Chapter 13

ChAPTER THIRTEEN "I feel really bad." Now it was Kate's turn to slump on the flour sack of sadness. "No point in that now," said Tiger, who was munching on the last of Simon's biscuits. "The question is, what are you going to do about it?" Kate sighed. There was nothing in The Special Correspondent Manual about this. But just as she began to head dangerously close to wallowing, a

第十三章 “我好难受啊。” 现在轮到凯特耷拉着脑袋，瘫坐在装着伤心情绪的面粉袋上了。 “现在难过也没用啦。”老虎一边说，一边嘎嘣嘎嘣啃着西蒙剩下的最后几块饼干。 “问题是，接下来你打算怎么办呀？” 凯特叹了口气。 《特派员手册》里可半点儿没提过这种情况该怎么处理。 可就在她眼看着就要陷进负面情绪里爬不出来的时候，一个

brilliant idea started to fizz in her mind. "Quick! What's the time?" Rupert squinted at the moon. "Eleven twenty-one." "Excellent. Tiger, do you think we've got enough in the kitchen to feed everyone?" He nodded. "Simon's been using just eggs, which has been extremely painful to witness. There are practically mountains of ingredients here!"

绝妙的主意开始在她脑子里咕嘟咕嘟冒了出来。 “快！ 现在几点啦？” 鲁珀特眯着眼睛瞅了瞅月亮。 “十一点二十一分。” “太棒了。 老虎，你觉得厨房里的东西够给所有人做吃的吗？” 他点了点头。 “西蒙之前就只用鸡蛋，看着可真是太让人糟心了。 这儿的食材简直堆得像小山一样！”

Kate stood up on her flour sack. "We are going to cook the most incredible feast RIGHT NOW! We're going to serve it for breakfast, and make Madame Maude love you." "And everyone else too!" piped up Rupert. "Once they hear your story and taste your food, they'll forget all about the fact that you may have er... "borrowed" some of their things." "Here's to that, my little soufflés!" said a beaming Tiger, immediately handing them each a chef's hat and apron- how he managed to procure a tiny one for Rupert, Kate would never know. So as the train rumbled on through mountain tunnels and skated round

凯特直接站到了她坐着的那个面粉袋上。 “我们现在就要做一顿全世界最棒的大餐！ 我们就把这顿饭当早餐端上去，保证莫德夫人会喜欢上你们的。” “其他人也都会喜欢的！”鲁珀特尖声补充道。 “等他们听完你们的故事，尝过你们做的好吃的，就会把你们之前呃……‘借’过他们东西的事儿全忘光啦。” “那就祝我们成功，我的小松饼们！”老虎笑得一脸灿烂，说完立刻给他们俩每人递了一顶厨师帽和一条围裙——他是怎么搞到那么小一条适合鲁珀特的围裙的，凯特永远也想不明白。 于是火车轰隆隆地穿过山间隧道，又贴着

silvery lakes, the midnight chefs began their work. With flour on their noses and egg white clinging to their hair (and fur), they whipped up chocolate cakes, pecan pies, loaves of cherry bread, waffles, chocolate soups, quivering jellies, simmering golden sauces that they poured over sponges, and stacks and stacks of Tiger's special pancakes. He taught them how to fold pastry so it fluffed up into little birds in the oven, and how to grate chocolate so it drifted down in elegant curls. He was an excellent teacher. Although his paws were huge and hairy, he handled each creation with delicate care. Rupert was unexpectedly talented at

银光闪闪的湖泊绕行的时候，这群午夜小厨师开始忙活起来了。 他们鼻子上沾着面粉，头发（还有毛）上挂着蛋清，忙活着做出了巧克力蛋糕、碧根果派、一条条樱桃面包、华夫饼、巧克力浓汤、颤巍巍的果冻，还有浇在海绵蛋糕上咕嘟冒着泡的金黄酱汁，以及一摞又一摞老虎的特制煎饼。 他教他们怎么叠酥皮，这样酥皮进了烤箱烤好之后就会鼓起来，像一只只小鸟，还教他们怎么擦巧克力碎，才能让碎末像优雅的小卷儿一样轻轻飘下来。 他可真是个超棒的老师。 虽然他的爪子又大又毛茸茸的，但对待每一样做好的食物都特别小心翼翼。 鲁珀特在打鸡蛋这方面居然意外地有天赋，他