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妈妈做的手工饺子上，没有任何产品标签。没有能量值，脂肪含量，也没有“每天五个”的说明。相反，我每吃一口，都能尝到爱和家的味道。 On the last evening of my mom's most recent trip to visit me in London, she sat across the table peeling pomegranate seeds into a big bowl. 最近，妈妈来伦敦看我。临走前一晚，她坐在桌对面，剥了一大碗的石榴籽。 "Eat this tomorrow after I'm gone, you lazy bee," she teased, dismissing the piles of books, clothes and electronics across the table waiting to be packed into her luggage. “明天我走之后，把这个吃了，你个懒虫。”她一边剥一边笑话我，尽管她还没有把桌对面成堆的书、衣物和电子设备等打包装好。 Mom knows me too well: pomegranate seeds are my favorite. They never appear on my food schedule though, as I lack the patience to peel them properly. 妈妈太了解我了：石榴是我的最爱。但它们从未进入我的食物清单，因为我没那个耐心去一颗颗地剥出来。 Mom doesn't have the patience either, except when it comes to feeding me. 其实妈妈也没那个耐心。只是为了我能吃上，她甘愿去做。 Her hand moved gently and swiftly, while her eyes looked carefully at the small watery little seeds, attentively trying not to crush them. 她的手轻柔敏捷地移动，眼睛紧紧盯着那一颗颗小小的多汁的石榴籽，生怕碰碎了它们。 | 
