她下班回到家时已经很晚了,随手掀开堆积在沙发上的杂乱衣物,她便拿出刚买的宵夜大口大口地吃起来。炒粉还有着余热,以至于吃起来不会太硬,但却还不够筋道,盐味也差了些,她想。她不是美食家,但却对这炒粉格外挑剔。高中时期,她热衷于此,晚自习回家,她的妈妈定会为她炒上一碗,以填补学习一天的空虚。妈妈炒的粉总是入味而有弹性,以致今日,她开始挑剔起外面的粉来,不是熟悉的味道…… When she got home from work, she was already very late. She opened the messy clothes piled up on the sofa, and she took out what she had bought and ate it day and night. There is still so much heat in the frying powder that it won’t be too hard to eat, but it’s not enough and the salt taste is worse, she thought. She is not a foodie, but she is particularly critical of this fried powder. When she was in high school, she was eager to go home. She was going to go home to go home. Her mother would surely fry it for her to fill the emptiness of learning a day. The mother’s fried powder is always tasty and elastic, so today she began to pick up the powder outside, not the familiar taste...