“咕噜咕噜……”温水浸没了杯底的咖啡色粉末,把一圈白色的泡沫顶到杯口,银勺在“混水”中快乐地跳起舞来。透过飘袅的雾气,我依稀见到书中的那个女孩,坐在对面微笑着捧起杯子:“这可是地道的爱尔兰咖啡哦!”我顺着甘甜的香味低下头去,仿佛自己已身处于爱尔兰广阔的大草原,面? “Hey ...” warm water immersed the brown powder on the bottom of the cup, and put a circle of white foam on top of the cup. The silver spoon danced happily in the “mixed water”. Through the misty mist, I vaguely saw the girl in the book, sitting across and smiling and holding the cup: “This is authentic Irish coffee!” I lowered my head along with the sweet scent, as if I were alone In Ireland’s vast prairie, face?