Brain and I were a few years into relationship and I still hadn’t cooked for him. He was a skillful cook and the thought of preparing a meal for him made me feel worried. Finally, one day I decided that I would make dinner for him Saturday night. I bought an Italian cookbook.
Saturday afternoon I made the filling first. There was no problem. Next, I started with an egg in the well of some flour, and the mixture changed into a mound of dough (面团). I began to feel good about myself.
I glanced around the kitchen, looking for a rolling pin. My eyes lit on a bottle of wine I had bought to go with dinner. Not as good as a pin, but it would do. I rolled as best as I could, and then cut the dough with a kitchen.
Just as I was finishing, the doorbell rang. I put the tortellini I made into the fridge and greeted Brain. He had brought along a bottle of wine and a rose to celebrate the evening.
The pot of water began to boil. Brain watched as I pulled the tortellini out of the fridge, and his eyes opened widely. “You made tortellini?” he asked, “By hand? I don’t even make that, and I have machines to do the job.”
I dropped the tortellini into the boiling water, and soon they were ready. Everything looked perfect. We sat down, and I watched as Brain put one in his mouth and chewed (嚼). And chewed. And chewed.
Then I tried one. It was very thick. I knew it was all over. Brain would just taste the food, and then leave early with a headache and disappear into the night.
But he ate them, admitting that they were a little thick, but really not bad. 【題組】37. Why did Brain bring wine and a rose to the writer?
(A) To show that he was pleased to have the tortellini
(B) To expect his happiness to have the dinner
(C) To tell her that he’d remembered the dinner
(D) To show that he was her good friend
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