I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

But I didn't expect that grandpa didn't follow the routine at all. He grinned, covered his head with a rough but warm hand, and touched it twice, "Yes, grandpa can turn these millets into rice. But grandpa is tired today, so I will leave the method to you, you can make a meal for grandpa to eat!"

After hearing these words, Le Zhengling's expression froze instantly, "Grandpa, are you joking?"

The old man showed an extremely amiable smile, and patted Le Zhengling on the head: "Grandpa is not joking, you are ten years old this year, taking advantage of this reunion dinner, I will teach you some things, and another one about [Mi 】The meaning of it will tell you."

PS: Well, the key chapters, the results should be dismantled and developed...

PS: Don't wait for the next chapter, I will post it at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.5000 words still owed

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As a reborn person, Le Zhengling didn't have his own cheating system, and he didn't pick up anything like a grandfather on the side of the road. Although he had memories of his previous life, he had been living in Japan, so his memories became Useless memories.

Although it’s not that I don’t know anything about Japan’s history, but most of those things come from anime and textbooks. The former is too one-sided, and the latter adds subjectivity to it. In short, it’s nothing For eggs.

But even though I live in Japan, fortunately my nationality and nationality have not changed. Is this considered a blessing in misfortune?

For the past ten years, Le Zhengling has been brought up by his grandfather, Le Zhengtu. Except for the embarrassment and lack of memory due to physical problems when he was a baby, he deliberately behaves like an ordinary child at other times—at most, he is just quieter. .

The two grandparents who run a small restaurant live an ordinary life. Although they know that they are Chinese, in fact, except for a small number of people in Japan who are hostile, others treat them with a very ordinary attitude.

Even the little gangsters with Japanese characteristics and the people in that group will not make things difficult for them except to collect protection fees regularly.

Le Zhengling has grown up in this kind of peaceful and comforting days. If it wasn't for his grandfather always spending traditional festivals with him every year, he might even gradually lose his sense of being a Chinese.

Not to mention major festivals such as the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Double Ninth Festival, and New Year’s Eve every year. Even during the [-]th solar terms, grandpa will make some festive food. He is actually a little curious. What did grandpa do before he came to Japan? of.

It's a chef, but it's not like it, because in addition to cooking skills, grandpa is also very accomplished in painting and musical instruments, and although grandpa looks rough, his overall temperament tends to be refined, and he sometimes shows a Kind of cynicism.

Le Zhengling guessed that his grandfather's past life must have been wonderful if he could cultivate this kind of personality and knowledge, but he never asked, and his grandfather never said anything.

In terms of time, grandpa brought him to Japan, and the big eastern country on the opposite side was in a very dark special period. Le Zhengling also realized that those who ran away during that time had special family backgrounds and had certain experiences. Not pleasant, so he wisely never asked.

And for him, the impression of his parents in this life does not exist at all, and in his memory, the impression of his grandfather in his previous life does not exist, so it is no problem to substitute the grandfather of this life. As for the biological parents of this life? ...he could only say sorry.

Back to the topic, grandpa seems to want to make some small news today on a whim. As a grandson, he should bear it silently. However, it is a matter of common sense. Le Zhengling is still a bit stubborn, because he feels that he is a person with normal three views. For historians, this kind of process related to the essence of history can be said to be inseparable in Chinese culture, and the origin of rice cannot be joked about.

"Grandpa, does our family have a rice rolling machine?" Le Zhengling crossed his hands and raised his head to look at Grandpa seriously.

The grandfather raised his eyebrows, imitating the way Le Zhengling folded his hands, lowered his head and looked into his grandson's eyes, and said solemnly: "No!"

"Then since there is none, how do we remove the shells! Then how do we remove the clothes?" Le Zhengling glared angrily at the old man who was starting to be unruly, and pointed to the pile of millet, "It's already noon, don't say I want to use the stone mortar in the backyard to slowly grind it! How long will it take to pick it? And I don’t have enough strength at all! Labor must be done according to the Basic Law!"

Le Zhengtu gave his grandson a weird look, "Oh, I didn't expect you to know a lot, kid?"

Le Zhengling didn't understand the meaning in his tone, and chattered on and on: "And it's just an ordinary New Year's Eve dinner, why is it so troublesome? And even if these millets are used to make rice, if it is not refined, the taste It's definitely going to be terrible!"

"Hmph!" Le Zhengtu snorted, and looked at his grandson with contempt, "You are a small person and have little knowledge, today I will show you how big the world is!"

With that said, Le Zhengtu carefully picked up the millet, spread it flat in the palm of his right hand, then covered it with his left hand and rubbed it, then let go, and put his right hand in front of Le Zhengling's eyes.

A miraculous thing happened, and I saw chunks of coarse rice that had been shelled appeared in the palm of the grandfather. Shocked by this scene, Le Zhengling yelled that it was unscientific, and then looked at the hands of the grandfather with strange eyes, And carefully stretched out his fingers to poke the thick rice in his palm.

"Well, it's amazing." Grandpa looked at his grandson's surprised expression complacently, "If you haven't tried everything, don't say it's impossible, learn it!"

"No, I'm more curious about how Grandpa you use your hands to replace the processing of utensils. How many years will it take to develop this kind of hand strength?" Le Zhengling found that these coarse rice were in a complete form. Looking at them The color and shape are still top-notch.

In fact, the nutritional value of rough rice is much higher than that of the polished rice that people usually eat.

It is rice that retains the cortex, germ and endosperm.It is difficult for general production technology to retain most of the husk, aleurone layer and germ of rice at the same time during processing, so coarse rice has higher requirements for processing technology than ordinary polished rice.

Since the husk, aleurone layer and germ contain a lot of vitamins, trace elements, dietary fiber and unsaturated fatty acids, regular consumption of coarse rice is beneficial to human metabolism and endocrine.

Grandpa obviously understood Le Zhengling's meaning, he clenched his fist without saying a word, and punched Le Zhengling's head, "You little devil! What I want you to pay attention to is the method I just did! The next step is to You do it! Did you read it just now!"

Le Zhengling rolled her eyes angrily, "Fuck, how could I do it! Your skill that has been honed over time makes it possible for me to become a magician after being single for another twenty years."

"I'm talking nonsense again, telling you not to watch those late-night animations, and don't listen to what you say! If you have time, why don't you go to the study to read a few more books, learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to cultivate your sentiment! You have a lot of skills, so you can travel freely in the flowers and be popular with thousands of girls!"

"Hehe~ Disrespect for old age! Do you know what bad thoughts you are instilling in my lovely and innocent grandson?" Le Zhengling said in a contemptuous tone while looking at his proud grandpa.

"Fart! I admit it's cute, but its innocence is open to question! And you're the only seedling in our Lezheng family! It's time to spread your branches and leaves as soon as possible! I'm here to guide you with the experience of someone who has experienced it!"

PS: Well, forgot to upload...it's all the final crown's fault!There are 7000 words left!

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Grandpa's expression of hating iron and steel, coupled with his heartbroken tone, made Le Zhengling give a thumbs up, "You really are my own grandpa!"

"Okay, for this New Year's Eve dinner, you should hurry up and get this pile of things right!" Grandpa didn't understand Le Zhengling's meaning, he took out a small sieve and pot, and poured the coarse rice and rice bran in his hands went in.

"Pour it in every time you grind it, and finally shake the rice bran and coarse rice away. It's up to you what we eat tonight." Then the old man took out his big sunflower fan, lay down on the rocking chair in the store, and "Then it's nothing to do with me."

Le Zhengling looked at the sack of millet with a bitter face, and in the end he could only imitate his grandfather's way, holding a handful in his small hands and laying it out, then rubbing it vigorously——

In the end, of course nothing happened, and this is not the plot of a martial arts novel. Except for a little pain in the delicate hands and a few grains bursting, the grains in the hands remained unchanged at all.

"Think, remember, and observe carefully." Grandpa waved his fan, looking at Le Zhengling slowly like a lazy man.

Le Zhengling originally wanted to ask Grandpa what the trick was just now, but he was blocked by his words, and couldn't help muttering, "It's really a grandpa like you in Temeow's stall in my life. Misfortune!"

For the next half an hour, Le Zhengling kept trying like his grandfather, but failed again and again. When he put down the millet in his hand and looked at the red and hot palm, he felt a little distressed.

But looking at his grandpa who had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, Le Zhengling opened his mouth several times, but in the end he still didn't wake him up. Since grandpa can do it and didn't explain the secret, then it should be something he can do.

Feeling a bit strong and inferior in his heart, he ignored his grandfather and continued to concentrate on it. However, when he got blisters on his hands, he still failed, but even so, he still continued.

Just after an hour and a half passed, when he rubbed it hard again, a pair of rough hands pressed down on his wrist, and grandpa's deep voice suddenly appeared: "Enough."