母亲大概天生缺少“烹饪”的悟性,只懂得煮米时要放水,炒菜时要放盐,坐在餐桌旁的我,实在最难下咽的,是母亲做的饭;最难以忘记的,也是母亲做的饭……不忍心看那白生生的蒸米变成烂稀的“粥”,更没有勇气去面对那青嫩的菜叶变成近黑的菜糊。当我无奈地将它们不带咀嚼灌进腹中时, Mother probably lacks the savvy of “cooking”. She only knows how to put water when cooking rice and put salt when cooking. I sit at the table and it is the hardest to swallow. It is the mother’s meal; the most unforgettable is that Mother’s meal... I couldn’t bear to see that the steamed rice of white rice was turned into a rotten “porridge”, and I had no courage to face the green tenderness of the cabbage into a black paste. When I reluctantly put them into the belly without chewing,