垫着块抹布,我掀开了锅盖。真希望一揭锅能看到一屉白胖白胖暄腾腾如同买来的那样的大包子!乍揭锅,见一个个包子还涨得鼓鼓的,可眨眼间就瘪了下去。塌了架的包子有的表面凸凹不平像只癞蛤蟆,有的黑中透亮像块死面饼,一屉里面,只有一两个模样白胖还凑合着能称其为包子,如同老鼠堆里卧了只兔子,不像一窝的弟兄。“啊?怎么又是这样!”看着一锅不成器的包子,我满心希望变失望,迎着热腾腾扑面而来的蒸汽,心 Padded with rags, I opened the lid. I really hope a pot can see a draw of fat and fat as it bought like big buns! Zhagun pan, see one by one buns also rose bulging, blink of an eye can deflated. Some bumpy steamed buns bumpy surface like toad, and some dark translucent piece of dough cake, a drawer inside, only one or two white fat and doomed to call it a buns, like the rat heap lying Only rabbits, not a litter of brothers. “Ah? How is it!” Looked at a pot of steamed stuffed buns, I am full of hope disappointed, facing the steaming hot heart, heart