从我记事起,家里每天做饭的那口生铁大锅上,盖着一个又黑又厚重的木锅盖,锅盖手柄旁有一个暖瓶口大小的窟窿,每当母亲把面条下入锅,姐姐站着“啪嗒啪嗒”拉风匣时,我趴在锅台沿上看着锅盖窟窿里的气由小变大,直到直线上升时,母亲解开锅盖开始给大家舀饭。我好奇的问姐姐,锅盖上的窟窿是干啥用的,姐姐说是看饭熟了没有的,但我从没看见过母亲从那个窟窿里看锅里的饭。有 From the time I recalled my meal, the cup of pig iron cooking at home every day was covered with a dark, heavy wooden pot lid with a warm bottle hole next to the handle of the pot. Whenever the mother put the noodles into the pan, My sister stood “flip-flop ” pull the air box, I lie on the edge of the pot watched the lid hole gas from small to large, until the straight line up, the mother unlock the lid began to give everyone a scoop . I asked my sister curiously, the hole in the lid is what to use, my sister said it was cooked, but I never saw my mother from the hole to see the pot of rice. Have