如果说有什么东西在折磨着她,那就是一日三餐的永久“刑罚”。因为它们不仅仅必须按时,而且必须完美无瑕,必须符合他的喜好,但同时又不能去问他。而如果她真的问了——依照那无数条仪式性的家庭礼节中的一条——他就会看着报纸,连眼皮也不抬地回答说:“随便,什么都行。”他说的是真心话,而且和颜悦色,自认为没有哪个丈夫比他更好说话了。可到了吃饭的时候,“随便什么”就不行了,必须符合他的喜好,不能有半点瑕疵:肉不能有肉味儿,鱼不 If there is something that afflicts her, it is a permanent “penalty” for three meals a day. Because they must not only be on time, they must be flawless and must be in accordance with his preferences, but they should not be asked at the same time. And if she really asked - in accordance with one of the myriad ceremonial family courtesies - he would read the newspaper, not even eyelid replied, “Anything, whatever.” Talking is true, and pleasant, since no husband thought he spoke better than him. When it is time to eat, “whatever ” will not work, must meet his preferences, can not have the slightest flaw: the meat can not have meat, fish