After a while, the blonde girl picked a lot of small chrysanthemums.

Both the spiral and the coltsfoot look quite similar, both of them are small round chrysanthemums.

The color is all golden yellow.

The only difference is that the flowers of coltsfoot are slightly larger and the petals are thicker and more slender.

The leaves of the mulch, on the other hand, are slender and firm.

After the little chrysanthemums were picked, Chen Er started to make cold porridge.

Wash the rice and boil it with water and almonds.

Then pick the fresh mulberry and coltsfoot flowers, wash them, and set them aside for later use. As soon as the porridge in the pot is boiling, put the flowers in and let it boil again.

After boiling for the second time, even if the cold porridge is cooked, turn off the heat, add a little honey to the porridge, adjust the taste, and then serve it out.

While boiling porridge, Chen Er talked to everyone about the Cold Food Festival.

The Cold Food Festival is the predecessor of the "No Smoking Festival" in ancient times, and it follows the ancient habit of changing fire. In ancient times, the climate was often dry in early spring, and the fires that people had preserved were prone to fires. Spring thunder can also easily cause wildfires.

Therefore, at this time of the year, the ancients would hold a grand sacrifice to extinguish all the fires handed down from the previous year. Therefore, it is called "fire ban". Then keep the new tinder.

And during this time, one must prepare enough cooked food in advance. Spending the day with cold food is "cold food", so it is named "cold food festival". The Cold Food Festival stretches for more than 2,000 years and is known as the first major festival day of the people.

Later, because the time of the Cold Food Festival and the Qingming Festival was close, it was slowly merged with the Qingming Festival.

So today, thousands of years later, almost no one in China has a cold food festival.

Chen Er behaves like a teacher only when he speaks of this, speaking in an orderly manner and with a gentle and calm attitude.

Like a storyteller sitting quietly in a teahouse.

The blonde girl asked Chen Er, "Then wait for this cold porridge to boil, do you want to eat it when it is cold?" ”

Chen Er nodded, "Of course, if you are not afraid of being hot, you can cook it and eat it immediately." ”

The blonde girl hurriedly shook her head, "I'd rather eat cold." ”

It looked like what a terrible thing it was to eat hot porridge.

Chen Er thought, probably there is no second race in the world that loves hot food like the Chinese people.

Just now, Chen Er poured himself a cup of hot water to drink. I was asked by all my classmates repeatedly, wouldn't it feel hot when drinking hot water?

Chen Er didn't understand, what is the relationship between drinking hot water and heat?

When the porridge was ready, most of the people in the cafeteria gathered around, except for the students brought by Chen Er, there were some canteen staff and some other students who came to eat in the cafeteria.

They seemed curious about what porridge made of flowers looked like.

Chen Er turned off the heat, then brought the pot down and lifted the lid.

The moment the lid of the pot was lifted, everyone hurriedly poked their heads over.

I saw a large white mist, suddenly rising from the pot, like an autumn morning, when a train tugged through the cold air, and then a large expanse of hot steam came out of the front of the car.

The steam turned into a white mist in the cold air, dissipating slowly and lightly in all directions, gliding over the bare branches of the trees, with an ethereal warmth and a shallow mist.

Chen Er picked up the jar of honey, scooped out a spoonful of honey, and gently sprinkled it into the pot.

Then put the spoon into the pot and stir slowly.

The white mist that came out of the pot became thicker and then faded and then lighter and lighter under the agitation of the spoon.

It's like being shrouded in the sun of an autumn morning.

The aroma in the air also seems to have become warmer and more pronounced.

The fragrance of chrysanthemums is very light and light, but it has a meaning that cannot be ignored.

It seems that this aroma wafts everywhere, mixed with a hint of honey sweetness.

The blonde girl felt as if even the ends of her own hair were contaminated with this fragrance.

The corners of the clothes swept by the hair turned into a faint floral fragrance.

The blonde girl was suddenly a little intoxicated, and she took a deep breath and thought it was incredible.

She never knew that rice, honey and chrysanthemums, two completely different ingredients, could be cooked together and collide with such a perfect spark.

"Sir, are you ready to eat now?"

The blonde girl couldn't help but ask Chen Er.

Chen Er smiled and nodded, "Of course you can." ”

So everyone hurriedly picked up the bowl next to them, and then stared at Chen Er blankly.

Chen Er scooped a spoonful of porridge into their bowls one by one, and divided all the pots of porridge.

"Hey, it's a pity that there is no japonica rice in the country, and japonica rice porridge is the best."

Chen Erluo sighed with some regret.

But when he finished speaking, he found that no one was listening, or rather, no one had noticed what he was saying.

Everyone couldn't wait to pick up the porridge bowl in their hands, and then scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a small spoon, and blew it casually, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and sent it directly to their mouths.

Then they were all burned and grinned.

But they were reluctant to put down the food in their mouths and the bowl in their hands, so they all drank porridge while snorting from their mouths.

After a while, their faces were flushed, as if they were drunk.

Chen Er glanced at everyone silently, "Who said that crooked nuts don't like to eat rice." ”

After speaking, he sighed again, "If only there was japonica rice......"

This time, someone finally heard Chen'er's nagging.

A tall boy with slightly curly hair asked Chen Er, "Sir, what did you just say?" ”

Chen Er glanced at him, he had already finished the porridge. "Japonica rice, I said it's better to cook porridge with japonica rice."

The tall boy approached Chen Er with a hippie smile and asked tentatively, "Sir, if I buy you japonica rice, can you cook it again with japonica rice?" ”

Chen Er smiled and said, "You really plan to ...... it."

"It's impossible, you only make one kind of food once, and if you want to eat it in the future, you can learn it yourself."

The tall boy seemed to be frightened by something, "Cook it yourself!" ”

"How could I!"

Chen Er gouged out his ears, "Learn, you won't just learn slowly, you will always learn." ”

After speaking, Chen Er turned his gaze to the others, "Just now, did you take notes?" ”

The blonde girl hurriedly raised her hand, "I made a note!" ”

Chen Er nodded with great satisfaction, "Very good." ”

So, next, the blonde girl was surrounded by everyone.