When Cha Wu first entered school, his classmates were very friendly to him, and often brought some cute little insects and wriggling small animals to Cha Wu. Zha Wu was grateful for the generous gift from his classmates, and he couldn't think of how to reciprocate, and suddenly remembered that he had seen his mother make soup by himself when he was a child, so he took his classmates home to cook delicious food, and brought them to the school the next day to surprise his classmates.

The classmates got the reward, cried with joy, and ran to the porch to vomit, Mr. saw this and asked, knowing that it was Cha Wu who did it, so he demoted Cha Wu to the outside of the school, and was not allowed to return to his seat, Cha Wu was not clear, and told his father about it, and his father was angry, and fried meat with bamboo shoots. Later, when the mother heard about it, she knew what it was, and retorted at her father, but the father was silent and walked away.

Cha's mother asked the reason and comforted Cha Wudao, "Wu'er, it's not your fault, it's just your fault that you're not good at cooking. ”

Zha Wu looked at his mother for a long time, nodded and said, "Mother, I understand." ”

Under the guidance of Mrs. Ling, Cha Wu's cooking skills have improved rapidly, and he has a talent beyond ordinary people compared to reading.

Seeing that Zha Wu was indulging in it, Zha Xiucai wanted to mention a few words to his son, "Wu'er, don't be addicted to this, you should focus on reading." And told Mrs. Ling not to lead Cha Wu to indulge in it, but Mrs. Ling said that with her level, she couldn't guide her son for a long time, and Cha Xiu was stunned.

Zha Xiucai paced for a long time, and finally walked to Zha Wu's side, and was about to speak, but he didn't know where to start, Zha Wu saw his father coming, but he spoke first, "Dad, open your mouth!"

Cha Xiucai was stunned, "ah" was stuffed with a piece of pastry in his mouth, and Zha Dad, who was about to reprimand his rudeness, suddenly exploded with an indescribable sweetness in his mouth, he subconsciously moved his mouth to chew, but this pastry was soft and glutinous and elastic beyond his imagination, and the entrance was fruity and sweet, and it looked like rice when chewed carefully, although it was sweet, it was not greasy, but the aftertaste was stable like a master, old and spicy.

After chewing twice, the pastry was already in his stomach, and Zha Xiucai was still unsatisfied.

"Wu'er, one more piece. "It smells so good!

"No, this is the last piece, Daddy. Zha Wu pointed to the empty plate, and when Zha Xiu saw this, he choked in his throat and couldn't say anything.

"Wu'er, what is this pastry called? Zha Xiucai patted his son's shoulder and said.

"This is a kind of rice cake that the child just came up with, on the basis of the traditional rice cake, add pears and citrus, and then steam it with lotus leaves, the name is not yet decided. Cha Wu scratched his head, looking naïve.

Zha Xiucai was still reminiscing, recalling the taste just now, he said, "Ten miles of lotus fragrance mixed with rice fragrance, this cake has both lotus fragrance and rice fragrance, it is better to call it rice fragrant cake!"

When Cha Wu heard this, he had no choice but to say, "It's good that you're happy." ”

The more Zha Xiucai thinks about it, the more he feels that this name is very wonderful, of course, the pastry is even better, I really didn't expect Wu'er to be able to make such a good product, with this craft, what are you worried about in the future, and you don't have to take the test to gain fame, I think his father didn't have a lift back then, and he didn't make the family business bigger, marry a wife and have children, it can be seen that people's lives are not so absolute.

Zha Xiucai thought a little far, and suddenly remembered the unusual soft glutinous teeth of the pastry just now, so he asked casually, "My son, why is there an unusual softness in the pastry I ate just now?"

Zha Wu lowered his head and thought for a moment before he spoke, "Oh, that's glutinous rice flour." ”

Zha Xiucai seemed to have entered the blind spot of knowledge, but it was really difficult to ask his son for advice, thinking that he didn't know how to cook, so he knocked on the side next to Mrs. Ling at night, thinking that Mrs. Ling was often here, and she must know what this thing was, but Mrs. Ling had never heard of it.

"What is glutinous rice flour?"