God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 389 Very Good
After a while, the blonde girl picked a lot of small chrysanthemums and came over.

Inula and coltsfoot are quite alike, they are small round chrysanthemums.

The color is golden yellow.

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

The leaves of inula are relatively slender and firm.

After picking the little chrysanthemums, Chen Er started to make cold food porridge.

Wash the rice first, add water and cook with the almonds.

Then pick off the fresh inula and coltsfoot flowers, clean them, and put them aside for later use.As soon as the porridge in the pot boils, put the flowers in and let it boil again.

After the second boiling, the cold food porridge is ready, turn off the fire, add a little honey to the porridge to adjust the taste, and then serve it.

While cooking porridge, Chen Er told 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 custom of changing fire.In ancient times, the climate was often dry in early spring, and the fires preserved by people were easy to cause fires.Spring thunder can also easily trigger wildfires.

Therefore, at this time of the year, the ancients would hold grand sacrificial activities to extinguish all the fire passed down from the previous year.So it is called "fire ban".Then keep the new tinder.

And during this time, people must prepare enough cooked food in advance.Living with cold food is called "cold food", hence the name "cold food festival".The Cold Food Festival lasts for more than [-] years, and is known as the largest folk festival.

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

So today, thousands of years later, almost no one in China is celebrating the Cold Food Festival.

Chen Er only behaved like a teacher when he said these things, speaking in an orderly manner, with a gentle and calm attitude.

Like a storyteller sitting quietly in a teahouse.

The blond girl asked Chen Er, "Then when the cold food porridge is ready, do you have to let it cool before eating?"

Chen Er nodded, "Of course, if you're not afraid of the heat, you can cook it right away and eat it right away."

The blonde girl quickly shook her head, "I'd rather eat cold food."

That look made it seem like eating hot porridge was a terrible thing.

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

Just now Chen Er poured himself a cup of hot water to drink.I was asked repeatedly by all the students, wouldn't it feel hot to drink hot water?
Chen Er didn't understand, what does drinking hot water have to do with 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 also some cafeteria staff and some other students who came to eat in the cafeteria.

They seem to be curious about what porridge made from fresh flowers looks like.

Chen Er turned off the fire, then took the pot down and opened the lid.

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, everyone quickly poked their heads over.

A large expanse of white mist suddenly rose from the pot, just like a train tooting past in the cold air in the early morning of autumn, and then a large expanse of hot steam came out from the front of the car.

The steam turned into a white mist in the cold air, slowly and lightly dispersed to the surroundings, and slid over the bare branches, carrying illusory warmth and light water mist.

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

Then put the spoon into the pot again and stir slowly.

The white mist coming out of the pot first became thicker under the stirring of the spoon, then gradually became lighter, and then became lighter and lighter.

Like being enveloped by the autumn morning sun.

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

The aroma of chrysanthemum is very faint, but it carries a meaning that cannot be ignored.

It seems that this fragrance is floating everywhere, and it is also mixed with a touch of sweet honey.

The blond girl felt as if even the tips of her own hair were tainted with this fragrance.

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

The blond girl suddenly became a little intoxicated, she took a deep breath, feeling incredible.

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

"Sir, can I eat now?"

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

Chen Er smiled and nodded, "Of course."

So everyone quickly picked up the bowls placed next to them, and then stared at Chen Er eagerly.

Chen Er scooped a spoonful of porridge into their bowls one by one and finished the whole pot of porridge.

"Hey, it's a pity that there is no japonica rice in the United States. The japonica rice is the best for cooking porridge."

Chen Er slightly sighed with regret.

But after he finished speaking, he found that no one was listening, or in other words, no one noticed what he was saying.

Everyone eagerly picked up the porridge bowl in their hands, then scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a small spoon, blew it casually, and put it directly into their mouths regardless of Sanqi 21.

Then everyone was scalded and grinned.

But they were reluctant to put down the food in their mouths and the bowls in their hands, so they all breathed out of their mouths while drinking porridge.

After a while, everyone's face was flushed, as if drunk.

Chen Er glanced at everyone silently, "Who the hell said that Wai Guoren doesn't like rice."

After finishing speaking, he said with emotion, "It would be great if 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 his porridge. "Japonic rice, I said it's better to cook porridge with non-japonica rice."

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

Chen Er said with a smile, "You really know how to plan..."

"It's impossible. You only cook a kind of food once. If you want to eat it later, you can learn it by yourself."

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

"How could I!"

Chen Er dug his ears, "Learn, if you don't know it, just learn it slowly, you will always learn it."

After finishing speaking, Chen Er turned his attention to the others, "Just now, did you take any notes?"

The blond girl quickly raised her hand, "I took notes!"

Chen Er nodded very satisfied, "Very good."

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

(End of this chapter)