石磨面坊娘 | The Flour Mill Owner of Shijiazhuang
"石家庄郊外的古老面坊里，一位丰满的女主人用传统石磨研磨出最纯粹的面粉和爱情... In an ancient flour mill outside Shijiazhuang, a curvaceous owner grinds the purest flour and love with traditional stone mills..."
石磨面坊娘 | The Flour Mill Owner of Shijiazhuang
第一章 | Chapter One: 太行山下 (Beneath Taihang Mountains)
石家庄郊外的小村里，有一座百年石磨面坊。
In a small village outside Shijiazhuang, there stood a century-old stone flour mill.
面坊的主人叫赵麦香，四十九岁，身材丰满结实，双手能推动几百斤重的石磨。
The mill's owner was named Zhao Maixiang, forty-nine, with a full and sturdy figure, hands strong enough to push a stone mill weighing hundreds of pounds.
"机器磨的面没有灵魂，" 她常说，"石磨面粉才有麦香。"
"Machine-ground flour has no soul," she often said. "Only stone-milled flour has the true wheat fragrance."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 寻味者 (The Flavor Seeker)
那年秋收后，一位北京的面包师来寻找最好的面粉。
After that autumn harvest, a baker from Beijing came seeking the best flour.
"赵姐，" 他看着她推磨的身影，"您的力气真大。"
"Sister Zhao," he watched her pushing the mill, "you're so strong."
麦香停下来，擦了擦汗，丰满的身躯被面粉染成白色："在农村，女人也要能干活。"
Maixiang stopped and wiped her sweat, her full figure dusted white with flour: "In the countryside, women must be able to work too."
她递给他一把刚磨好的面粉："尝尝？"
She handed him a handful of freshly ground flour: "Taste it?"
他放入口中，眼睛亮了："这就是我要找的味道！"
He put it in his mouth, his eyes lighting up: "This is the flavor I've been looking for!"
第三章 | Chapter Three: 和面之道 (The Way of Kneading Dough)
"想学石磨面粉的用法吗？" 那晚，她邀请他留下。
"Want to learn how to use stone-milled flour?" That night, she invited him to stay.
她在案板上撒满面粉，开始揉面："和面要用力，但也要温柔。"
She sprinkled flour on the board and began kneading: "Kneading dough requires strength, but also gentleness."
她将他的手按在面团上，然后引导他揉捏。
She pressed his hands onto the dough, then guided him to knead.
"像这样，" 她从身后贴上来，丰腴的身躯温暖而柔软，"用身体的重量。"
"Like this," she pressed against him from behind, her full figure warm and soft. "Use your body's weight."
面粉飞扬中，他们的身体也缠绵在一起。
Amid the flying flour, their bodies also intertwined.
第四章 | Chapter Four: 晨光里的馒头 (Steamed Buns in Morning Light)
清晨，她为他蒸了一锅馒头。
In the morning, she steamed a pot of steamed buns for him.
"这是用昨晚和的面做的，" 她说，丰满的脸上带着红晕。
"These are made with the dough we kneaded last night," she said, her full face flushed.
他咬了一口，满嘴麦香："这是我吃过最好的馒头。"
He took a bite, his mouth full of wheat fragrance: "These are the best steamed buns I've ever had."
"因为用心做的。" 她微笑着，"我可以定期给你送面粉。"
"Because they were made with heart." She smiled. "I can send you flour regularly."
"那我每次都亲自来取。" 他拉住她的手，"顺便学和面。"
"Then I'll come personally to pick it up each time." He held her hand. "And learn kneading along the way."
在太行山下的面坊里，有些香味比麦子更持久...
In the flour mill beneath Taihang Mountains, some fragrances last longer than wheat...