On the eighth day of the lunar month, a winter snow, Daming Town became a white world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is no Laba Festival here, so naturally there is no Laba porridge, but Sun Yao can't ignore this festival.

In the past, her mother would always make Laba porridge early, but this year, she couldn't see it, and I don't know how sad they would be.

Sun Yao prepared to make Laba porridge by himself today, and at the same time feasted Ming Dao and his wife, the prince and Master Zen Shan. Because she planned to promote Laba porridge, Sun Yao naturally called Bai Du to help.

Early in the morning, Sun Yao, Bai Dui and Rong Ma were busy in the kitchen, while Qianfan and Yurou went to invite Ming Dao and the prince to come over.

Laba porridge is a custom spread by the Han people in the Chinese region in later generations. The so-called Laba porridge is cooked with yellow rice, white rice, millet, Jiang rice, water chestnut, red cowpea, peeled jujube paste, and mixed with red peach kernels, almonds, melon seeds, peanuts, hazelnuts, pine seeds, white sugar, brown sugar, and ordinary rice, and slowly boiled.

The required steps are not complicated, but there are more things used, and some things can't be found, so Sun Yao replaces them with other things, in short, it's a big difference. With the efforts of three people, a pot of laba porridge was quickly boiled.

"Princess, this looks really good." Twilight sniffed it and admired it from the bottom of her heart.

"This is Laba porridge, which is specially eaten on the eighth day of the lunar month, and it has a beautiful meaning in it." Sun Yao smiled slightly and didn't explain too much.

"What does it mean?" Twilight is unrelenting.

"Abundant grains, family reunion."

"It's a beautiful moral as it is." Rong's mother smiled.

"Twilight, you get ready, I'll go see our guests."

"Yes, Princess."

Sun Yao walked to the hall, Ming Dao and his wife, the prince and Zen Lin had already arrived, and they were chatting about something at the moment, Sun Yao was followed by Yurou, who was holding five bowls of laba porridge.

"Senior sister, what is this? It's very fragrant. ”

Seeing Sun Yao coming, Chan Lin immediately stood up and greeted him, and the prince and others also stood up.

"King Ming, General Ming, Mrs. Ming, Senior Brother, please take a seat."

Sun Yao sat down in front of everyone, and Yurou put Laba porridge in front of everyone one by one.

"This is the new Laba porridge from Fengguanlou, which is specially used for the eighth day of the lunar month. Let's try it first, it may take a while for lunch. ”

"Laba porridge? The eighth day of the lunar month? Princess Yao, are you going to create your own festival? The prince raised an eyebrow.

"How dare I, it's just a custom somewhere, I think it's very good, so I borrowed it, and this Laba porridge is really good."

"Oh, the customs of a certain place are not within my western beam. If I remember correctly, Princess Yao shouldn't have left Xiliang yet. ”

The prince was aggressive, but Sun Yao was shocked, Fang Cai was just talking nonsense, it is really not good now, after all, she has indeed never left Xiliang.

"Why should King Ming bother with this, this laba porridge is indeed good." Zen took a sip and muttered dissatisfiedly.

The prince glanced at Zen Lonely, and then looked at Sun Yao, Sun Yao smiled naturally, and didn't say much, but he was relieved in his heart, Senior brother, you are so cute.

"Prince, you better try it." Ming Dao said lightly, and smiled at the county lord of Yong'an, "You can taste it too, it tastes really good." ”

Yongan smiled, tasted it, and felt delicious, and unconsciously ate a few more bites.

The prince didn't intend to let Sun Yao go.

"Princess Yao, you better explain it well."

"Since the prince asked, Sun Yao will no longer hide it."

"Princess Yao, please."

Seeing that the prince was like this, Chan Lin and the others also put down the dishes and chopsticks and sat upright.

"King Ming, Princess Yao is just inviting everyone to a light meal." The county lord of Yong'an whispered that Sun Yao has always been good to her, and she grew up with the prince, so she knows some of the prince's temperament, and she wants to relieve Sun Yao at the moment.

"Mrs. Shu, Princess Yao has always been able to justify herself, you don't have to worry too much."

Yongan wanted to say something, but seeing that Mingdao shook his head at her, he was silent at the moment, just looking at Sun Yao nervously.

"King Ming, everyone, then Sun Yao will be ugly. In December, gather all things and ask for food. My Laba porridge, with food from all directions, and rice together to cook a pot, is the meaning of gathering all things, harmonizing a thousand spirits, and this day, according to legend, is the day of the enlightenment of Buddhist Shakyamuni. ”

"Princess Yao still believes in Buddhism?" The prince drank a cup of tea.

"King Ming, have you forgotten that I am a monk, a disciple of Buddhism, and it is understandable for my sister to believe in Buddhism, King Ming is too sensitive today."

"Historically, only the royal family has been qualified to determine the festival, I just care about Princess Yao."

"Thank you to the prince, Sun Yao has her own measure. Drinking Laba porridge on the eighth day of the lunar month is just the tradition of Fengguanlou, and from today onwards, it is not a festival in Xiliang. ”

According to Sun Yao's request, he began to recommend Laba porridge to the guests, only saying that it was Fengguanlou's gratitude to the guests, and the guests who dined today could taste a bowl for free. This Laba porridge can only be launched in Fengguanlou in Daming Town this year, and other branches still have to wait.

"In that case, it doesn't matter over there, I don't know what the story of this Laba porridge is?" The prince smiled faintly, without the tension of Fang Cai.

What are you doing, you're obviously worried about me, you have to make it so scary!

According to legend, the eighth day of the lunar month is the day of the Buddha's enlightenment, and the four heavenly kings came to the world to offer the world a bowl filled with gold, silver, glass, and agate. In order to commemorate this day, many monasteries cook Laba porridge on this day, distribute it to the people, gather good karma, and hope that the people who want to use Laba porridge can get the Buddha's blessings, and the blessings and wisdom have a long history. ”

"Princess Yao is very good at telling stories, but does the temple really have this custom? How could this king not know. ”

The prince looked at Zen Lonely, but Sun Yao smiled silently.

"King Ming, the temple does have the custom of dividing rice porridge on the eighth day of the lunar month, but our Xiliang Guotai Min'an, this practice has not been practiced for several years." Zen Lin nodded and said, looking at Sun Yao at the same time.

"Oh, I see, that's also my Xiliang's blessing." The prince laughed.

"The emperor is still eloquent and strategic, and he cares about the people, and he is really a wise man!" Sun Yao immediately brought a high hat to the emperor, and this time it was a thrill.

In fact, Sun Yao only occasionally heard Bai Du say that when he was young, he lived near Hanshan Temple, and later his father and mother died of illness and had no one to rely on. Later, he didn't say that the porridge in Hanshan Temple was too delicious and he didn't want to leave, so he stayed in Hanshan Temple with a dead face, and Zen Lonely didn't come here at that time.

Sun Yao was a mistake this time, and she glanced at the prince.

"King Ming, the porridge should be cold, drink it while it's hot."

"Princess Yao, although I am in the West Liang country, the people are safe, and the soldiers are strong and strong, I should still have a sense of distress. This king thinks that if the emperor of the Ming Dynasty made the porridge on the eighth day of the lunar month a tradition, reminding the world not to forget the suffering of the past, what do you think? ”

"What King Ming said is very true, but this has nothing to do with Fengguanlou, please pay more attention to King Ming."

"This is natural."

Sun Yao watched the prince drink porridge, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood. Sure enough, it is a good calculation, if he mentions it to the emperor like this, the emperor must think that he has a sense of distress, sympathy for the people, and has the demeanor of a king. Alas, I really like to put gold on my face, and these six princes still have a long way to go if they want to win the heir.

"Princess Yao, this porridge has also been drunk, is it time to serve it?" King Ming smiled, his eyebrows fluttering.