Hua Guo,

Kunlun Mountains,

In the courtyard of the Xu family's house,

Today, Xu Huai got up early in the morning, finished the workout early, and got busy.

Because, today is the twenty-third day of the lunar month, that is, the Laba Festival, which is equivalent to a small year, according to traditional customs, Laba porridge must be boiled today.

Laba porridge, also known as Qibao five-flavor porridge, is made from glutinous rice, barley, lotus seeds, lilies, red dates, millet, walnuts, these eight ingredients.

Of course, there are slight differences in the region, related customs, and ingredients.

As recorded in Fucha Dunchong's "Yanjing Chronicles of the Year of Laba Porridge":

"Laba porridge is cooked with yellow rice, white rice, Jiang rice, millet, water chestnut, red cowpea, peeled jujube paste, etc., and dyed with red peach kernels, almonds, melon seeds, peanuts, hazelnuts, pine nuts, white sugar, brown sugar, and trivial grapes for dot dyeing. ”

The ingredients used to make Laba porridge described above are a bit different, but in the end, it's just a way to commemorate traditional culture.

"The spring breeze is coming on the second and third days of the lunar month, and every household is in the eighth place!"

Eating Laba porridge on Laba Festival has a long history, and there is a little-known allusion to it.

It is said that the Yuejia army crusaded against the Jin Yu in Zhuxian Town, but was forced back by the imperial court's twelve gold medals, on the way back to the division, the soldiers were hungry and hungry, the people along the river poured the food sent by each family into the cauldron, boiled into porridge and distributed to the soldiers to satisfy hunger and keep out the cold, this day happened to be the eighth day of the lunar month.

Then Yue Fei was killed in the Fengbo Pavilion, in order to cherish the memory of this national hero, the people boiled Laba porridge every Laba day to show their nostalgia.

Last night,

Xu Huai had already arranged the lotus seeds and other ingredients that needed to be brewed, and he was just waiting for this morning to start boiling.

In the kitchen,

Xu Huai wore a light cyan apron, and the corners of his apron were decorated with floral ornaments, which was very good-looking, but being wrapped around his waist by a big man like this felt a little weird no matter how he looked at it.

However, over the years, Xu Huai has long been accustomed to being a father and a mother, and he has long been trained to be "both civil and military".

"Millet, lotus seeds, chestnuts ........." Xu Huai counted the ingredients while taking them, estimating the content of each ingredient in his heart.

Laba porridge is a combination of eight or more ingredients, so many ingredients put together, of course, to pay attention to the proportions.

Otherwise, it will be boiled all over the place, and the cooked taste will have no taste at all, and there will be no original aroma.

After putting the ingredients in proportion, Xu Huai added water to eighty percent full, and then, the firewood picked up by Shu Xue'an a few days ago played a role, and Xu Huai kept adding firewood one by one.

Then, the fire in the boiler became more and more intense, and the hot smell of the flame spray even melted the snow on the outer wall of the kitchen into stagnant water, which slowly flowed down the wall.

Five minutes later,

The water in the pot began to boil, and Xu Huai put it aside, and poured the eight ingredients that had been evenly adjusted according to the proportions into the water one by one.

Then, to prevent the coarse grains from being too bitter and the little girl didn't like to eat them, Xu Huai dug up a few spoonfuls of rock sugar and put them in the pot, and continued to add water to eighty percent full.

Immediately after, close the lid and wait patiently.

In the room, the little girl was sleeping on her back, and a few crystal droplets hanging from the corners of her mouth were also turning over, and they were successfully wiped off by the quilt and inserted cleanly.

"This little girl can't sleep well, really. ”

Last night, Xiaoxian couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning in bed, because when Shu Xue didn't go home a few days ago, every night, the little girl was held by Shu Xue to sleep.

Maybe it's because Xiaoxian has lacked maternal love since she was a child, and she is very sticky to Shu Xue, often following Shu Xue.

No, Shu Xue went home yesterday, and there was no Shu Xue to sleep with her every night, the little girl was a little unaccustomed to it, and she was so busy last night that she was exhausted from tossing, and finally fell asleep under Xu Huai's coaxing.

Laba porridge still has half an hour to be cooked, let the little girl sleep a little longer, and wake her up later.

Xu Huai cautiously walked out of the room and closed the door casually, for fear that some other noise would disturb Xiaoxian.

On the stone table in the courtyard,

Xu Huai, as usual, sat like an old monk, holding the meditation Taoist Sutra in his hand, and studied tirelessly.

Through the efforts of the past few days, Xu Huai has been able to manifest the outline of the nine-tailed fox in the first painting of the Guandao Sutra with spiritual power in his mind.

As for the deeper subtleties, Xu Huai's spiritual power is still not enough, and he is still working hard.

Every failure will bring mental sting, accumulated again and again, Rao is Xu Huai's ability to bear, and he can't afford this kind of mental pain.

In the classics, it is clear that there is a way:

Stepping into the innate realm, the spirit is full, the entrance is connected, and the thickness is the birth of the soul, and the Taoists also call it the yang god.

At this time, the innate monk can perform the soul detachment, which is the legendary original spirit out of the body.

However, what Xu Huai didn't know was that a monk who had just stepped into the innate realm was not allowed to leave the body and travel quickly.

Because at this time, the monk had just communicated with the bridge between heaven and earth, and the connection between heaven and earth was still very weak, and his spiritual strength was weak.

Once the soul is out of the body, it may appear that the soul is lost in the spiritual world and cannot find a way back to the body.

In the end, the spirit disappeared, the body was left empty, and the body died and disappeared.

originally

Xu Huai once encountered a thrilling scene, after the soul left the body, under the impetus of unknown energy, it rose higher and higher, and finally begged the heavens and stars.

If it weren't for the fact that the little girl wanted to eat snacks at that time, she wanted Xu Huai to bring it to her, and she pulled Xu Huai hard to wake him up.

It is estimated that Xu Huai's soul does not know where it will float now, and what remains is only an empty shell, losing its spirituality.

Closing the Tao Sutra,

Xu Huai took care of himself, and muttered to himself without a head.

"Calculate the time, they should know what is going on, and by now, they should all be on their way back. ”

...............

Two quarters of an hour passed,

The laba porridge that was boiled by the fire in the kitchen is also gradually ripe, emitting an attractive fragrance, which makes people feel like their index fingers are moving when they smell it.

After waking up the little girl and getting up, Xu Huai carried out the daily compulsory class and tied Xiaoxian's hair.

Originally, Xu Huai only knew how to tie double ponytails and braids, but later, Ning Shuxue couldn't stand it, so she taught Xu Huai how to tie the little girl's hair.

In less than three minutes,

Xu Huai's hand was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, sliding in the air, leaving traces of afterimage, and waving freely in the gap between the little girl's hair, and in a short time, a beautiful hair hairstyle was completed.