“吃了吗,您?”小时候我爸特怕人问这句话,因为我们家孩子太多,一个挨一个,一连串七个,加上那个年代缺吃少穿的,所以家里经常揭不开锅。要是家里来了客人,我爸就喜欢指着我们对客人说:“吃饭两张桌儿,干活没一个儿。”他一边从我们写过的本子上撕下纸条卷着呛人的旱烟,一边略带自嘲又略带自豪地望着炕上一 “Have you eaten yet?” “My dad was particularly afraid to ask this when I was a kid because my family had too many children, one by one, a series of seven, and the lack of food and clothing to wear in those days. If the family came to the guests, my dad would like to point us to the guests, saying, ”Eat two tables and do not work.“ ”He torn the note off the book we wrote Of the dry tobacco, while slightly self-deprecating and slightly proudly looking at the kang one