一一个人吃饭,是很没意思的事,不过凌晓薇习惯了。她走进餐厅,坐在靠窗的位子上,点了一个菠萝包、一份牛肉饭、一碗汤。菠萝包的香味弥漫在空气里。那香味没有引出她的一点口水,她在拿起筷子前,先端详了一阵食物。她拿起小刀,机械地切开菠萝包,再切碎,然后用牙签插上,一点点地放到嘴里, One by one meal, is a very boring thing, but Ling Xiaowei used to it. She walked into the restaurant, sitting in the window seat, ordered a pineapple bag, a beef rice, a bowl of soup. The aroma of pineapple bag filled the air. The aroma did not lead her a little saliva, she pick up the chopsticks, a detailed food for a while. She picks up a knife, cuts the pineapple bag mechanically, shreds it again, inserts it with a toothpick and puts it in her mouth a little,