火锅女王 | The Hotpot Queen of Chengdu
"成都老巷子里的火锅店，一位丰满泼辣的老板娘让食客们欲罢不能... In the old alleys of Chengdu, a curvaceous and fiery restaurant owner leaves customers craving more..."
火锅女王 | The Hotpot Queen of Chengdu
第一章 | Chapter One: 老巷深处 (Deep in the Old Alleys)
成都宽窄巷子附近，有一家只有本地人才知道的火锅店。
Near the Wide and Narrow Alleys of Chengdu, there was a hotpot restaurant known only to locals.
老板娘刘红梅，四十六岁，身材丰满火辣，性格和她的火锅一样——麻辣鲜香。
The owner, Liu Hongmei, forty-six, with a full and fiery figure, had a personality like her hotpot—numbing, spicy, and irresistibly flavorful.
"怕辣？" 她总是这样问新客人，"那你来错地方了。"
"Afraid of spice?" she always asked new customers. "Then you've come to the wrong place."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 微辣试探 (A Touch of Heat)
那个雨夜，一位台湾来的美食作家走进了她的店。
On that rainy night, a food writer from Taiwan walked into her restaurant.
"给我来最辣的，" 他说。
"Give me the spiciest," he said.
红梅上下打量着他，嘴角勾起一抹笑："你确定？我这儿的辣，可不是一般人能受得了的。"
Hongmei looked him up and down, a smile curling at her lips: "Are you sure? The heat here isn't something ordinary people can handle."
她端来一锅红彤彤的汤底，花椒和辣椒的香气扑鼻而来。
She brought out a pot of fiery red broth, the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and chilies filling the air.
"慢慢来，" 她坐在他对面，旗袍下丰满的大腿若隐若现，"好东西要慢慢品。"
"Take it slow," she sat across from him, her full thighs beneath the qipao appearing and disappearing from view. "Good things must be savored slowly."
第三章 | Chapter Three: 越辣越爱 (The Hotter, the Better)
打烊后，她邀请他品尝她的"私房菜"。
After closing time, she invited him to taste her "private dishes."
"这是我秘制的辣椒酱，" 她用手指沾了一点，送到他唇边，"尝尝？"
"This is my secret chili sauce," she dipped a finger in it and brought it to his lips. "Taste?"
他舔去她指尖的辣酱，辣得他眼泪都快流出来，却又欲罢不能。
He licked the sauce from her fingertip, the heat bringing tears to his eyes, yet he couldn't stop.
"够辣吗？" 她问，解开旗袍的扣子。
"Spicy enough?" she asked, undoing the buttons of her qipao.
"不够，" 他将她拉入怀中，"我还想要更辣的。"
"Not enough," he pulled her into his arms. "I want it even spicier."
那一夜，他们的热情比九宫格火锅还要沸腾。
That night, their passion boiled hotter than a nine-grid hotpot.
第四章 | Chapter Four: 余味悠长 (Lingering Aftertaste)
"你会写什么？" 清晨，她问，一边煮着热腾腾的红油抄手。
"What will you write?" she asked in the morning, while cooking steaming red-oil wontons.
他看着她丰腴的背影，微笑道："我会写，成都最好吃的不是火锅。"
He watched her full figure from behind and smiled: "I'll write that the best thing in Chengdu isn't the hotpot."
"那是什么？"
"Then what is it?"
"是火锅女王。"
"It's the Hotpot Queen."
她转过身，脸上带着比辣椒还红的红晕："那你要常来，我的火锅，永远为你开着。"
She turned around, her face flushed redder than chili: "Then you must come often. My hotpot will always be ready for you."
在成都的烟火气里，有些味道一辈子都忘不掉...
In the smoky warmth of Chengdu, some flavors can never be forgotten...