我读小学五年级的时候,有一次看见爸爸满头大汗从外地回来,手里提着一口用草绳绑着的全新铁锅。他一面走,一面召集我们:“来,快来吃肉羹,这是爸爸吃过的最好吃的肉羹。”他边解草绳,边说起那一锅肉羹的来历。爸爸到遥远的凤山去忙农会的事,中午到市场吃肉 When I was in fifth grade, I once saw my father sweating profusely from the field with a new wok tied with grass rope. As he walked, he called us: “Come here, come eat meat soup, this is the best meat soup that my father had eaten.” "He explained the origins of that pot of meat soup while he wears the grass rope. Dad to the distant Fengshan go busy peasant association thing, noon to the market to eat meat