风尘仆仆推开家门,我来不及放下背包,就被一阵有方向感的肉香勾到厨房。果然,一锅颜色沉稳的牛肉正在翻滚着,酱汁浓郁,肉块厚实,是看得见的软和想得到的嫩,简直诱人得不像话。妈妈背对着我,从刀起刀落的缝隙里挤出来一句:“回来啦?”我顾不上接话,只是迫不及待去找筷子。 Duty to open the door, I too late to put down the backpack, was a sense of the direction of the meat hooked to the kitchen. Sure enough, a pot of beef is steady roll of color, rich sauce, thick meat, is soft and can see the tender, almost tempting was outrageous. Mom back to me, from the knife up and down the gap squeezed out: “I come back? ” I do not attend to answer, but can not wait to find chopsticks.