“人如果没有梦想,那跟咸鱼有什么分别?”苏子莫把一只脚搭在凳子上,抱着胳膊,豪情万丈地吼出了星爷的这句台词。“有梦想是好事,但不能‘痴心妄想’。”某学霸撑着下巴,苦劝浪子回头。“所谓痴心妄想,比如说‘我要比比尔·盖茨还有钱’啊,‘我要奴役全宇宙’啊,‘我要超过炎褚祤’啊……”某学霸说着,一副历经沧桑、看破红尘的架势。把镜头转回到烹饪课上,苏子莫表情纠结地望着面前做好的寿司,曾经尝了自己做的食 “If people do not have a dream, then what is the difference with the salted fish?” Su Zimo put a foot on the stool, holding his arm, pride roared out of Ye Xing’s lines. “There is a dream is a good thing, but can not ’wishful thinking’. ” Some one school tyrants chin, bitter persuade prodigal son looking back. "The so-called wishful thinking, for example, ’I want to have more money than Bill Gates’ ah, ’I want to enslave the universe’ ah, ’I want more than Yan Chu 祤 ah ... ...’ Vice experienced vicissitudes of life, breaking the red posture. Turn the lens back to the cooking class, Su Mo momentary looking intently in front of the sushi, had tasted their own food