在上海的一家餐馆里,负责为我们上菜的那位女侍,年轻得像是树上的一片嫩叶。她捧上蒸鱼时,盘子倾斜。腥膻的鱼汁鲁鲁莽莽地直淋而下,泼洒在我搁于椅子的皮包上。我本能地跳了起来,阴霾的脸,变成欲雨的天。可是,我还没有发作,我亲爱的女儿便以旋风般 At a Shanghai restaurant, the waitress who served us was young like a young leaf in the tree. When she touted the steamed fish, the plate tilted. Fishy fish sauce Lulu vastly straight down, splashing in my handbag on the chair. I instinctively jumped up, haze face, become rainy day. However, I have not attack, my dear daughter will be like a whirlwind