meaning of aurora

Chapter 77 The Width of Lightning
The soul of cooking rice is crispy fried dough sticks.

Whether it is sweet or salty, except for the main ingredient of glutinous rice, only crispy fried dough sticks remain the same.

Compared with regular fried dough sticks, crispy fried dough sticks are a bit darker in color.

Bright and crispy.

It makes a crackling sound when you bite, and leaves a mouthful of fragrance.

People in the rivers and lakes call it [Old Fried Tiao].

When food safety is not taken care of so carefully, the crispiness of the old fried dough sticks is mostly fried with edible alum.

Zong Ji naturally would not let his daughter eat such unhealthy food.

He used yeast powder and re-fried.

Not dark nor blurry.

Zongji's suitcase was full of food.

From raw materials to seasoning, it can be said that everything is available.

There's even a pot that works especially well.

A large part of the reason why Zong Ji had to travel so far to send his daughter to school was because he wanted to cook some delicious meals for his daughter.

It is best to take advantage of this time to teach a few simple ones.

When Meng Xinzhi was in China, he said that he wanted to learn.

Zong Ji was reluctant to let his daughter move a finger.

Day by day, until I went to study abroad.

Britain is a gourmet desert, and everyone who Zongji asked about it said it was bad.

There is one detail that can be used as evidence for this matter.

Regardless of men and women, most of them will fall in love with a woman deeply after studying in the UK for a long time.

I can't extricate myself from thinking day and night, no one can live without her.

This woman's name is Tao Huabi.

People in the Jianghu are called "Old Godmother".

Those boys and girls who stay in the country for a long time will basically cook for themselves after staying in the UK for a long time.

It's a survival instinct.

If you really can't learn it, you will also add a spoonful of Laoganma to the white rice.

Laoganma is much more expensive abroad than in China, and it is inseparable from the pursuit of this group of international students.

At this moment, Nie Guangyi is quite desperate.

He has already reacted.

He had actually heard of cooking rice.

When I was in high school, I heard Xuan Shi talk about the famous breakfast in southern Zhejiang, and the glutinous rice that is the number one breakfast in Wenzhou.

Wenzhou glutinous rice, also known as cooking rice, is said to be breakfast, but it does not save time and effort at all.

You need to soak the glutinous rice in water one day in advance.

Only in this way can every grain of glutinous rice become crystal clear when steaming the next day.

If you want to eat something salty, pour the raw mushroom soup made in advance, and then serve it with old fried dough sticks. This is salty rice.

Salty cooking rice is usually paired with sweet soy milk.

If you want to eat something sweet, after putting the old fried dough sticks, sprinkle with sugar, this is sweet rice.

Sweet cooking rice is usually paired with salty soy milk.

When he was studying in Shanghai Middle School, he heard Xuan Shi mention it once.

It is said that a fellow villager opened a breakfast shop in a corner.

He also specifically asked Xuan Shi how to make soy milk salty. Xuan Shi said to add soy sauce, seaweed, and ordinary fried dough sticks, and finally sprinkle some mustard and green onion.

Adding these things to soy milk will produce an agglomeration reaction, and it will look grainy, neither white nor smooth.

As soon as Zong Ji said that both sweet and salty tastes are fine, Nie Guangyi remembered what Xuan Shi said about salty rice with sweet syrup, and sweet rice with salty syrup.

This match, Nie Guangyi just thought about it and found it hard to swallow.

Not to mention that his cleanliness does not allow him to eat breakfast in a corner.

Nie Guangyi immediately said that even if he died of starvation in his life, he would never want to eat such a breakfast.

When they arrived in Italy, because of Cheng Nuo's loss of contact, Xuan Shi chose to break with the past.

Due to various reasons, Nie Guangyi has never eaten the number one breakfast in Wenzhou.

The name that Xuanshi emphasized at the time was actually Wenzhou glutinous rice.

If it wasn't for his memory being much better than the average person, he might not have reacted until now.

He certainly can't be blamed for this.

Who is to blame?
Xiao Shizi didn't explain clearly when she was in high school, so she must bear 20% of the responsibility.

Brother Zong's family, from the old to the young, cite scriptures and classics at every turn, and they must have 75% of the responsibility.

The remaining 5% should be attributed to Professor Nie.

He has been allergic to classics for 14 years, and Professor Nie insisted on writing to get rid of his allergens.

It's alright now, he suffered a backlash, which made him want to get close to Dian Gu at every turn.

Just imagine, how does a person who is allergic to peanuts feel after eating peanuts?
Would a person allergic to mangoes who were told to eat whatever they wanted would want to give it a try?
This is human nature.

Not under his control.

In life, everything has a cause and effect.

Thousands of mistakes are wrong, and the broad sense is right.

It's just that the matter of social death itself is a bit troublesome.

Hey blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, even if you want to withdraw a sentence, the time limit for retracting has passed.

What should we do now?
What kind of reason do you want to find?

Say [Of course I know that cooking rice is a noun], or [Who is free to go to the classics to find where the first discussion of seeing may not be believing appears].

Nie Guangyi really didn't know.

Most importantly, this kind of discussion, which is similar to philosophy, is likely to exist in several different ancient civilizations at the same time.

In any case, there may be omissions.

What if the girl checks it out?

It's very inexplicable, he just doesn't want to admit that he has a blind spot in knowledge in front of Meng Xin.

If he can take up the topic of [Seeing is not necessarily believing], he can skip the embarrassment of talking about [Yan Yuan cooks rice] for a long time.

The problem is that I can't take it down, and even if I do, I can't tell why.

The god-like character set up with great difficulty may collapse.

How to do?How to do!
right!

Isn't there an ultimate truth?

As long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Nie Guangyi chose to be an ostrich, and said to him from left to right: "Brother Zongji, do you know what summer is for a single dog?"

"Ah?" Zong Ji missed Nie Guangyi's point.

Nie Guangyi then asked Meng Xinzhi: "Girl, do you know? The summer of being single."

"I don't know either." Meng Xinzhi responded with a smile.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience, but Nie Guangyi always feels that Meng Xinzhi's smile has a deep meaning.

If there is, then what can I do?Anyway, he didn't feel embarrassed at all!
Nie Guangyi responded with a smile, and said casually: "Let me give you a hint, it's about a kind of food."

Zongji took over the topic: "Single dog summer, answer a kind of food? Brain teaser?"

"You can say that." Nie Guangyi responded.

Zong Ji smiled: "I thought it was only when we were young that we played this kind of brain teaser."

"Brother Sochi, we are of the same generation. There is no such thing as when you were a child and when I was a child." Zuo Jing went online.

"Ah, you're right. I thought you had some ideas. Haha, you're right."

Nie Zuojing was confused by Zongji's four [yes]: "What's wrong? Brother Zongji."

"No!" Zong Ji quickly changed the topic: "Let me think about it, in the summer of being single, one kind of food... dog tail grass!"

"Can dogtail grass be eaten?" Nie Guangyi was shocked.

"Why not? When we were young, we used to pick the dog's tail grass in our mouths every day!" After finishing speaking, Zong Ji still didn't forget to grab Nie Tianqin: "Professor Nie, you must have gathered with your friends to play with the dog's tail grass when you were young. right?"

"When I was young..." Nie Tianqin recalled: "I really didn't. When I was young, I basically studied at home. There was no dogtail grass in the yard, and there were no friends to play with."

Zong Ji didn't know about Nie Tianqin's growth experience.

It is also impossible for Nie Tianqin to tell his life experience to someone he has known for less than a day.

Nie Tianqin tried to get back to the topic: "Aren't we discussing the earliest source of [Seeing is not believing]?"

"Professor Nie!" Nie Guangyi was a little anxious. The topic he had just broken up with great difficulty was about to be taken back. How can this be done?
Nie Guangyi asked his old father: "Do you know what food is for a single dog in summer?"

"I don't know." Nie Tianqin has always been very strict, what he knows is what he knows, what he doesn't know is what he doesn't know.

Zong Ji was interested in brain teasers, after thinking for a long time, he said again: "Jelly."

"Why jelly, Dad?" Meng Xin was curious.

She really can talk to dad about anything.

"Single dogs, you must hide in your room in summer. Isn't that a kennel? Isn't a kennel a dog hole? Isn't the homonym for a dog hole a jelly?"

"Father is right!" Meng Xinzhi was quickly convinced.

The big daddy is the biggest.

A series of question marks floated across Nie Guangyi's forehead.

? ? ?This is all right? ? ?

"Girl, don't you really think it's jelly?" Nie Guangyi was surprised.

"No, but brain teasers are meant to be explained. Only a three-year-old thinks that the answer to a brain teaser is the only one."

"Why is there only a three-year-old child? If you make random guesses, you can just say random guesses. Why do you have to involve a three-year-old child?" Nie Guangyi was a little bit reluctant.

"It seems a little imprecise." Meng Xinzhi smiled and apologized: "Then let's be ten years old. Anyway, Zong Yi doesn't think so anymore."

"It's just nonsense!" Nie Guangyi was inexplicably annoyed.

Meng Xinzhi withdrew her apology and asked back: "Isn't the core of the brain teaser just nonsense?"

It is rare for Meng Xinzhi to be so sharp.

It's okay to say she's talking nonsense, but it's absolutely not okay to bring dad along.

This is the logic of Dream Heart.

Zong Ji quickly smoothed things over: "Ah Xin, you just said that you didn't think it was jelly? Then what do you think it is?"

"Dad, what happens to single dogs in summer?"

"Hmm... bitten by a mosquito." Zong Ji thought about it again.

"Single dog, mosquito bite... Shan, mosquito..." Meng Xinzhi arranged and combined to respond: "According to my father's idea, single mosquito is mosquito single, which is homonymous with Wendan. Wendan is grapefruit in our place. Answer For one kind of food, it is Wendan pomelo."

"Ah Xin is right!" Zong Ji was very happy.

Nie Guangyi was speechless.

If there is no wrong guess, Meng Xinzhi really knows the answer in his heart.

If not, I wouldn't have specifically asked Zongji [what happens to single dogs in summer].

But clearly know, why not directly guide or give the correct answer?

Nie Guangyi turned to ask Nie Tianqin the same question, feeling a little bit unwilling to be outdone.

"Guangyi, is it a single dog? In summer, except that it will feel hot, there shouldn't be any difference, right?"

"Hahahahaha." Nie Guangyi laughed heartily, and immediately took Nie Tianqin's hand and began to shake it: "It really is my own father! One word tells the truth."

Nie Tianqin was a little surprised by his son's sudden intimacy.

Zong Ji didn't understand, he asked Meng Xinzhi [what does it mean] with his eyes.

Furui Wubo's response from Mengxin: "Single dogs feel hot in summer, so they become hot dogs."

To be honest, if it wasn't for playing with Zong Yi, Meng Xinzhi would have lost interest in such childish brain teasers seven or eight years ago.

Nie Guangyi also heard this sentence, he felt that Meng Xinzhi had finally reached the point, and asked kindly: "Miss, do you want to eat hot dogs?"

"No, thank you, I'll lose weight." It was impossible for Meng Xinzhi to miss the glutinous rice that her father brought out from China to make for her.

The master's degree in the UK is very short, but it takes at least one year.

Nie Guangyi looked disgusted: "You are so thin and still lose weight? If you lose weight, you won't be afraid of panic."

It's all like this, and Nie Guangyi still thinks it's not enough: "Brother Zongji, why don't you take care of it?"

On this point, it is rare for Zong Ji to be more consistent with Nie Guangyi: "I also persuaded, but Ah Xin said that to dance, you must maintain a good figure, and you must be as thin as a lightning bolt."

"Girl, are you really going to be thin like a lightning bolt?" Nie Guangyi changed the subject of the question.

"Yeah." Meng Xinzhi nodded in response.

"Then I really admire your courage..." Nie Guangyi paused. Until here, Nie Tianqin felt that there was nothing wrong with his son's communication skills.

Unexpectedly, Nie Guangyi gasped and added: "Girls nowadays are really ignorant."

"In a broad sense, how can it be ignorant for girls to lose weight?" Nie Tianqin joined the ranks of smoothing things over: "This is the love of beauty that everyone has."

"Of course there is no problem with losing weight. Of course it is okay to lose weight. But lightning, anyone with a little common sense knows that even the narrowest part of the lightning in the sky is four meters long. Up to four meters?"

Nie Guangyi turned to Meng Xinzhi jokingly: "Dare to ask this girl, do you want to hit the Guinness World Record with your waistline?"

"Big head!" Nie Tianqin couldn't listen anymore: "Who would call information like how wide lightning is common sense? Go out and ask, how many people know about it?"

"Father! Why is my head so big?" Nie Guangyi stood up and protested: "Go and see Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Man", and then measure your son and me. From head to toe, what is wrong? The golden ratio."

"Guangyi my son, why are you so excited this early in the morning?" Nie Tianqin advised his son earnestly: "Can you be a little more normal?"

"What's abnormal? Which man doesn't get excited in the morning? Isn't it abnormal if you don't get excited?"

Nie Tianqin stopped talking.

After 14 years of estrangement, it really takes more time to get to know my own son again...

(End of this chapter)