meaning of aurora

Chapter 22 Pork Song
"Guangyi, that's not what I mean. I definitely believe and stand on your side." Xuan Shi comforted: "Professor Nie must have done this, otherwise you will definitely be able to go to the school you want to go to. The profession I miss."

Xuan Shi knows Nie Guangyi's achievements best.

Even if there is a little bit of risk, Nie Guangyi doesn't need to give up so many recommended spots.

If this is just enough to get Tsinghua's grades, I will definitely go in first.

It's not that schools like Tsinghua have no channels for changing majors.

Nie Guangyi twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't have the energy to say anything more at the moment, so he could only reply weakly: "I know you still said there was a misunderstanding."

"I mean, does Professor Nie have other deeper reasons for doing this?" Xuan Shi hurriedly added, "Besides the subject."

"Xiao Shizi."

"Ok?"

"Do you think there are other reasons, the key?"

"Isn't it important?"

"What reason is there for a father to ruin his child's 12-year hard work?" Nie Guangyi raised his eyes and asked: "Even if you read the news, you should have only heard that there are parents who do everything possible to give their children Fake it?"

"I don't watch the news..."

Nie Guangyi was a little annoyed: "Is this the point?"

"No." This time, Xuan Shi answered directly.

"Then it's over?" Nie Guangyi restrained his temper. It was strange that his temper was more than twice as good as before.

"But Guangyi..." Xuan Shi hesitated, and finally continued to finish the sentence: "You don't have a mother anymore, so why don't you want to talk to your father for the rest of your life?"

Xuan Shi put it mildly.

But the sentence itself is very embarrassing.

The reason why family ties are family ties is not that they can be completely cut off by staying far away and returning to the country a few times less.

In those years when he was angry, Nie Guangyi actually didn't feel much.

He felt that he was alone, free, and better than anything else.

As he grew older and the years passed, he found himself less determined.

Such uncertainty made him choose to rush back two years ago to attend Grandma Qiu's [-]th birthday.

But his heart was not relieved by this.

……

"Why have you been gone for so long?" Zong Ji looked at his watch: "If you two don't come back, Dad will go to the Broken Bridge to find you."

"My father, did you make a mistake?" Zong Yi stuck out his tongue, made a grimace, and said playfully, "Isn't the Broken Bridge in the West Lake?"

Facing the "difficulty" of his youngest daughter, Zong Ji immediately put on a look of being troubled: "Then Ah Yi himself said that this Wan'an Bridge has been burned down and collapsed, so why not call it a broken bridge?"

Zong Yi blinked his vast eyes, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Of course it's called the bridge collapse~"

"Is there such a saying?" Zong Ji responded with a smile.

The little girl replied in a godlike way: "There is no saying in the world, but if there are many people who talk about it, it will become a saying."

It is a good thing to learn and apply it flexibly, but it happened to Zong Yi who has not yet graduated from elementary school, and Zong Ji was a little worried.

He said earnestly: "Ah Yi, if you talk like this all day long, you will easily fail the exam later on."

"You must be a fake father." Zong Yi pouted, thinking that he responded aggressively: "Give me back the real father."

"Why is it fake?"

"Because a real father will only praise me for my spirituality, just like my sister's text application."

"Oh~?" Zong Ji intentionally changed his tone several times with one word, and stretched out his tone: "Ah Yi is sure that I am your fake father, right~?"

As soon as Zong Yi heard it, he immediately understood, shook his head like a rattle, and directly started the standard classical scale rap mode: "No no no no, what's delicious?"

Zong Yi reacted before Meng Xin, and began to look for his father's food next to the RV.

A small stove using briquettes was soon discovered.

In this day and age, every household in the city is connected to natural gas.

Even the Aurora Idea studio in the valley uses liquefied petroleum gas.

Honeycomb has become an antique in many places.

The 11-year-old Zong Yi has neither seen nor heard of it.

She immediately walked in and squatted down.

Although Meng Xinzhi had seen it on TV, it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

The two sisters quickly gathered around the stove in the same posture, curious about the briquettes under the stove.

"Sister, sister, I have a question."

Because of being head-to-head with Mengxinzhi, Zongyi's rap target also changed.

"You want to ask what this is, right?" Meng Xinzhi replied directly: "This is briquette."

"My sister, you don't know me too well, how could I be curious about this, your foodie sister must be curious about what is boiled in the pot!"

"I don't know about this either, let me open it for you to see." Meng Xinzhi stretched out her hand.

It was too late to say it, but Zong Ji directly pressed the lid of the pot with his hand.

Seriously warned the two sisters: "The lid of this pot must not be opened until tomorrow morning."

"Dad, Dad, tell me why?" Although Zong Yi was a little unhappy, he obediently withdrew his hand and gave up the desire to immediately lift the lid of the pot.

"The things inside are not to be urged, so it has to be simmered slowly, [don't urge him when he is familiar with himself]." Zongji put off a trick, pouted his mouth in the direction of Meng Xinzhi, "Your sister must know how to do it. What is it?"

Meng Xin, who had already squatted down, listened to it, leaned closer and sniffed it, and asked aloud, "Song of Pork?"

"That's right!" Zong Ji stroked his non-existent beard, and opened his mouth to sing the ancient word "earth" in praise of pork——

[Clean the pan, if there is less water, the firewood can not afford smoke and flames.Don't urge him when he is familiar with himself, he will be beautiful when he is ready. 】

[Huangzhou's good pork is as cheap as dirt.The rich don't want to eat it, and the poor don't know how to boil it. When they get up in the morning, they eat two bowls, and the family is so full that they don't care about it. 】

Zong Yi was confused, especially the first part.

If you don't need it, when will you wait?
"Sister, sister, translate the first sentence." Zong Yi skipped the stage of asking and directly issued instructions.

Meng Xin was in such a rare mood that she almost sang in response: "Scrub, scrub, clean the pot first. Control the heat, control the heat, and then suppress the fire. Don't urge him, don't urge him, the heat is enough. It's delicious."

"Oh, you two are so annoying, can you stop playing charades here." Zong Yi was anxious: "If you don't talk about what's inside, I'll have to open it myself."

Meng Xinzhi put Zong Yi's hand hanging beside the stove, and gently pulled it back, to confirm that Zong Yi would not be burned, and then began to ask: "Didn't I just say that this is the song of pork? Do you think Thinking, translate the Pork Song into ancient Chinese, what should it be called?"

After a little thought, Zong Yi came up with the answer: "Pork koji."

"Almost, very close." Meng Xinzhi didn't hold back anymore: "This poem is called "Ode to Pork", and it describes the standard practice of Dongpo pork."

"Then why isn't it called "Ode to Dongpo Meat"?" Zong Yi was puzzled.

"Dongpo Pork is the [respectful title] given by our descendants to commemorate the patriarch of this dish. He certainly would not have called it that at the time." Meng Xinzhi explained softly.

After explaining to Zong Yi, Meng Xinzhi began to care about Zong Ji again: "Didn't Dad have a sty? How dare you cook such a big pot of meat at night. Are you afraid that your mother will wake up tomorrow and ask you to settle the score?"

"Oh, well, layman Dongpo can eat meat even if he has pink eye disease. What is it that your father and I have a small wheat swollen on the side of my eye that I can't even see?"

"That's right." Meng Xinzhi and Zongji looked at each other,
Then, both of them laughed heartily at the same time.

Zong Ji laughed until his eyebrows flew up, covered his eyes, and said: "I have red eyes, and I may not eat my words. I want to listen to it, but I can't say it."

Meng Xinzhi's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and she continued, "He said: "I and my son are my mouth, and that one is my eyes. How thick is he, and how thin am I? I can't use that trouble to destroy my food."

Zongji and Mengxin's words between you and me have endless resonance, directly forming an enchantment.

This made Zong Yi very angry.

Usually when she is not around, it is fine for my sister and father to "open the barrier" to make mother jealous, but now that the little princess is here, she dares to form a small group like this, isn't it a bit too much?Do you really think she dared not sue?

"You two are enough!" Zong Yi stood up with his hands on his hips.

"Dad was wrong."

"My sister is wrong."

Zongji and Mengxin spoke in unison.

Good at apologizing, here in Mengxin, also has a family background.

Zong Ji took the lead in explaining to Zong Yi: "Father and sister just told the story about Su Dongpo's pink eye disease but he couldn't let go of eating meat."

Meng Xinzhi answered: "The translation of what my father said is like this—[I have pink eye disease, and the doctor advised me not to eat meat. I really want to listen to the doctor, but my mouth doesn't agree.]"

Zong Ji picked up Meng Xinzhi's words again, and said: "The sentence your sister said was for the mouth, and the mouth said this-【I am your mouth, he is your eyes. Why should he speak? It’s just so talkative, and I’m so soft-spoken when I speak? It’s obvious that his eyes are sick, why don’t you let me eat with my mouth? How can this be possible! My mouth firmly disagrees.]”

After listening to the explanation, Zong Yi laughed more exaggeratedly than his sister and father, and was out of breath: "Really...Really?...Hahahahaha...Isn't this a real foodie?"

Zong Yi took two deep breaths, and then couldn't help but continue to laugh: "Hahahahaha, last night, my mother didn't let me eat ice cream, saying that eating ice cream at night would make my stomach hurt, hahahahaha, I just said Yes, I'll freeze my mouth, what's the matter with shutting my stomach, hahahahaha, is Su Dongpo so cute?"

Zong Yi laughed so that a sentence was divided into two paragraphs, containing four classical scales.

Meng Xin was afraid that Zong Yi would be angry with her laughter, so she quickly gave her a hug: "Of course he is so cute, otherwise how could he become the number one foodie in history?"

Zong Ji also joined the ranks to prevent Zong Yi from laughing out of his vest line: "Ah Yi, if you can hold back your laughter, Dad will tell you something even better!"

(End of this chapter)