meaning of aurora

Chapter 23: The Gift of the Glutton (Thanks to the leader of No. 010@上山打虎阶)
Zong Yi made a posture of standing at attention.

From expression to movement, it is serious like standing in a military posture.

For little Ah Yi, who was deeply trapped in the story and couldn't extricate himself, the effect of Dad's words was immediate.

After less than three seconds, Zong Yi adjusted his state and began to ask normally: "Dad, Dad, tell me quickly!"

"Okay, then Dad will talk to Ayi about Su Dongpo's "Chanting Scriptures"."

"This name..." Zong Yi asked suspiciously, "It's about Su Dongpo chanting scriptures?"

"Correct."

"Father is a liar, what's the fun in reciting scriptures?" Zong Yi was not happy, "After all, it's just the stories of Su Dongpo and Foyin. Why Su Dongpo shouted "Where is the bald donkey" as soon as he entered the door? Foyin understated it "Dongpo eats grass", or else it's the well-known story about Buddha or shit. "

"Then you can't fool my precious girl like this."

Zongji explained aloud: "The "Chanting Sutra" is different from the ones I talked about before. Listen to Dad read it to you——Dongpo eats meat and recites the scriptures, or said: "Do not recite." Po took water to rinse his mouth, Or Yun: "How can you wash a bowl of water!" Po Yun: "Ashamed, Jali will get it!""

Zong Ji was very absorbed in reading while shaking his head.

Zong Yi was impatient, and couldn't wait for Zong Ji to come out of the state, so he turned his head and rapped: "Sister, sister, translate for me!"

Meng Xinzhi was laughing so hard right now, she didn't expect to be called by her sister to translate at this time.

"This story is so vividly written that my sister can't help but want to laugh."

Seeing that his eldest daughter was so happy because of his few words, Zong Ji joined the ranks of overjoyed.

It's all right now, completely assuming that he wants to open the barrier again to keep Zong Yi out.

Zong Yi was furious: "One father, one sister, the two of you are really enough."

"My sister is wrong, and I will explain it to you."

Meng Xinzhi patted his chest, stabilized his breath, and began to translate:
"The "Chanting Sutra" says that Dongpo Layman, who loves flesh and blood, goes to the temple to practice."

"He holds the meat in his left hand and the scriptures in his right hand."

"I quickly entered the state of ecstasy in which the left hand is delicious and the right hand is beautiful."

"The monk in the temple couldn't stand it any longer, so he told him that it's not okay for you to chant scriptures like this."

"Layman Dongpo is such an easy-talking person, so naturally he won't embarrass the monk."

"So, he thought of a way - to rinse his mouth after taking a bite."

"Eat meat—gargle—recite scriptures."

"Chanting scriptures - rinsing mouth - eating meat."

"So many times."

"The scriptures are what I want, and the meat is what I want. You can't have both. Is it okay to take turns?"

Meng Xin couldn't hide her smile and asked Zong Yi: "Do you think he is cute?"

Zongyi raised his right hand and made a gesture of supporting the book, while his left hand was swaying back and forth by his mouth. He closed his eyes and imagined the scene of Su Dongpo chanting scriptures while eating meat.

Then she couldn't help being happy: "Hahahahaha, it's quite cute~"

"Really?" Zong Ji joined the conversation: "Dad didn't lie to you, did he?"

"Yeah, who is my dad? When has he ever lied to someone!" Zong Yi muttered in his heart, "Dad usually cheats ghosts".

"Hey hey." Zong Ji smiled happily, he felt that his little daughter was mercilessly praising him.

"Sister, sister, I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"While eating meat while chanting scriptures, when they were discovered, they asked if it was okay to wash their mouths. How could such a person who desecrated the pure place of Buddhism not be kicked out with a broom?"

Meng Xinzhi asked back: "How does Ah Yi know?"

"Hahahahaha, sister, have you ever dreamed about it? In the end, what happened in the end?"

"In the end, of course, it ended with Su Dongpo apologizing."

Zong Ji answered at this time: "Apologizing in time is the traditional virtue of a good Chinese man. When Ah Yi finds a partner in the future, remember to find someone who knows when to apologize!"

A father seized every opportunity to instill in his young daughter the most correct criteria for choosing a mate.

"I understand, Dad." Zong Yi nodded his head, "In the future, when I look for a husband, I will find someone who is as good at apologizing as Dad, so that when I am bored, I can bully my husband for fun like my mother. Never idle all day, right?"

"..."

Zong Ji never expected that the one who was "correct" in the end would be himself who was injured.

It hurts.

If an apology isn't the truth, a diversion must be.

Zongji said earnestly, "Ah Yi, do you know that Layman Dongpo is the patriarch with a strict wife?"

"Cut~ Don't believe it!" Zong Yi made a grimace at Zong Ji, and countered triumphantly: "As a foodie, I only know that he is the ancestor of Yang Xiezi."

"No, dear girl, this size is the same size, your father and my family status, compared with Su Dongpo, it is absolutely worthless!"

"What's the matter, Comrade Lao Zong." Meng Xinzhi couldn't take it any longer, and directly teased his father, saying, "Layman Dongpo has three wives. Comrade Lao Zong wants to marry four?"

"No, no, no, it's not this. What your father and I are after is the throne of the family under the management of the same CEO, the emperor's emperor."

"Your brother's younger brother is about the same." Zong Yi didn't give face at all, and directly exposed it, and after it was over, he still wanted to find an ally: "Sister, don't you think so?"

"Ah Yi, how can you slander Dad like this?" Zong Ji was aggrieved.

"My father, you are such a big man, how dare you call the fact slander?"

"Why is it the truth?" Zong Ji began to present the facts: "Your father and I drink and eat meat at home on weekdays, the amount is always unlimited, right? Even if we occasionally go out and drink too much and come back, at most we can apologize, right? "

Zongyi nodded.

With Zong Yi's affirmation, Zong Ji went to ask Meng Xinzhi again: "You give father a certificate, does Su Dongpo have to write a guarantee letter when he goes out to drink a few glasses of wine and eat a few pieces of meat?"

Zongji and Zongyi looked at Meng Xinzhi at the same time.

Zongji hoped to establish the majesty of his father in front of his youngest daughter.

Zongyi hopes to prove that he has a pair of piercing eyes.

Meng Xinzhi glanced at Zong Ji who was eager to prove himself, couldn't hold back a smile, and echoed: "I really wrote it!"

"Is it, isn't it, isn't it!" Zong Ji became enthusiastic in an instant: "Ah Xin, quickly translate for your sister, and stop talking about those ancient Chinese that she can't understand at such a critical time."

"Okay, listen to Dad." Meng Xinzhi patted Zong Yi's head, smiled and said: "You wait for sister to think about how to translate."

After a few seconds:

"I, Su Dongpo, swear an oath here today."

"From now on, I will limit myself to a glass of wine and a piece of meat for a meal."

"No matter how important the guests come, we can only relax to three times."

"This is the limit, there can only be less but not more!"

"Whoever of you wants to invite me to dinner, remember that this is the highest standard."

Zong Yi was stunned and asked, "Is it true?"

"Really." Meng Xinzhi affirmed: "Dongpo Layman also explained in a cover-up manner, the purpose of his making this oath, the first is to be peaceful to nourish happiness, the second is to widen the stomach to nourish Qi, and the third is The third is to save money to raise money. If you don’t believe me, you can check it out.”

"What's the point of checking something like a guarantee letter? Isn't it good to ask Dad?"

Accidentally, Comrade Zongji exposed the fact that he has rich experience.

[Dongpo layman has been nothing but a noble and a meat since today.There are respected guests, and three of them are full of food, which can be damaged but not increased.Those who call me should do so in advance, and if the master does not follow through, stop.The first is to be safe to nourish happiness, the second is to widen the stomach to nourish qi, and the third is to save money to nourish wealth. 】

Zong Yi was enjoying hearing the story right now, so he didn't have the habit of telling the truth when he saw it through, and continued to ask: "Sister, sister, did he do it?"

"What do you think?" Meng Xinzhi didn't answer directly: "A person who will fight for favor with his mouth and eyes for a long time for a piece of meat, and say [how thick is he, how thin am I] can control himself to treat meat longing?"

"It shouldn't be possible." Zong Yi thought for a while, and added earnestly, "It's just like Dad said that he would never secretly make supper for us again."

"Baby Yi." Zongji pulled both of Zongyi's hands up, bent his legs to the same height as Zongyi, and questioned aggrievedly: "You little heartless, why don't you give me supper for you and sister? Made a mistake, right?"

Zong Yi pulled out his hand, took advantage of the opportunity to hold Zong Ji's cheeks, and said caringly, "Baby Dad, dare you say that you never ate it yourself under the banner of making supper for my sister and me. more than the two of us combined."

"Hi! Let me say..." Zong Ji stood up straight, but he didn't continue speaking. He glanced at Meng Xinzhi.

That look is very special.

Take 10% being miserable, and 80% asking for help.

The last remaining 10% are the most complex.

It seems to be saying, [I am your father, come and help me soon. 】

It seemed to be saying, 【That's your sister, don't worry about it. 】

No matter what the ingredients are, Meng Xinzhi has always been responsive to her father's requests.

"Do you want to compare with my sister, who knows that Su Dongpo likes to eat more?" In terms of attracting Zongyi's attention, Meng Xinzhi is definitely an expert.

"Just compare." Zong Yi rubbed his fists and said, "I'll come first, [he eats [-] lychees a day, and is always a native of Lingnan], he loves to eat lychees."

"【Nild celery has perennial roots, and every inch is alone. When the snow buds move, spring doves can be eaten】, he likes to eat turtledove stewed with celery." Meng Xinzhi answered.

It was only the first round, and Zong Yi realized that he no longer knew what his sister was talking about.

In this world, if there is a foodie question that she can't answer, it is definitely a problem with the question itself: "You can't do this kind of sister, I'm talking about the fruit Dongpo Layman loves to eat, you can't cross categories, you have to cross categories , you have to admit defeat."

Meng Xinzhi said without hesitation: "[Fragrant mist is shocking and half-broken, clear springs flow teeth and timid first taste], he loves to eat oranges, not only loves to eat, but also adds a sentence after eating [Wu Ji's hands still smell good after three days]. "

"What do you mean?" Zong Yi automatically turned on the thirsty mode for knowledge.

"It means that if a beauty in Wu land eats an orange, the fragrance will stay on her hands for more than three days."

"My god, what kind of beauty is this? Is this the sloppy queen? Doesn't she even wash her hands? How sloppy does a person have to be to smell what she ate three days ago on her hands? My god , How terrible this is! Sister, tell me something else about brainwashing."

Zong Yi kicked the ball to Meng Xinzhi very smoothly.

If she didn't need to remember the source of the poems, she could at least tell that when Su Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou, he liked to eat fish and bamboo shoots, and when he was demoted to Hainan, he ate grilled oysters.

But it happened to be herself, who said [eating three hundred lychees a day], which led to a serious shortage of "words" in the classical sense.

It's okay to be poor.

Admit it, absolutely impossible.

Zong Yi firmly believed that she needed to be brainwashed before letting her sister continue.

It's definitely not that the knowledge reserve is limited, and you can't get a sentence right.

Yep, that's it.

Meng Xinzhi cooperatively gave a very simple reminder: "Layman Dongpo also likes duck, asparagus, and puffer fish."

Zongji answered at this time: "This father knows, 【Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river is a prophet of plumbing ducks. Artemisia persicae is full of short reed buds on the ground, and it is the time when puffer fish are about to go up.】"

"Dad! I'm going to tell Mom right now, you secretly made a big pot of Dongpo pork again!"

Zong Yi was extremely angry. It was a rare opportunity to show her knowledge reserve, but her father took it first.

After speaking, Zong Yi turned around and left.

Zong Ji hurriedly stopped the younger daughter, and once again, asked the eldest daughter for help with 10%+80%+10% eyes.

"Xiaoyi, my sister told you that it's not interesting to just be a foodie. If you like to eat, you have to be a gourmet like Dongpo layman. My sister suggests that you memorize the first Fu of Chinese food."

"The first endowment of Chinese cuisine? Is there such a endowment?"

"some."

"It belongs to Su Dongpo too?"

"correct."

"what is it call?"

""Ode to the Gluttony". Any foodie who memorizes this Fu will be blessed by the Eternal God of Cookery and upgrade from a foodie to a gourmet."

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

"Of course there is. This is a song of food that has never been seen before or since."

"Is it really that exaggerated? My sister will give me an example first, and I will consider whether to recite it or not."

"Okay, do you want an example? Think about it, sister."

Excerpt from The Beginning of Dream Heart:
"It is said in this poem that those who know how to eat meat can only eat the small handful at the back of the pig's neck——[a stalk on the taste item]."

"Those who know how to eat crabs will choose the big pieces of meat in the two big pincers of the fattest crabs before the frost - [chewing the two claws before the frost]."

"Clams should be eaten with wine when they are half-cooked-[clams are half-cooked and contain wine]."

"Crabs are also the best if they are half-baked, and must be steamed with distiller's grains—[crabs are slightly unripe but with distiller's grains]."

"The best practice, the best way to eat, and the best parts are all included."

Meng Xinzhi asked: "Do you know the difference between a gourmet and a foodie?"

"Got it, my sister, I'll recite it when I get back in the car!"

"That won't work, you carry it in the car, if you wake up your mother, I will recite it a little bit." Meng Xinzhi is not afraid of anyone, except her own mother.

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　　Just a small question, the day before yesterday, he said that he bit a finger, and the update will be later.

　　The day before yesterday, he said that the update would be half a day late because he had to go to the hospital to have his fingers checked.

　　I'm a little curious about how hard a person has to be to himself before he can bite his finger to the point where he needs to go to the doctor...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)