出国前,我和老徐、小越是过节吃饺子、拿红包的北方人,老王、静宜是逢节煮元宵、拿“开门利是”的南方人。踏上曼彻斯特机场的廊桥后,我们都成了“外国人”。面对英国臭名昭著的料理水准,我们以“拼桌”顽强抵抗,每逢考试结束或中秋、除夕之类的节日,便齐聚在我和静宜的学生公寓,献出各自的拿手菜,拼出一桌大餐。久而久之,各自的拿手菜成了每个人的标签,当我想起他们,便会想起那些菜肴的香味,以及那段抱团取暖、携手奋进的少 Before I went abroad, I and Xu, Xiao Yue was the festival to eat dumplings, take the red envelope of the northerners, Pharaoh, static should be every festival cook Lantern Festival, take “to open Lee is ” southerners. After embarking on the Covered Bridge at Manchester Airport, we became “foreigners.” In the face of the notoriously high standard of cuisine in the UK, we stubbornly resisted ourselves with “sticking tables.” Every festival, such as the end of the exam or Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year’s Eve, Dish, spell out a table meal. With the passage of time, each dish has become its own label. When I think of them, I think of the aroma of those dishes,