Thirty-two. The last one of these, they say.
三十二度，说是最后一天这样。
The dry air came down as far as Tohoku and stopped there.
干空气南下到日本东北就停住了，没再往下走。
Tomorrow thirty-one. After that, under twenty-five.
明天三十一，后天开始二十五都不到。
Oil on at four with the windows shut, on the hottest afternoon of the week.
下午四点开火炸茄子，窗关着，热得没道理。
Eggplant goes in dry. Comes out holding everything.
茄子下锅是干的，捞上来什么都吸得住。
Cold dashi, then the fridge.
倒进凉高汤，进冰箱。
Cold by seven.
七点拿出来，凉透了。
