Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
Rita was in shopping mall, looking for a gift for her little daughter. Suddenly she stopped before a store, inside which were all kinds of dolls. "Why not a lovely doll? Girls like dolls," she thought as she stepped into the store. Looking around ,she saw a grandma doll--one with gray and a pair of glasses. As she gazed at it, in her mind somehow appeared Linda, her mother. When Rita was a little girl, she got her first doll form Linda for her birthday. She was very happy. Then the second, the third......,Rita began to feel puzzled, When she asked her mum the reason, the answer was always "A girl can never have enough dolls." Year after year, Rita grew up and Linda aged, but a doll a year from Linda never arrived late. "But why always a doll?" This question had been in Rita's mind until one day her father gave the answer. Little Linda dreamed to have a doll. Her parents promised one for her fifth birthday. Sadly, they both died in a traffic accident before it arrived .The never--received gift was the most precious* in her eyes. That's why she thought dolls were the best birthday gifts for Rita. Her mother's story being recalled ,Rita got an idea...... It was Linda's sixtieth birthday. The whole family gathered around the sixty-year-old lady when the doorbell rang, Much to Linda's surprise ,a package was delivered* to her, with a card read: Dear Linda, I forget to send you the package that you should have received on May 20,1956,your fifth birthday. The gift inside has aged ,but I felt that you might still wish to have it. Sorry for the lateness! Love, Angel of Joy Linda opened the package and saw a lovely grandma doll. She _ the doll that she had waited so many years to receive ,tears coursing down her face. The doll, given by "Angel of Joy", made her the happiest "child "alive .
1. What was she looking for?
2. Who was it for?
3. Where was she?
4. What did she want to get her?
5. Why that?
6. Did she see any interesting ones?
7. What did it look like?
8. What did she think of it?
9. What was her name?
10. Did her mom give her dolls?
11. Did she only get one?
12. What did she think of them?
13. Did she ask her mom why?
14. What did she say?
15. Did she ever find out why she kept getting them?
16. What did she think of when she thought of this?
17. What was it?
18. Who did she say gave it to her?
19. How did she feel about it?
20. So she was sad?

Numbered answers:
1. A gift
2. Her little daughter
3. In a shopping mall.
4. A doll
5. Girls like dolls
6. She saw a grandma doll
7. Gray and a pair of glasses
8. Her mother appeared
9. Linda
10. Yes
11. No
12. Rita began to feel puzzled
13. Yes
14. "A girl can never have enough dolls."
15. Yes
16. An idea
17. The grandma doll for Linda
18. Angel of Joy
19. Tears coursed down her face
20. No


Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
After much thought,I came up with a brilliant plan.I worked out a way for Rich to meet my mother and win her over.In fact,I arranged it so my mother would want to cook a meal especially for him. 

Rich was not only not Chinese and he was a few years younger than I was.And unfortunately,he looked much younger with his curly red hair,smooth pale skin,and the splash of orange freckles across his nose.He was a bit on the short side,compactly built.In his dark business suits,he looked nice but easily forgettable,which was why I didn't notice him the first year we worked together at the firm.But my mother noticed everything. 

"So what do you think of Rich?"I finally asked,holding my breath. 

She tossed the eggplant in the hot oil,angry hissing sound."So many spots on his face,"she said. 

"They are freckles.Freckles are good luck."I said a bit too heatedly in trying to raise my voice above the noise of the kitchen. 

"Oh?"She said innocently. 

"Yes,the more spots the better." 

She considered this a moment and then smiled and spoke in Chinese:"When you were young,you got the chicken pox.So many spots,you had to stay home for ten days.So lucky,you thought." 

I couldn't save Rich in the kitchen.And I couldn't save him later at the dinner table. 

When I offered Rich a fork,he insisted on using the slippery ivory chopsticks.Halfway between his plate and his open mouth,a large chunk of redcooked eggplant fell on his brand new white shirt. 

And then he helped himself to big portions of the shrimp and snow peas,not realizing he should have taken only a polite spoonful. 

He declined the new greens,the tender and expensive leaves of bean plants.He thought he was being polite by refusing seconds,when he should have followed my father's example,who made a big show of taking small portions of seconds,thirds and even fourths,always saying he couldn't resist another bite and then groaning he was so full he thought he would burst. 

But the worst was when Rich criticized my mother's cooking and he didn't even know what he had done.As is the Chinese cook's custom,my mother always made modest remarks about her own cooking.That night she chose to direct it toward her famous steamed pork and preserved vegetable dish,which she always served with special pride. 

"Ai!This dish not salty enough,no flavor,"she complained,after tasting a small bite. 

This was our family's cue to eat more and proclaim it the best she had ever made.But before we could do so,Rich said,"You know,all it needs is a little soy sauce."And he proceeded to pour a riverful of the salty black stuff on the china plate,right before my mother's horrified eyes. 

And even though I was hoping throughout the dinner that my mother would somehow see Rich's kindness,his sense of humor and boyish charm.I knew he had failed miserably in her eyes. 

Rich obviously had a different opinion on how the evening had gone.When we got home,I was still shuddering, _ remembering how Rich had firmly shaken both my parents'hands with that same easy familiarity he used with nervous new clients."Linda,Tim,"he said,"we'll see you again."My parents'names are Lindo and Tin Jong,and nobody except a few older family friends ever calls them by their first names. 

"What did she say when you told her?"I knew he was referring to our getting married. 

"I never had a chance,"I said,which was true.How could I have told my mother I was getting married,when at every possible moment we were alone,she seemed to remark on how pale and ill he looked. 

Rich was smiling."How long does it take to say,Mom,Dad,I am getting married?" 

"You don't understand.You don't understand my mother."
1. what does Rich look like?
2. does he have freckles?
3. what color hair?
4. is he older than her?
5. who is he going to meet?
6. how was it arranged?
7. What are her parents names?
8. What does Rich call them?
9. What was she supposed to tell her parents?
10. did she tell them?
11. why?
12. what did her mother say about Rich?
13. Did Rich use chopsticks or a fork?
14. how did that work for him?
15. what happened?
16. what did he do that was rude?
17. anything else?
18. how?
19. what did the mother compare freckles to?
20. what does the narrator say about freckles?


Numbered answers:
1. nice but easily forgettable
2. yes
3. red
4. no
5. the narrator's mother
6. so her mother would want to cook a meal especially for him.
7. Lindo and Tin Jong
8. Linda and Tim
9. That she was getting married to Rich.
10. no
11. She never had a chance.
12. how pale and ill he looked
13. chopsticks
14. Badly
15. eggplant fell on his brand new white shirt.
16. refusing seconds
17. criticized the mother's cooking
18. He poured soy sauce on it.
19. chicken pox
20. Freckles are good luck.