The king just wanted to speak, remembering that he didn't know much, but with Lingbao's spirit of "breaking the sand pot and asking the end", the king was very worried that his status as a teacher would be challenged!

"Matcha is a kind of tea." It says.

Ling Bao tilted his head, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with this.

The little girl was too naïve to know that the king had said a word of nonsense.

The king coughed lightly and said, "This thing is too simple, you should ask your eldest brother tomorrow, your eldest brother must know." I'll add to it when the time comes. ”

Lingbao doesn't make trouble, she also likes to ask her big brother.

She simply flipped through the recipe and read it while reading the words.

"What is a potato? And what is a pumpkin? And corn, what is it? Lingbao was a little frustrated, "I haven't heard of any of this." ”

The king patted her leg with his paw and said, "Not only you, they haven't heard of your eldest brother, and like purple potatoes, they haven't been introduced yet." ”

Lingbao was shocked: "So many that haven't been introduced?" ”

"Yes, it's normal, every plant has its own place of origin." The king said.

The recipe is in color, and there are clear pictures inserted in it, to be exact, many books in the library are like this, Ling Bao was stunned when he saw it for the first time, is there still such a book in the world?

Later it turned out that only the books in her library were like this.

In the picture, it is a finished dish, and it clearly seems to be right in front of you, and the thick oil and sauce are red, as if you have smelled the fragrance at the end of your nose.

Lingbao touched his little belly sadly, feeling that his appetite had gone too far.

In order not to keep swallowing his saliva, Ling Bao closed the "delicious" recipe and went to find a textbook that according to the king was a study for later generations of "elementary school" students.

But not long after watching it, the king urged her to go to sleep.

"Go to bed, children need to eat and sleep more to grow taller."

Ling Bao obediently put down the book, got into the quilt, and yawned when his head touched the pillow.

"Good night, King."

Sleep until dawn.

Lingbao rubbed his eyes and went out, and Cheng Yi, who was boxing in the yard, immediately came over: "The sun is all drying your buttocks, Xiao Lingbao, you can sleep." ”

Lingbao was squirmed by what she said, she read the book too late last night.

Cheng Yi pinched his sister's little face, and said evilly: "Is it okay to call you a little piglet in the future?" ”

Lingbao counterattacked: "That second brother is the second piglet!" ”

Cheng Yi was speechless, pointed to the eldest brother who came over and said, "That big brother is a big piglet!" ”

Cheng Yun: "......"

Ling Bao's eyes were spinning, revealing a hint of cunning, and she asked, "We are all piglets, what about Daddy?" ”

Cheng Yi blurted out: "Old piglet." ”

After saying that, for some reason, there was a creepy feeling behind it.

Cheng Yun raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to turn back.

Cheng Yi turned his head indistinctly and met his father's black face with suppressed anger.

Cheng Zhongqian took off his shoes and punched Cheng Yi's ass!

"Whew, Daddy, Daddy! I was wrong, I didn't mean it! Whoa, pain, pain, pain! Daddy—"

Ignoring the chickens and dogs in the yard, Cheng Yun calmly picked up Lingbao and went to wash.

Cheng Yi wailed, Lingbao, you actually hurt me!

Lingbao hugged his eldest brother's neck and asked, "Big brother, why didn't Daddy go to school today?" ”

"It's a holiday today. Feng'an County School has a holiday every ten days, and it will also have a holiday when it comes to festivals. ”

After all, many students come from poor backgrounds, and if they can't study, they don't care about their families, and they put all their work on the family.

"Wow, it turns out that the county school will still have a holiday." Whatever others say, Lingbao is very popular.

"That's right." Cheng Yun said as he motioned for her to look up and wiped her face with a handkerchief, "Okay, let's go play, I'll go pour the water in your house." ”

"Erlang, you come with me."

In the end, it was the eldest brother, or the younger brother who rescued the suffering with a kind heart.

Cheng Yi whined and ran over and hid behind his eldest brother: "Dad, I really know it's wrong, I was thinking that the family has to be tidy." ”

Cheng Zhongqian raised his shoes again: "Say it again!" ”

Cheng Yi shrunk his neck, the eldest husband can bend and stretch, and if he doesn't say it, he won't say it.

"Big brother, let's go pour water."

Pour the water from the wooden basin into the vegetable patch, take the water scoop and rinse it and put it back.

Lingbao shouted: "Big brother, I have a question for you, can you tell me about it?" ”

"Absolutely. What's the problem? Cheng Yun sat down next to her.

Ling Bao moved to his side and asked, "Big brother, do you know matcha?" ”

"The last tea? I know. Cheng Yun thought she was caused by her inarticulate speech.

Lingbao's eyes lit up, and his little hand held the fingers of his eldest brother: "Then can you tell me about it?" ”

"The end of tea, which refers to the tea bricks made into fine powder, originated in the Wei and Jin dynasties of China." Cheng Yun said slowly, "The method is to collect the tender tea leaves in the spring, and after finishing, make them into cakes and tea for preservation." When it is eaten, the cake and tea are first baked and dried on the fire, then ground into powder with a natural stone mill, then poured into the tea bowl and flushed into boiling water, and the tea in the bowl is fully stirred with a tea whisk to make it foam, and it can be drunk. ”

Lingbao seems to understand whether he understands or not.

How does she know what cake and tea, finishing, baking, tea whisk, she has never even drunk tea, only boiled water.

"The poet Lu Tong has a poem, 'The blue clouds lead the wind to blow constantly, and the white flowers float and condense the bowl noodles', which is the last tea."

Ling Bao suddenly opened up: "Oh-"

Didn't understand.

But why is the "matcha" pronounced by the eldest brother different from the matcha she reads, is she mispronounced?

The king meowed: "Lingbao, you ask your brother to write these two words." ”

Cheng Yun wrote it on the ground, and Ling Bao realized that it was not the same "erase" word!

"Matcha was developed from the end of tea, and other countries in later generations learned and carried it forward, so that people in later generations did not know about the end of tea, only matcha." The king said regretfully.

Ling Bao said angrily: "How can this be? ”

At the same time, she also asked: "But why don't they protect their things?" ”

"There are all kinds of reasons, the most fundamental is that there is not enough attention, I didn't pay attention to it at the time, and then it was too late." The king once saw the last craftsman of a certain traditional culture die, but no one inherited him, and in the end he could only die with hatred.

This topic is a little heavy, and Lingbao feels that the king is unhappy, and he is also a little unhappy.

Cheng Yun glanced at the king, touched Lingbao's head, and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" ”

Lingbao cheered up and said, "Because I see ...... Thinking that matcha is green, doesn't adding it to the dough turn into green steamed buns? ”

Cheng Yun: "It's really true." Our little head melon is becoming more and more flexible. ”

Lingbao is very coaxing, and a compliment made her forget the troubles just now.