读后续写烘焙店打工 讲义-2024届高三英语二轮复习

读后续写：烘焙店打工(教师版) 一、原文 Aram and Rossi's Bakery Walking along the narrow brick sidewalk, Aram took a deep breath. The air smelled of lemons and baked bread and coffee, coming from Rossi's Italian Bakery. He was almost there. Aram still couldn't believe his luck. All his friends were working boring summer jobs - waiting tables and babysitting. And here he was, about to start as an actual baker s assistant, doing what he loved. It was all thanks to his Aunt Rita. She knew Mrs. Rossi and had arranged everything. It was the perfect experience for his future career. Rossi's Bakery, he was sure, would one day be known as the place where he got his start. Ah, here he was - the bakery. A faded wooden sign over the door read “Rossi's Bakery.” Aram straightened his shoulders and entered. Mrs. Rossi was sitting at the counter, looking old and wise. Aram greeted her and stuck out his hand. Mrs. Rossi looked at it for a second before turning around and waving him inside. “I'm ready to learn everything,” Aram said. “Great. Let's start with the cash register,” Mrs. Rossi said, “because that's what you'll be doing.” She showed him how to use the cash register. It wasn't hard. The pastry trays were all marked by price, and there weren't that many choices anyway. “That's it?” Aram said, his heart sinking. “But when do we bake?” “Bake? I order wholesale now. No more baking. I’m too old.” Then Mrs. Rossi silently held up her hands. Aram took in her knotted, swollen fingers, and he understood. A wave of disappointment struck him. Sadness overwhelmed him so suddenly that he couldn't think of a word to say. He sighed, and Mrs. Rossi sighed, too. “I used to bake it all. Bread and cakes. And no one did it better than me. But that was when these things worked,” said Mrs. Rossi holding up her hands once more and glancing across the shelves filled with empty bottles labelled with names of the various ingredients (配料) she once used. Suddenly she came alive, waving her arthritic (关节炎的) hands.