Chapter 111: Boiling Tea
After studying for a while, Shen Bujiao started to do it, Kong Ming had already turned the snow into snow water and put it aside, he watched Shen Bujiao do it curiously.
The two of them surrounded the fire, added charcoal, lit a fire, and fanned the wind, although they were a little scrambling, but the overall steps were not wrong.
Pour in the snow water, put the tea leaves, think about it, and throw ginger, dates, wolfberries, orange peel, and dogwood into it...... It didn't take long for the tea soup to boil, Shen Bujiao took the lead in pouring a cup for Kong Ming, the cup was different from the usual, the cup was used in autumn, the cup as a whole was like a blooming lotus, the stamen was used as the bottom of the vessel, the petals were the body, and the flower stalk was used as the handle, reflecting each other.
The body of the cup is pink, for the gradient of the lower depth and the upper shallow, the texture is clear, the glaze is delicate and lovely, and the emerald green of the lotus stalk is embellished like ink, the shape of the tea in the cup is slender, the soup color is yellow and green, clear and bright, floating wolfberry, orange peel...... The fragrant smell comes to the nose, with the sweetness of red dates.
Outside the window, it was gloomy, and the snowflakes flew by, falling on the eaves, and fluttering on the trees, and the tea smoke curled on the table.
Shen Bujiao's dark eyes were full of anticipation, this was the first time she had made tea!
Kong Ming smelled this smell and thought it should be very good, so he tasted it, "cough cough ......" should have been fragrant and mellow and sweet, but at this time, it was ...... The taste is really hard to describe. Seven or eight Chinese geniuses memorize ωωω.78zω.còм м.7.8zщ.cóм in one second
Spit it out was unsightly, and swallowed it forcibly, and his stomach churned, and he pressed it down.
Shen Bujiao blinked, "What's wrong?
Kong Ming's face was a little red from coughing just now, and he looked very cute, "Why don't you ...... Do you taste it?"
Shen Bujiao tasted it suspiciously, but he couldn't hold back, and squirted out, "poof......" was sweet, sour and salty, with mixed flavors.
Shen Bujiao couldn't accept it, "Why is this happening? Obviously, that's what is written in the book, it's really sad." ”
Kong Ming comforted her, "Maybe the ancients have different tastes from us." ”
Shen Bujiao hung his head and poured the tea directly out of the window, the hot tea melted the snow, and the orange peel, wolfberry, ginger, and green onion all fell on the residual snow, looking very desolate.
Shen Bujiao used dusting techniques to clean the study, and Kong Ming accompanied her to clean the tea set and put it back in the warehouse.
Shen Bujiao lost confidence in boiling tea, returned to the study, was depressed for a while, and let go of the matter.
Kong Ming said: "Which book do you want first?"
Shen Bujiao was stunned, and then he remembered the key things that Kong Minghe had given him before, and thought about it, "Guowen." ”
Kong Ming pulled out one of his large stacks of books and handed it to her.
Shen Bujiao took it and said with a smile: "Thank you."
Kong Ming smiled, spread out a piece of white rice paper on the table, he thought of the picture of watching bamboo in the snow just now, and studied ink and brush.
Snow and bamboo, both of which are elegant things in the world, become the most beautiful scenery in the pen when they meet, pure white as plain, not stained with vulgarity.
The pen sketches on the rice paper, and a poem automatically comes to mind.
There is a sound of flying snow, but it is the most elegant among the bamboos. The mountain window is cold on night, when listening to the snow sprinkled in the bamboo forest, the water is Xiaoxiao, even fluttering, the sound is leisurely, and I listen clearly.
Shen Bujiao simply flipped through Kongming's book, and the notes in it were very serious, she had reviewed the Mandarin several times, checked Kongming's book, and silently recited the knowledge points.
In the course of Bahasa Malaysia, it is very easy to pass, but it is very difficult to get a high score.
Shen Bujiao had almost finished reviewing the Chinese language, and he began to attack the naturalist.
She had a bit of a headache when she saw the book, and to be honest, she enjoyed the class.
The habits of the beasts, the strange flowers and plants, and the customs and characteristics depicted in this book constitute a bizarre and strange world, which is like a picture scroll, which is now slowly unfolding in front of her eyes, and she, clearly knowing, that there is one, she will also become a person in the picture scroll.
But when it comes to the exam, Shen Bujiao is very worried, in fact, she is not the only one who is worried, everyone who wants to take such a class is worried.
Other courses more or less will draw out the approximate scope of the exam before the exam, but the naturalist does not, Lu Zhan's whole book is the scope, and there is no focus, the whole book is the focus.
When the students complained, Lu Zhan would, could it be that the fierce beasts you encountered during your travels in the future will appear according to the key points I ticked?
In a word, they were choked to death.
This is a major event related to their lives, and when they encounter a fierce beast, the form, temperament, and weakness of the fierce beast are well understood, and the possibility of survival is much greater.
Therefore, students complain and complain, and they dare not be sloppy for a moment in revision and study, and if they don't pay attention now, they will die in the future.
Open the window to see a thousand heavy snow, the snow has not disappeared when the moon is bright, the wind and snow are falling, a little more chilly, the ground is white, and the candle flame has been lit in the courtyard of the Shen family.
Li Xiyi, Lu Qiu, Shen Bujiao, and Kong Ming sat at the dining table, with exquisite dishes on the table, but no one moved their chopsticks, they all stared at the door intently, and their eyebrows were full of anxiety.
Li Shuyi took the Guangwen card and sent a few messages, but Shen Zhixing did not reply.
Shen Bujiao stretched out his head and asked, "Mother, when will my father come back?"
Li Shuyi put down the Guangwen card, suppressed the worries in his heart, rubbed Shen Bujiao's head, and said softly: "I'll be back later, it is estimated that there is something in the formation hall, delayed, you are all hungry, let's eat first, and he will come back after eating." ”
Shen Zhixing rarely went home when he reached the point of eating, and he didn't even send a message, so it was impossible not to be anxious.
Li Xianyi lost his appetite, and after eating a few bites of food, he put down his chopsticks, "I'll go to the Formation Hall to have a look." ”
As soon as she walked to the door, Shen Zhixing pushed the door in with a happy face and bumped into Li Xianyi.
Shen Zhixing hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold her, and Shen Bujiao shouted at him with his chest high, "Dad, you're back!"
Shen Zhixing grinned at her, took Li Xiyi's hand and sat in the dining room, and Lu Qiu brought him a bowl of rice from the kitchen.
Shen Zhixing took a bite of his meal before he smiled: "Our group's experimental thesis has been solved, and now we can make a puppet that can be used completely." ”
Li Shuyi was happy for him, and thought about it, and twisted the meat on his waist again, "Why don't you send me a message if there is something in the Formation Hall?"
Shen Zhixing grinned in pain, and couldn't stop shouting, "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, let go, don't you forget it because you're too busy! ”
Li Shuyi withdrew his hand and turned his head, "Eat." ”
She picked up her chopsticks, and Shen Zhixing gave her a chopstick dish as if he was courteous, "This is delicious, eat more." ”
Li Shuyi lowered his head, the corners of his lips curved an arc, and when he looked up, his eyes were still full of smiles.
The two guys are very good-looking, Shen Bujiao rarely sees her mother like this, and she thinks it's quite interesting, but she doesn't dare to stare at it all the time, it's not good to be found by her mother.