The king was about to speak, but he remembered that he didn’t know much, but with Ling Bao’s spirit of seeking knowledge, he was worried that his status as a teacher would be challenged!
"Matcha is a kind of tea." it said.
Ling Bao tilted his head, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with what he said.
The little girl was too naive and didn't know that the king said nonsense.
The king coughed slightly and said: "This thing is too simple. You should ask your elder brother tomorrow. Your elder brother will definitely know. I will supplement the explanation by then."
Lingbao doesn't make any fuss, she also likes to ask her elder brother.
She simply turned over the recipe book and read it while reading.
"What is a potato? What is a pumpkin? And corn, what is this?" Ling Bao was a little frustrated, "I have never heard of these."
The king patted her leg with his paw and said: "Not only you, your eldest brother and the others have never heard of it. Like purple sweet potato, they haven't been introduced yet."
Ling Bao was shocked: "Are there so many unintroduced ones?"
"Yes, it's normal. Each plant has its own place of origin." The king said.
The recipes are in color, with clear pictures inserted into them. To be exact, many books in the library are like this. Ling Bao was shocked when he saw it for the first time. Is there such a book in the world?
Later I found out that only the books in her library were like this.
The picture shows the cooked dish, as clear as if it is right in front of you. The thick oil and red sauce make it seem like you can smell the aroma at the end of your nose.
Ling Bao touched his belly sadly and felt that he had gone too far.
In order not to keep swallowing his saliva, Lingbao closed the "delicious" recipe book and turned to find a textbook that the king said was a textbook for later generations of "elementary school" students.
But not long after watching, the king urged her to go to bed.
"Go to bed quickly. Children need to eat more and sleep more to grow taller."
Ling Bao obediently put down his book, got under the quilt, and yawned when his head touched the pillow.
"Good night, Your Majesty."
Sleep until daylight.
Ling Bao rubbed his eyes and went out. Cheng Yi, who was boxing in the yard, immediately came over and said, "The sun is shining on your butt, Xiao Ling Bao, you can sleep so well."
Lingbao squirmed a bit at being told that she had read too late last night.
Cheng Yi pinched his sister's face and said maliciously: "Can I call you little piggy from now on?"
Ling Bao counterattacked: "Then the second brother is the second pig boy!"
Cheng Yi was speechless and pointed at the eldest brother who came over and said, "That eldest brother is a big piggy!"
Cheng Yun: "..."
Lingbao's eyes moved wildly, revealing a hint of cunning, and she asked: "We are all piglets, what about daddy?"
Cheng Yi blurted out: "Old piggy."
After I finished speaking, I didn’t know why, but I felt a bit creepy behind my back.
Cheng Yun raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to turn around.
Cheng Yi turned his head without understanding and met his father's dark face with suppressed anger.
Cheng Zhongqian took off his shoes and slapped Cheng Yi on the butt!
"Ouch—Daddy, Daddy! I was wrong, I didn't mean it! Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Daddy—"
Ignoring the chaos in the yard, Cheng Yun calmly picked up Ling Bao and went to wash it.
Cheng Yi wailed, Ling Bao, you actually hurt me!
Lingbao hugged his eldest brother's neck and asked, "Big brother, why didn't daddy go to school today?"
"It's a holiday today. Feng'an County schools have a holiday every ten days, and they will also have a holiday when there are holidays."
After all, many students come from poor backgrounds and cannot ignore their families while studying, leaving all the work to the family.
"Wow, it turns out that the county school still has a holiday." Others said Lingbao was very popular.
"That's right." Cheng Yun said as he motioned for her to look up and wiped her face with a handkerchief, "Okay, go play, I'll pour the water in your room."
"Erlang, come with me."
In the end, it was the eldest brother who rescued the younger brother from suffering with a kind heart.
Cheng Yi whined and ran over and hid behind his eldest brother: "Dad, I really know I was wrong. I just thought that the whole family must be in order."
Cheng Zhongqian raised his shoes again: "Say more!"
Cheng Yi shrank his neck. A man can bend and stretch, and he won't say anything if he doesn't want to.
"Brother, let's go get some water."
Pour the water in the tub into the vegetable patch, scoop out the water with a ladle and put it back.
Lingbao shouted: "Brother, I have a question I want to ask you. Can you tell me something?"
"Of course. What's the problem?" Cheng Yun sat down next to her.
Lingbao moved closer to him and asked: "Brother, do you know about matcha?"
"Mo Cha? I know." Cheng Yun thought it was because of her unclear speech.
Lingbao's eyes lit up, and he held his elder brother's finger with his little hand: "Then can you tell me about it?"
"Mote tea refers to tea bricks made into fine powder. It originated in the Wei and Jin Dynasties in China." Cheng Yun said slowly, "The method is to collect young tea leaves in spring, freeze them, and make tea cakes for storage. When it is time to eat,
First bake the tea cake over a fire to dry it, then use a natural stone mill to grind it into powder, then pour it into a tea bowl and pour boiling water into it. Use a tea whisk to stir the tea in the bowl thoroughly to create foam, and you can drink it."
Ling Bao seemed to understand.
She doesn't know anything about cakes, tea, greening, baking, and tea whisks. She has never even drank tea, only boiled water.
"The poet Lu Tong has a poem that says, 'The blue clouds attract the wind and blow continuously, and the white flowers float and light condense on the bowl of noodles.' This is what Mocha is talking about."
Ling Baozaku suddenly understood: "Oh——"
Didn't understand.
But why is the word "matcha" pronounced by the elder brother different from the word matcha she pronounces? Did she pronounce it wrong?
The king meowed: "Lingbao, ask your brother to write these two words."
Cheng Yun wrote it on the ground, and Ling Bao discovered that it was not the same word "wipe"!
"Matcha was developed from mocha, and other countries in later generations learned it and carried it forward, so that people in later generations didn't know mocha, only matcha." The king said regretfully.
Ling Bao said angrily: "How can this be done?"
At the same time, she still had questions: "But why don't they protect their own things?"
"There are various reasons. The most fundamental one is that there was not enough attention. I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but it was too late later." The king once saw with his own eyes that the last craftsman of a certain traditional culture died, but there was no one to inherit it. In the end, he had to
End with hatred.
This topic was a bit heavy. Ling Bao felt that the king was unhappy, and he was also a little unhappy.
Cheng Yun glanced at the king, touched Ling Bao's head, and asked, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
Ling Bao cheered up and said: "Because I think... I thought that matcha is green, wouldn't it turn into green steamed buns when added to the dough?"
Cheng Yun: "It's true. Our little Lingbao brain is getting more and more flexible."
Lingbao is easy to coax, and a compliment will make her forget the troubles she just had.