問題詳情

Brain and I were a few years into relationship and I still hadn’t cooked for him. He was a skillful cook and the thought of preparing a meal for him made me feel worried. Finally, one day I decided that I would make dinner for him Saturday night. I bought an Italian cookbook.Saturday afternoon I made the filling first. There was no problem. Next, I started with an egg in the well of some flour, and the mixture changed into a mound of dough (面团). I began to feel good about myself.I glanced around the kitchen, looking for a rolling pin. My eyes lit on a bottle of wine I had bought to go with dinner. Not as good as a pin, but it would do. I rolled as best as I could, and then cut the dough with a kitchen.Just as I was finishing, the doorbell rang. I put the tortellini I made into the fridge and greeted Brain. He had brought along a bottle of wine and a rose to celebrate the evening.The pot of water began to boil. Brain watched as I pulled the tortellini out of the fridge, and his eyes opened widely. “You made tortellini?” he asked, “By hand? I don’t even make that, and I have machines to do the job.”I dropped the tortellini into the boiling water, and soon they were ready. Everything looked perfect. We sat down, and I watched as Brain put one in his mouth and chewed (嚼). And chewed. And chewed.Then I tried one. It was very thick. I knew it was all over. Brain would just taste the food, and then leave early with a headache and disappear into the night.But he ate them, admitting that they were a little thick, but really not bad.
36. What made the writer feel worried at the beginning of the story?
(A) Making Brain a cook
(B) Cooking a meal for Brain
(C) Buying Brain a cookbook
(D) Ordering food for Brain

參考答案

答案：B
難度：適中0.5
統計：A(0),B(0),C(0),D(0),E(0)

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