六月的那个空气潮润东天洇红的清晨,郜二嫂像往常一样,一边扣着衬衣钮扣一边匆匆出院门向隔壁的油坊走去。每天的这个时辰,香魂油坊要开始它的第一道工序:炒芝麻。二嫂进去时,偌大的油坊炒棚里已是热气滚动白烟飞腾,三十八口铁锅里全已倒上了芝麻,锅灶里都已有火苗乱爬,每口铁锅前都站着一个短裤赤膊的男人,手拿一柄大铁铲在锅里翻炒。 In June, the dampness of the air was dawning in the sky on the morning of dawn. As usual, Sue went to the oil mill next door while hurriedly discharging the shirts and buttons. This hour of the day, Hong Soul Oil Square to start its first process: fried sesame seeds. Sister went in when the huge oil fry shed is a hot air rolling white smoke soar, thirty-eight wok has been poured on the sesame seeds, the pot has been flame chaos climb, each wok before station A shirtless shirtless man with a big shovel in his hand.