After being exiled, the lucky cub who was dropped from the bag came back

Chapter 79 Matcha or Minced Tea
Dawang just wanted to speak, and remembered that he didn't know much, but with Lingbao's spirit of seeking knowledge "break the casserole and ask the truth", Dawang was very worried that his status as a teacher would be challenged!
"Matcha is just a kind of tea." It said.

Ling Bao tilted his head, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with these words.

The little girl was too naive to know what the king said.

The king coughed lightly, and said: "This thing is too simple, you should ask your elder brother tomorrow, your elder brother will definitely know. I will add an explanation next time."

Lingbao doesn't make trouble, and she also likes to ask her big brother.

She simply flipped through the recipe book and read it while reading.

"What is a potato? What is a pumpkin? And corn, what is this?" Lingbao was a little frustrated, "I have never heard of these."

The king patted her leg with his paw, and said, "It's not just you, your eldest brother and the others haven't heard of it, just like purple sweet potato, they haven't introduced it yet."

Lingbao was shocked: "There are so many that haven't been introduced?"

"That's right, it's normal. Every plant has its own place of origin." The king said.

The recipes are in color, and clear pictures are inserted in them. To be precise, many books in the library are like this. Lingbao was shocked when he saw it for the first time. Is there such a book in the world?

It turned out later that only the books in her library were like this.

In the picture are the cooked dishes, which clearly seem to be right in front of your eyes. The thick oil and sauce are red, as if you can smell the aroma from your nose.

Lingbao touched his belly sadly, feeling that the digestion was too much.

In order not to keep swallowing, Lingbao closed the "delicious" menu, and turned to look for a textbook that the king said was learned by later generations of "elementary school" students.

But not long after watching it, 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 the book, got into the quilt, and yawned when his head touched the pillow.

"My lord, good night."

Sleep till dawn.

Lingbao rubbed his eyes and went out, Cheng Yi, who was boxing in the yard, immediately came over: "The sun is drying your butt, little Lingbao, you can sleep well."

Lingbao squirmed a bit when she was told, she read too late last night.

Cheng Yi pinched his sister's face, and said maliciously, "Can I call you Little Piggy from now on?"

Lingbao countered: "The second elder brother is the second piggy!"

Cheng Yi was speechless, pointed at the elder brother who came over and said, "The elder brother is the big piggy!"

Cheng Yun: "."

Ling Bao's eyes rolled around, revealing a hint of cunning, she asked: "We are all piggies, what about Daddy?"

Cheng Yi blurted out: "Old Piggy."

After finishing speaking, for some reason, there was some creepy feeling behind.

Cheng Yun raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to turn around.

Cheng Yi turned his head in confusion, and met his father's dark face suppressing his anger.

Cheng Zhongqian took off his shoes and beat Cheng Yi's ass!

"Oh——Daddy! I was wrong, I didn't mean it! Oh, oh, it hurts! Dad——"

Ignoring the chickens and dogs jumping around in the yard, Cheng Yun calmly picked up Lingbao to wash up.

Cheng Yi wailed, Lingbao, you actually hurt me!

Ling Bao 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 School has a holiday every ten days, and it will also be a holiday when it comes to festivals."

After all, many students come from poor backgrounds, so they leave their families alone after finishing their studies, and leave all the work to the young and old.

"Wow, it turns out that the county school still has a holiday." Others said Lingbao was very flattering.

"That's right." Cheng Yun said as he motioned her to look up, and wiped her face with a towel, "Okay, go play, I'll pour the water out of your room."

"Erlang, come with me."

Is it the eldest brother, or the kind-hearted younger brother who rescued the suffering.

Cheng Yi whimpered and ran over and hid behind the eldest brother: "Father, I really knew I was wrong. I was thinking that the whole family must be tidy."

Cheng Zhongqian raised his shoe again: "Let's talk!"

Cheng Yi shrunk his neck, the man could bend and stretch, and he didn't say anything if he didn't talk.

"Brother, let's go pour water."

Pour the water in the wooden basin into the vegetable field, scoop up the water with a ladle and put it back.

Lingbao shouted: "Big brother, I have a question to ask you, can you tell me?"

"Of course. What's the problem?" Cheng Yun sat down beside her.

Ling Bao moved to his side and asked, "Brother, do you know matcha?"

"Mocha? You know." Cheng Yun thought it was because of her slurred 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?"

"Molten tea refers to the tea bricks made into fine powder, which originated in the Wei and Jin Dynasties of China." Cheng Yun said slowly, "The method is to collect the tender tea leaves in spring, after they are greened, they are made into tea cakes and preserved. When they are eaten, First put the cake tea on the fire to dry it, then grind it into powder with a natural stone mill, then pour it into a tea bowl and pour boiling water, use the tea whisk to fully stir the tea in the bowl to make it frothy, and then you can drink it.”

Lingbao seemed to understand but half understood.

She doesn't know what kind of cake tea, green tea, baking, tea whisk, she has never even drank tea, only boiled water.

"The poet Lu Tong has a poem saying, 'The blue clouds guide the wind and blow continuously, and the white flowers float and condense the noodles in the bowl', which is the end of the tea."

Lingbao made a sudden enlightenment: "Oh——"

Did not understand.

But why the "Matcha" pronounced by the big brother is different from the matcha she pronounced, is she pronouncing it wrong?
The king meowed: "Lingbao, ask your brother to write these two words."

Cheng Yun wrote it on the ground, and Lingbao realized that it was not the same word for "wiping"!

"Matcha was developed from the end tea, and other countries learned it and carried it forward, so that people in later generations don't know the end tea, only matcha." The king said regretfully.

Ling Bao said angrily: "How can this be done?"

At the same time, she still has doubts: "But why don't they protect their own things?"

"There are various reasons. The most fundamental one is that there is not enough attention. At that time, it was too late." The king once witnessed the death of the last craftsman of a certain traditional culture, but no one inherited it. End with hatred.

This topic was a little heavy, Lingbao 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 are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Lingbao cheered up and said, "Because I saw and thought that matcha is green, wouldn't it turn into green steamed buns if you add it to the dough?"

Cheng Yun: "It's true. Our Lingbao's little brain is getting more and more flexible."

Lingbao is very coaxing, a compliment made her forget the troubles just now.

(End of this chapter)