蒋慕承没接话，直接岔开话题，把盛好的汤端到她嘴边：“先喝点汤。”                                                                                苏韵低头压着碗边喝了几两，抬头问：“鱼汤？”                                                                                “恩，你不吃鱼，只能做成汤。”蒋慕承自己也喝了几口，低头开始专心致志的吃饭。                                                                                苏韵戳了几粒米放嘴里，细细咀嚼着，抬眸看他：“我爱吃鱼的，就是不会挑刺。”以前都是舅舅挑，后来是傅明琰，再后来，她就不吃鱼了。                                                                                其实她后来自己都分不清楚，到底是怕睹物思人，还是真的就不会挑鱼刺，怕被鱼刺卡到。                                                                                以至于，她最后连带着鱼丸都不再吃。                                                                                蒋慕承意味深长的看了她几眼，没说话，差不多快要吃完时，他突然说了句：“等我们回北京，我每天让厨师做鱼，多挑挑也就熟能生巧。”                                                                                苏韵无语的看他，愤恨的刨了两口饭进嘴里，一口烟下去，差点噎个半死，蒋慕承把汤端给她：“苏韵，你两岁半是吗？”                                                                                “不是，两岁零五个月！”                                                                                蒋慕承被她气的笑了出来，“就知道犟嘴！”                                                                                苏韵翻了个白眼。                                                                                蒋慕承这才说：“我也不会挑鱼刺。”                                                                                接着又道：“你们这些拿手术刀的医生都心灵手巧，挑鱼刺这样的小事，挑两回就能熟练。”                                                                                最后他