一盘热饺子

类别：生活方式

邻里间借由一只永不落空的盘子传递美食，写就了长达三年的温情纽带。

时长 55 秒 · 语速 147 wpm

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We'd been in the new apartment for five days. 我们搬进新公寓已经五天了。

Boxes everywhere. 到处都是纸箱。

On Sunday evening, someone knocked. 周日晚上，有人敲门。

It was an older woman from across the hall. 是对门住着的一位上了年纪的阿姨。

She was holding a plate covered with a cloth, 她手里端着一个盖着布的盘子，

and steam was coming out at the edges. 热气正从边缘冒出来。

"I made too many," she said. “我包多了，”她说。

Nobody makes too many by accident. 哪有人会不小心做多呢。

Dumplings. 是饺子。

We ate them standing up, among the boxes, 我们就站在一堆纸箱中间吃了，

and for the first time that week, 那一周里，那是第一次，

the place felt like somewhere people lived. 这地方终于有了点烟火气。

Then I had a problem. 接着我就犯难了。

The plate. 那个盘子。

My mother taught me one rule about plates. 我妈教过我一个关于盘子的规矩。

You never give one back empty. 给人还盘子，绝不能空着还。

So I baked cookies, badly, and carried the plate across the hall. 于是我烤了饼干，虽然烤得不怎么样，还是端着盘子送去了对门。

A week later, it came back. 一周后，盘子又回来了。

With spring rolls. 里面装着春卷。

That plate has been crossing the hall for three years. 那个盘子就这样在过道两边来来回回端了三年。

Neither of us will let it end. 我们谁都不想让这件事停下来。