一个人的桌子

米娅九点走进一家小餐馆。餐厅里几乎没有人。一位穿白色围裙、看起来很累的服务员指了指角落的一张桌子。

Mia goes into a small restaurant at nine. The room is almost empty. A tired waiter in a white apron points to a table in the corner.

"只有您一位吗？"他问。米娅说是的。她一直都是一个人旅行。她有点紧张。菜单只是一张小小的纸。

"Just one?" he asks. Mia says yes. She always travels alone. She is a little nervous. The menu is on one small piece of paper.

米娅指了指一个词，她不认识这个词。服务员笑了。"今日特色菜，"他慢慢地说，"我奶奶的家常菜。如果您不喜欢，我再给您上别的。"

Mia points at a word. She does not know it. The waiter smiles. "The special," he says slowly. "My grandmother's food. If you do not like it, I bring something else."

食物端上来，装在一个厚重的碗里。菜很热，有大蒜和小块面包。米娅尝了尝。服务员在吧台那边看着她。

The food comes in a heavy bowl. It is hot, with garlic and little pieces of bread. Mia tries it. The waiter watches her from the bar.

米娅朝他竖起大拇指。他笑了，又给她的杯子倒满。"太好了，"他说，"明天再来。到时候我告诉您里面都有什么。"

Mia gives him a thumbs up. He laughs and fills her glass again. "Good," he says. "Come back tomorrow. Then I tell you what is in it."