第一百五十八章 我的地盘听我的 (第7/8页)

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se culture， just like a mother''s love——never shows off， but always there.”

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老先生用叉子挑起素肠，冬瓜的脆嫩和香菇的醇厚在舌尖散开。他忽然从背包里掏出个小本子，翻到夹着银杏叶的一页——那是张老照片，年轻的他和母亲坐在葡萄架下，母亲手里拿着块点心。“This is my mother，”他指着照片，“She passed away last year. But today， when I ate your dessert， I felt like she was sitting next to me.”

陈露递过张纸巾，声音放轻了些：“Stories and food can keep people alive in our hearts. That''s why we learn these filial piety stories——not just to remember the past， but to carry the warmth forward.”徐涛给老先生续上茶，茶汤在杯底晃出涟漪：“We can pack some sesame cakes for you. They''ll stay fresh for three days. When you eat them， it''s like taking a little piece of today with you.”

晚上九点，老先生离开时，手里提着个纸包，里面是刚出炉的黑芝麻点心。他走到门口时，忽然转身对着邢成义他们鞠了一躬：“Thank you for letting me meet my mother again， in a Chinese restaurant， with sesame fragrance.”风把灯笼吹得轻轻摇晃，光晕在他花白的头发上跳动，像撒了把碎金。

送走客人后，后厨的灯还亮着。邢成义正在清洗雕冬瓜用的刻刀，刀刃上还沾着点青绿色的碎末。陈露抱着故事卡走进来，卡片上的英文注解被手指磨得