在一个阴暗潮湿的日子里,大卫的妈妈正在家里烘焙蛋糕。高高的城市上空,一个巫婆活像一块孤独的煤炭飞旋着急驰而下。她顺着风的方向,闻到了一股极其亲切温暖的人间美味。平时,这个巫婆唯一的食物就是别的巫婆给她烤制的蛋糕,一吃就是许多年。这些蛋糕难吃死了,巫婆们的厨艺真不咋地。你说施施魔法念几句咒语吧,又把平平常常的菜肴给弄得一塌糊涂。反正她们的烤盘闻起来就有一股湿润润和锈巴巴的怪味道。 On a dark, humid day, David’s mother is baking the cake at home. Over a tall city, a witch flew like a lonely coal whirling down. She followed the direction of the wind, smelled an extremely warm and delicious human world. Usually, the only food for this witch is the cake that other witch bakes to her, and eating is for many years. These cakes are unpalatable and the witch’s cooking is really not good. You say magic spell spell it a few words, and the usual dishes to make a mess. Anyway, their baking dish smells wet, rusty and rusty.