加班返回家已是晚上9点多钟。进门一看,8岁的儿子乐乐正愁眉苦脸地坐在沙发上发呆。“怎么了,乐乐,是不是一个人在家害怕了?”我问儿子。“不是害怕,是肚子太饿了。”儿子委屈地说。“你没看见餐桌上的方便面和纸条吗?”我不解地问。“看到了,可我不会煮面条呀!”这时我才 Overtime home is already 9 o’clock in the evening. A look at the door, 8-year-old son Lele is distracted sitting on the sofa in a daze. “What’s wrong, Lele, is not a person afraid at home? ” I asked my son. “Not afraid, the stomach is too hungry. ” Son said grievances. “You did not see the instant noodles and notes on the table?” I asked puzzled. “See, but I will not cook noodles!”