背着沉重的行囊,我赶了最早的公交车回家。窗外一片迷茫。她在门口等我,双手在印满青花的围裙上擦了好几遍。跟往常一样,她接过我手上的行李,接过我的外套。厨房又开始热闹起来。她没有要我帮忙,洗菜、切菜、炒菜、端菜,一个人完成了所有的流程。我只好站在旁边陪她说话,看她手中翻飞的锅铲,闻着从锅里散发出来的香味。 Carrying heavy luggage, I drove the earliest bus home. Out of the window a confused. She waited for me at the door and wiped her hands several times over the blue-and-white apron. As usual, she took my luggage and took over my jacket. The kitchen started to lively again. She did not want me to help, wash vegetables, cut vegetables, cooking, end dish, a person to complete all the processes. I had to stand next to her to talk to see the spatula in her hands spatula, smell the smell emitted from the pot.