4 Ch4-Chicken Klutz

Chapter 4 Chicken Klutz "Mr. Klutz! What are you doing here?" I asked. "Are you the new lunch lady?" asked Andrea. "I'm the lunch, uh, person for today," Mr. Klutz said. "The new lunch lady is Ms. LaGrange. She starts tomorrow."

第四章小鸡笨手笨脚 这些外行!你在这里做什么?”我问。 “你是新来的午餐小姐吗?”安德里亚问。 “我是今天的午餐，嗯，”克鲁茨说。 “新来的午餐大妈是。 拉格朗日。她明天开始上班。”

Mr. Klutz looked funny. He was wearing a lunch lady hairnet, which was really weird because he doesn't have any hair at all. His head is like a beach ball. It looked like a beach ball in a net.

克鲁茨先生看起来很滑稽。他戴着一个午餐女士发网，这真的很奇怪，因为他根本没有头发。 他的头像个沙滩球。 它看起来就像一个网里的沙滩球。

Mr. Klutz showed us something new that he installed in the middle of the vomitorium to help us be quiet— a traffic light on a big pole. When the light is green, he told us, we're allowed to talk. When it's yellow, we can whisper. And when it's red, we have "silent lunch." Usually during lunch everybody is yelling and screaming. You have to scream just to be heard over the other kids who are screaming so they can be heard. And then you have to scream even louder. It just goes on and on. Maybe the

克鲁茨先生给我们看了一件新东西，那是他为了让我们保持安静而安装在体育场中央的——一根大杆子上的交通灯。 他告诉我们，绿灯亮的时候，我们可以说话。 当它是黄色的，我们可以低语。 当它是红色的时候，我们吃“无声午餐”。 通常在午餐时，每个人都在大喊大叫。 你必须尖叫才能盖过其他孩子的尖叫声，这样才能被听到。 然后你得喊得更大声。 它一直在继续。也许

traffic light would help. Mr. Klutz told us he loves to cook at home, and he made all the food himself. Little Miss Perfect Andrea said she and her mother cook together all the time. "We only eat organic food at home," Andrea said. "You eat organs?" I asked. "That's disgusting!" There was a chalkboard that listed all the foods Mr. Klutz had made for us: macaroni and cheese... tuna casserole ...meat loaf... "What's that stuff?" I asked, pointing at some mystery meat covered in brown goo.

交通灯会有所帮助。克鲁茨先生告诉我们他喜欢在家做饭，所有的食物都是他自己做的。 完美小姐安德里亚说她和妈妈总是一起做饭。 “我们在家只吃有机食品，”安德里亚说。 “你吃器官?”我问。 “真恶心!”有一块黑板，上面列出了克鲁茨先生为我们做的所有食物:通心粉和奶酪…… 金枪鱼砂锅…肉块…… “那是什么东西?”我指着一块裹着棕色粘稠物的神秘肉问道。

"That's an old family recipe," said Mr. Klutz. "I call it chicken Klutz." I call it disgusting. But I didn't say that out loud. "The only chicken I eat is chicken nuggets," I said. "Chicken Klutz is real chicken," Mr. Klutz said. "Try it, A.J." "Does it have bones in it?" "Of course!" Mr. Klutz said. "Chickens have bones, just like people." I told Mr. Klutz I wasn't hungry. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him his chicken looked like somebody threw up on it. I got a carton of chocolate milk and sat at a table with Ryan and Michael.

“这是一个古老的家庭食谱，”克鲁茨说。 “我管它叫鸡笨手笨脚。” 我觉得恶心。但我没有大声说出来。 “我只吃鸡块，”我说。 “鸡克鲁茨是真正的鸡，”克鲁茨说。 “试试看，A.J.。”“里面有骨头吗?”“当然!”克鲁茨说。 “鸡和人一样有骨头。” 我告诉克鲁茨先生我不饿。 我不想伤害他的感情，告诉他他的鸡看起来像被人吐了一样。 我拿了一盒巧克力牛奶，和瑞恩和迈克尔坐在一张桌子旁。

I opened my backpack and dumped the cookies, chips, candy, pretzels, and other junk food on the table. Everybody got all excited. Even Andrea and her annoying friends turned around so they could witness my awesomely cool lunch, live and in person. "You should eat smarter," Andrea said. "Proper

我打开背包，把饼干、薯片、糖果、椒盐脆饼和其他垃圾食品倒在桌子上。 每个人都很兴奋。 就连安德里亚和她那些讨厌的朋友也转过身来，亲眼见证了我酷毙了的午餐。 “你应该吃得更聪明，”安德里亚说。 “适当的