“擦抽油烟机啦!擦排风扇啦!”我正在厨房,忽然听到楼下传来一阵吆喝声。我下意识地抬头看了看厨房里的抽油烟机,满身油污,都分不清鼻子眼儿,于是我对妈妈说:“妈妈,楼下有个擦油烟机的,把油烟机擦擦吧。”我急忙跑到楼下,见一位大叔坐在一个小木凳上等活计。我打量了他一下:大叔60多岁,花白的头发都盖不住头皮了,古铜色的脸上 “Wipe the hood! Rub the fan it! ” I was in the kitchen, suddenly heard a cry downstairs. I subconsciously looked up at the kitchen range hood, covered with oil, can not tell the nose, so I said to my mother: "Mom, downstairs there is a smoke machine, the hood wipe Let’s go downstairs and see an uncle sitting on a wooden bench waiting for a living. I looked at him: Uncle 60 years old, gray hair can not cover the scalp, the bronze face