备消灭碗里剩下的菜时,或许一阵饱意袭来,她变得意兴阑珊,不再吃了,只拿筷子这儿戳戳那儿戳戳,像是在等待新一轮吃兴的崛起,又像是百无聊赖拿这打发时间。碗的边沿沾满了逐渐凝结的油渍、被油浸泡的软耷耷的葱花、香菜末和蒜粒,剩菜在筷子的蹂躏下,失去形状,有些惨不忍睹。 Once I had a hot pot with a few people. The girl across the street was petite and I had a small appetite. I ate for a while, and when she was ready to destroy the rest of the bowl, Become moody, no longer eat, only poked there with chopsticks poked there, as if waiting for a new round of rise of eating, but also like bored with this to pass the time. The edge of the bowl was covered with gradually condensed oil stains, soft scallion chopped green onion, coriander powder and garlic kernels. The leftovers were ravaged by chopsticks and lost their shape. Some of them were appalling.