大展设计｜旺炉记：一灶烟火融百味，半间厅堂是吾家

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推开旺炉记的木门，最先漫过来的不是刻意调制的香氛，而是木纹里藏着阳光的温吞气，混着后厨飘来的香气缠缠绵绵 —— 像极了外婆家的厨房，永远有扇窗敞着，让饭菜香漫过整个院子。

Push open the wooden door of Wangluji, and what comes over first is not the deliberately blended fragrance, but the gentle warmth hidden in the wood grain, intertwined with the aroma wafting from the kitchen in a lingering way - much like the kitchen in grandma's house, where there is always a window open, allowing the fragrance of food to permeate the entire courtyard.

推开门的瞬间，不是 “走进一家店” 的疏离，而是 “掀开门帘回了趟老家” 的恍惚。这里的空间没有 “设计感” 的紧绷，反倒像被生活慢慢浸出来的模样。

The moment I pushed open the door, it wasn't the sense of estrangement as if "stepping into a store", but the daze like "lifting the door curtain and returning to my hometown". The space here doesn't have the tension of "design sense", but rather looks like it has been gradually immersed by life.

空间是有 “体温” 的，它藏在老物件的纹路里，躲在熟悉的声响中，等你推门进来的刹那，就用无数细碎的 “似曾相识”，这好似被时光封印了的旺炉记，置身于此，呼吸都成了一场穿越。

Space has a "body temperature". It hides in the patterns of old objects and lurks in familiar sounds. The moment you push the door open, it greets you with countless subtle "déjà vu" feelings. It's like the story of Wanglu, which has been sealed by time. Being here, even breathing becomes a journey through time.

"最好的款待，就该像自家客厅那般自然——不必刻意寻找，饭后随手就能捧起一杯恰到好处的温度。"老板如是道，将对咖啡的执念悄悄揉进了旺炉记的空间里。这份"私心"最终成了整个空间最动人的注脚，在烟火气中酿出一份意外的诗意。

"The best hospitality should be as natural as one's own living room - no need to search deliberately, and one can casually pick up a cup of coffee at just the right temperature after a meal." The boss said so, subtly infusing his obsession with coffee into the space of Wangluji. This "personal touch" ultimately became the most touching footnote of the entire space, brewing an unexpected sense of poetry amidst the worldly atmosphere.

木架上错落摆放的咖啡豆罐，像生活中未被修饰的细节，不必精致，却足够真实。咖啡香漫开时，时间忽然变慢了。粗陶杯握在手里的踏实感，胜过任何刻意的仪式，因为日常的珍贵，从来不在完美，而在那种"本该如此"的自在。

The coffee bean cans placed in a scattered manner on the wooden rack are like the unadorned details in life. They don't have to be delicate, but they are real enough. When the aroma of coffee spreads, time suddenly seems to slow down. The sense of solidity when holding a rough pottery cup in the hand is better than any deliberate ritual, because the preciousness of daily life never lies in perfection, but in the kind of ease of "it should be like this".

木，未经刻意打磨，仍带着山林的呼吸与粗粝的触感，看似随意的排布里，藏着老木匠的缄默与讲究，纵横交错间撑起一方温暖的食肆。

The wood, not deliberately polished, still retains the breath of the mountains and forests and a rough texture. In the seemingly casual arrangement, there lies the silence and attention to detail of the old carpenter. Interlacing with each other, it props up a warm eatery.

天然的弧度是岁月的笔迹，梁木交叉处，木结如一枚枚古老的印章，深深烙下时光的落款。木的温厚自梁柱间无声漫溢，将整个空间浸润在沉静而安稳的底色里。

The natural curvature is the handwriting of time. At the intersection of the beams, the knots on the wood are like ancient seals, deeply imprinting the signature of time. The warmth and kindness of the wood silently overflows from between the beams and columns, immersing the entire space in a calm and stable undertone.

穿堂风裹挟着外界的气息漫进来，与木梁散发的淡淡木香相融，顺着梁与梁的缝隙流淌。帘布随风轻摆，与木梁相触，整个空间既有木材带来的踏实感，又有着流动的鲜活气，仿佛是一处被时光温柔包裹的角落。

The cross - ventilation carried the outside air in, which blended with the faint fragrance of wood emanating from the wooden beams. It flowed along the gaps between the beams. The hemp curtain swayed gently in the wind and touched the wooden beams. The entire space exuded a sense of solidity brought by the wood, as well as a vibrant and flowing atmosphere, as if it were a corner gently embraced by time.

长条凳贴着木桌沿排开，复刻着老式家用凳的模样，没有多余的弧度。木纹里却嵌着老木头的记忆，在光里映出深浅不一的影。像从旧时光里走过来的老友，默默接纳着每一种疲惫与惬意，连平凡日子都被衬得温柔起来。

The long benches are arranged along the edge of the wooden table, replicating the appearance of old - fashioned household stools without any extra curves. However, the wood grains contain the memories of the old wood, casting shadows of different shades in the light. Just like an old friend who has come from the old days, it silently accepts every kind of fatigue and comfort, making even ordinary days seem gentle.

贝聿铭说：“对中国人来说，窗是一个画框，花园永远在他外头。” 依着这份意，凿几处窗框景为画，天光像研开的墨，顺着窗沿漫进席间，自然的笔触便在木桌上洇开了。

Ieoh Ming Pei said, "For the Chinese, a window is like a picture frame, and the garden is always outside it." Following this idea, several window frames are designed to frame the scenery as paintings. The skylight is like ground ink, slowly seeping into the dining area along the window edge, and the natural strokes then spread out on the wooden table.

人在席间抬眼，窗里的景随视线移换：见林影扫过玻璃，转身便遇云絮漫过窗格。不必刻意挑拣，窗早把喧嚣滤成了诗。风穿帘时带进来的叶声，雨打窗时滚成串的珠，都成画里会呼吸的注脚。

As people look up during the meal, the scenery in the window changes with their line of sight: they see the forest shadows sweeping across the glass, and when they turn around, they encounter clouds drifting across the window lattice. There is no need to deliberately select. The window has long filtered the noise into poetry. The sound of leaves brought in when the wind passes through the curtain, and the beads formed when the rain hits the window, all become the breathing footnotes in the painting.

墙壁上的海报亮着，像一扇扇彻夜不熄的窗，把光影的画框从白日延到星夜。灯箱的光漫过，正映着对面窗外的树 —— 两处 “框” 里的景致，一实一虚，一静一动，倒像幅昼夜交替的双联画，让自然的绿意与灯影的暖，在空气里缠成了线。

The posters on the wall are illuminated, resembling windows that remain lit throughout the night, extending the frames of light and shadow from day to night. The light from the light box spills over, exactly reflecting the tree outside the opposite window —— the scenes in the two "frames", one real and one illusory, one static and one dynamic, are like a diptych of day and night alternating, making the natural greenery and the warmth of the light blend into threads in the air.

空间中利落的线条勾连出空间的层次，让每个身处其中的人，既能感受到整体的开阔，又能在不同的框架围合里，找到属于自己的角落，自在又安心。

The clean lines in the space outline the spatial hierarchy, enabling everyone in it to not only feel the overall openness but also find their own corner within different framed enclosures, feeling at ease and secure.

举架不高的屋宇里，木架顺着梁架搭出层叠的错落，把 “低矮” 变成了亲近的理由。

In the house with a low ceiling, the wooden frames are arranged in layers along the beam frames, turning the "low height" into a reason for intimacy.

暮色漫进来时，室内的灯光与窗外的暮色融在一起，桌上的菜冒着热气，碗碟碰撞的脆响里，忽然懂了这空间的妙：它没刻意模仿谁的家，却把所有 “家” 里该有的松弛，都攒在了一起。

When the twilight seeps in, the indoor lights blend with the twilight outside the window. The dishes on the table are steaming, and amidst the crisp sounds of bowls and plates clashing, I suddenly understand the beauty of this space: it doesn't deliberately imitate anyone's home, but gathers all the relaxation that should be present in every "home".

一桌菜摆开来，粗陶碗里的辣椒鸡肉红得鲜亮，砂锅端着的莲藕排骨汤冒着热气，陶罐里的臭鳜鱼藏着独特的香 —— 它们各自守着本味，却在粗朴的餐具里达成了奇妙的和谐，像家里的日子，不必刻意精致，却处处透着 “各安其位” 的妥帖。

When a table of dishes is laid out, the spicy chicken in the coarse pottery bowl is brightly red, the lotus root and sparerib soup served in a casserole is steaming, and the stinky mandarin fish in the earthenware pot holds a unique aroma —— each of them retains its original flavor, yet achieves a wonderful harmony in the simple tableware. It's like the days at home, no need to be deliberately delicate, but everywhere exudes a sense of "everything in its right place" comfort.

包房藏在厅堂最里侧，没给自己砌一堵隔绝的墙。木门的框架支起半透的亚麻帘，布面被风掀得轻轻晃，像老家堂屋门帘的姿态 —— 既不是为了遮挡，也不是为了敞开，只是在 “想说话时能听见，想安静时能隔开” 的分寸里，坐在里面的人，从不会有 “被关起来” 的拘谨。

The private room is hidden at the innermost side of the hall, without building a separating wall for itself. The wooden door frame props up a semi - transparent linen curtain. The curtain cloth is gently swayed by the wind, just like the curtain of the central hall in one's hometown. It is neither for blocking nor for opening wide. It is just about maintaining a proper balance where "one can hear when they want to talk and can be separated when they want to be quiet". People sitting inside will never feel the restraint of "being locked up".

帘上开了方小窗，细木框镶着，穿堂风卷着落叶掠过窗沿的模样，都被细木框收作动态的画，空间里的鸭脚木与窗外枝桠隔窗相望，既向内凝视包房的静谧，又向外吐纳自然的生机。

A small square window is opened on the curtain, framed by thin wooden frames. The sight of the cross - ventilation carrying fallen leaves passing by the window ledge is captured as a dynamic painting by the thin wooden frames. The umbrella tree in the room and the branches outside the window look at each other through the window. They not only gaze intently at the tranquility of the private room inwardly but also breathe in and out the vitality of nature outwardly.

湖南腊肉炒笋盛在粗陶盘里，笋片的脆嫩裹着腊肉的脂香；砂锅炖着的浓汤鸡爪煲咕嘟作响，胶原蛋白混着菌菇的鲜在汤里翻涌，锅盖缝隙里钻出来的香气，混着邻座倒米酒的 “滋滋” 声，把整个包房填得满满当当。没人在乎坐姿是否规矩，有人脱了外套搭在椅背上，有人踩着凳脚晃悠着夹菜，布帘外的笑语隐约传来，却扰不了这方小天地里的松弛。

Hunan cured meat stir - fried with bamboo shoots is served on a rustic pottery plate. The crispness of the bamboo shoot slices is wrapped in the fatty aroma of the cured meat. In the casserole, the thick soup chicken feet stew is gurgling. The collagen and the freshness of the mushrooms are surging in the soup. The aroma coming out from the gap of the pot lid, mixed with the "hissing" sound of the rice wine being poured at the next table, fills the entire private room. No one cares whether their sitting posture is proper. Some people take off their coats and drape them over the back of the chair, while some people step on the foot of the stool and sway while picking up dishes. The faint laughter outside the curtain can be heard, but it can't disturb the relaxation in this small world.

把空间过成家的模样，把烟火熬成家的味道。当最后一盏灯熄灭时，门板上的木纹里，大概已浸满了无数人的 “家常菜记忆”，而那些窗和绿植，还在静静守候着，等着明天的太阳和第一声 “来啦，里面请”。

Turn the space into the appearance of a home, and simmer the daily life into the flavor of a home. When the last light goes out, the wood grain on the door panel is probably already soaked with the "memories of home - cooked dishes" of countless people. And those windows and green plants are still quietly waiting, waiting for tomorrow's sun and the first "Welcome, come in please".

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