兰州拉面娘 | The Noodle Master of Lanzhou
"兰州黄河边的面馆里，一位丰满的女拉面师用一清二白三红四绿五黄征服每一位食客... By the Yellow River in Lanzhou, a curvaceous female noodle master conquers every diner with the five colors of authentic Lanzhou noodles..."
兰州拉面娘 | The Noodle Master of Lanzhou
第一章 | Chapter One: 黄河之滨 (By the Yellow River)
兰州是唯一被黄河穿城而过的省会城市，也是牛肉拉面的故乡。
Lanzhou is the only provincial capital where the Yellow River flows through the city, and the hometown of beef noodles.
河边最老的面馆由马秀芳经营，四十七岁，回族人，身材丰满，是少有的女拉面师。
The oldest noodle shop by the river was run by Ma Xiufang, forty-seven, Hui ethnicity, with a full figure, a rare female noodle master.
"拉面讲究一清二白三红四绿五黄，" 她常说，"少一样都不正宗。"
"Authentic noodles require five colors: clear soup, white radish, red chili, green cilantro, yellow noodles," she often said. "Missing one isn't authentic."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 丝路行者 (Silk Road Traveler)
那年夏天，一位骑行丝绸之路的德国旅行者来到她的面馆。
That summer, a German traveler cycling the Silk Road came to her noodle shop.
"马老板，" 他吃完一碗又点一碗，"这是我吃过最好的面。"
"Boss Ma," he finished one bowl and ordered another, "these are the best noodles I've ever had."
秀芳正在拉面，丰满的臂膀有力地抖动着面团，面条如丝般飞舞。
Xiufang was pulling noodles, her full arms powerfully shaking the dough, noodles dancing like silk.
"因为这是用心做的，" 她抬起头，眼中带着骄傲，"和你的旅行一样。"
"Because they're made with heart," she raised her head, pride in her eyes, "just like your journey."
第三章 | Chapter Three: 黄河夜话 (Yellow River Night Talk)
"想知道拉面的秘密吗？" 那晚收工后，她邀请他去黄河边散步。
"Want to know the secret of noodle pulling?" That night after work, she invited him for a walk by the Yellow River.
河水奔涌，夜风习习。
The river surged, night breezes blew.
"拉面的秘诀在于和面，" 她说，"要有筋道，像人生一样。"
"The secret of noodle pulling is in kneading the dough," she said. "It must be elastic, like life."
她转过身，月光下丰腴的身影格外动人："想学吗？"
She turned, her full figure especially moving in the moonlight: "Want to learn?"
他点头，她拉起他的手。那一夜，他们在黄河的涛声中学会了彼此的节奏。
He nodded, and she took his hand. That night, amid the Yellow River's roar, they learned each other's rhythm.
第四章 | Chapter Four: 一碗面的距离 (The Distance of One Bowl)
"你还要继续骑行吗？" 他启程那天，她问。
"Will you continue cycling?" she asked the day he departed.
他看着黄河的方向："我会骑到终点，然后再骑回来。"
He looked toward the Yellow River: "I'll ride to the end, then ride back."
"为什么？"
"Why?"
"因为终点有你。" 他接过她递来的一袋干粮——都是她亲手做的馍馍，"一碗面的距离，我愿意走一辈子。"
"Because you're at the finish line." He took the bag of provisions she handed him—all flatbreads she made by hand. "For the distance of one bowl of noodles, I'm willing to walk a lifetime."
在兰州的黄河边，有些味道比牛肉面更让人魂牵梦绕...
By Lanzhou's Yellow River, some flavors haunt the soul more than beef noodles...