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升上初中后,由于住校,很少能吃到妈妈煮的面条了,也仅仅离家一个月,就馋得我心里发痒。我咬咬牙,拨出了一个月来的第一个电话。话筒的那边,是母亲熟悉而又亲切的声音:“咦?笑君,什么事呀?”“妈妈,这个星期回家,我想吃您煮的面条。”“面条?”母亲有点儿惊讶,试探着问我。“你以前不是最
After I was in junior high school, I rarely ate the noodles that my mother cooked because I lived in school. I only got away from home for a month and I was itched. I gritted my teeth and set aside the first call in a month. On the other side of the microphone is the mother’s familiar but cordial voice: ”What? What’s the matter?“ ”Mum, I’ll go home this week and I want to eat your boiled noodles.“ ”“Noodles? ”The mother was a bit surprised and asked me by tentative test. "You were not the most