我亲爱的米莉娜快要来了,我的心中充满了绝望。我还没有想好做什么给她吃。我还没有当真想过这事,光是浮想联翩,像一只绕着灯乱转的无头苍蝇,脑子都快要想炸了。我很怕只会想到做土豆色拉,这对她来说已经不是惊喜了。我绝不能做那个。这顿晚餐的做法已经困扰我一个星期了,就像 My dear Milina is coming, my heart full of despair. I have not thought of what to eat for her. I have not really thought about it, just imagination, like a headless flies around the lights chaos, my mind almost want to blow up. I’m afraid I only think of making potato salad, which is not a surprise for her. I must not do that The practice of this dinner has bothered me for a week, just like