餐馆这一茶室,下午通常寥无茶客,夜幕降临之际则顾客盈门,拥挤不堪,倘若没有预定在先而突然至此,想要觅个座位会白费功夫。那天晚上,似乎加尔各答倾城市民蜂拥来此饮茶。从电梯口到茶室进口,人们排成长龙似的队伍,等待座次,贪婪的目光盯着里面正在用茶的客人。“我希望你没有等得太久!”麦杜卡边对妮拉说,边坐进沙发,伸开左腿,从裤兜里掏出手帕。“途中交通十分拥挤。瞧,我在这寒冬时节,竟热得大汗淋漓!” This teahouse is a restaurant with few tea guests in the afternoon and crowds of customers waiting for the night to come. If you do not have an appointment, you will have to waste time trying to find a seat. That night, it seemed as if Citizens of Calcutta flocked to drink tea. From the elevator to the tea room imports, people lined up like teams, waiting for seating, greedy eyes staring inside the guests are using tea. “I hope you do not have to wait too long!” Said Medina to Nila, sitting in the sofa, stretching her left leg, and taking a handkerchief out of her trousers pocket. “Traffic is crowded on the way. Look, I was so sweaty in this cold season!”