Every autumn, the town holds a pie contest. This year, the judge is a robot. It is short and round. It has a silver spoon for one hand. Its name is Tasty.
每年秋天，小镇都会举办派比赛。今年的评委是一个机器人。它又矮又圆，一只手是银色的勺子。它的名字叫“美味”。
Yuri stands in line with his pie. His hands are cold. The pie is his grandmother's apple pie. She made it every autumn. Now she lives far away, so Yuri makes it.
尤里捧着他的派站在队伍里，双手冰凉。这是他奶奶的苹果派，她每年秋天都会做。现在她住得很远，所以由尤里来做。
Yuri is up at five this morning. He peels twelve apples. He makes the top of the pie by hand. Now he is afraid. His pie looks plain.
尤里今天早上五点就起床了。他削了十二个苹果，亲手做好了派的顶皮。现在他很害怕，因为他的派看起来太普通了。
Next to him stands Pedro. Pedro has a tall, beautiful pie with a gold top. "Good luck," Pedro says. "My pie is the best in town."
他旁边站着佩德罗。佩德罗的派又高又漂亮，顶上金灿灿的。“祝你好运，”佩德罗说，“我的派是全镇最好的。”
"It looks very nice," Yuri says.
“看起来很漂亮，”尤里说。
Pedro smiles. "I know."
佩德罗笑了。“我知道。”
Tasty rolls down the table. It stops at the first pie. The spoon goes in. The robot's eyes turn blue. "Sweet: seven," it says. "Soft: eight. Smell: six. Total: twenty-one."
“美味”沿着桌子滚过来，在第一个派前停下。勺子伸进去，机器人的眼睛变成了蓝色。“甜度：七。松软：八。香味：六。总分：二十一。”它说。
People clap. Tasty rolls to the next pie, and the next one. It says numbers every time. Nobody asks why.
人们鼓掌。“美味”滚向下一个派，再下一个，每次都报出数字。没有人问为什么。
Then Tasty stops at Pedro's pie. The crowd is quiet. The spoon goes in. The eyes turn blue.
然后“美味”停在佩德罗的派前，人群安静下来。勺子伸进去，眼睛变成蓝色。
"Sweet: nine. Soft: nine. Smell: nine. Total: twenty-seven," says Tasty.
“甜度：九。松软：九。香味：九。总分：二十七。”“美味”说。
Pedro lifts his arms. "You see?" he says to Yuri. "The best."
佩德罗举起双臂。“看到了吧？”他对尤里说，“最好的。”
Yuri looks at his own pie. It is small and a little brown. One side is not round. He wants to go home.
尤里看着自己的派。它小小的，颜色有点深，有一边不够圆。他想回家了。
But Tasty rolls to him. The spoon goes in. Yuri closes his eyes.
可“美味”滚到了他面前。勺子伸进去，尤里闭上了眼睛。
Nothing happens. Yuri opens his eyes. Tasty does not say a number. The robot's eyes are green, not blue.
什么也没有发生。尤里睁开眼睛。“美味”没有报数字，它的眼睛是绿色的，不是蓝色。
"Please wait," says Tasty. "I need another bite."
“请稍等，”“美味”说，“我需要再尝一口。”
The spoon goes in again. Then again. People begin to whisper. Pedro frowns.
勺子又伸了进去，一次又一次。人们开始窃窃私语，佩德罗皱起了眉头。
"Error," says Tasty. "I cannot give numbers. This pie is warm. It smells like a kitchen. It tastes like a Sunday afternoon."
“出错了，”“美味”说，“我无法给出数字。这个派是暖的，闻起来像一间厨房，吃起来像一个星期天的下午。”
"Is that good?" Yuri asks.
“这样好吗？”尤里问。
"I do not know," says Tasty. "I only know I want more."
“我不知道，”“美味”说，“我只知道我还想再吃。”
The robot eats a third bite. Then it eats a fourth. The crowd laughs. A little girl shouts, "Give him the prize!"
机器人吃了第三口，又吃了第四口。人群笑了起来。一个小女孩大喊：“把奖给他！”
The two other judges are bakers. They look at each other. The first baker says, "Pedro's pie has the best score."
另外两位评委是面包师，他们互相看了看。第一位面包师说：“佩德罗的派得分最高。”
"Yes," says the second baker. "But the robot wants more of Yuri's pie. That is a new kind of score."
“对，”第二位说，“但机器人还想再吃尤里的派。这是一种新的分数。”
They talk for a minute. Then they stand up. Pedro gets the first prize. Yuri gets a special prize. It is a small gold spoon.
他们商量了一会儿，然后站了起来。佩德罗得了一等奖，尤里得了一个特别奖，是一把小小的金勺子。
Pedro is quiet for a moment. Then he walks to Yuri. "May I try your pie?" he asks.
佩德罗沉默了片刻，然后走向尤里。“我能尝尝你的派吗？”他问。
Yuri cuts him a piece. Pedro eats it slowly. He nods. "It tastes like my grandmother's kitchen too," he says. "Can you show me how to make it?"
尤里切了一块给他。佩德罗慢慢地吃，点了点头。“它尝起来也像我奶奶的厨房，”他说，“你能教我怎么做吗？”
"Of course," says Yuri. "Come to my house on Sunday."
“当然，”尤里说，“星期天来我家吧。”
Pedro grins. "I will bring the apples," he says. "You bring the secret."
佩德罗咧嘴笑了。“我带苹果来，”他说，“你带秘诀。”
"There is no secret," says Yuri. "You just take your time."
“没有什么秘诀，”尤里说，“只要不着急就行。”
Tasty rolls back to the table. It looks at the empty plate. Its eyes turn green again.
“美味”滚回桌边，看着空盘子，眼睛又变成了绿色。
"Please make one more pie," the robot says. "Score: infinite."
“请再做一个派，”机器人说，“分数：无穷大。”
