MTL - Live Beautification System-Chapter 546 soup tease heartstrings

  Chapter 546 Soup Teases Heartstrings

  Ding Yan beat Gongsun Xiao in the flying flower order, and was going to compete with Xue Lingyun in the fast flying flower order again. The theme is Moon. They also increased the difficulty. The sentences of the same poem cannot be repeated. All the poems I just said can no longer be used. If I say it, I will lose. Like a spring river flower moon night, I don’t know how many sentences with the moon, so I can’t play it.

   "April is the end of the world, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom." Ding Yan began.

   "Life is like a dream, and a statue is like a moon in the river." Xue Lingyun first said some mainstream poems, trying to make the other party unable to answer.

  Ke Ding Yan continued without hesitation: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are as red as February flowers."

  Xue Lingyun still has a way: "To be happy in life, you must have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

   "Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon." Ding Yan answered very smoothly.

   "The bright moonlight in front of the bed may be frost on the ground." Xue Lingyun remained calm. She is very familiar with Li Bai's poems.

   "When is the bright moon, ask the blue sky for wine." Ding Yan also used the same strategy, first occupying the particularly mainstream poems. In this poem, there are too many sentences with moons.

   "In August and autumn, the high wind howls and rolls the three layers of grass on my house." Xue Lingyun is also very familiar with the poems of the poet Du Fu.

   "The bright moon leaves the branches to frighten the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night." Ding Yanjing said the poems of the Song Dynasty.

   "The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." Xue Lingyun dominates Tang poetry.

   "Will hold the eagle bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot Sirius." Ding Yan didn't think twice.

  The two kept writing poems at such a fast pace, but in the end, Xue Lingyun's poem database was exhausted, and it was a pity that she lost.

  She was very surprised and said: "Ding Mu, how did your son be educated, why did he have so many poems?"

   "You have to ask him this, I didn't teach this." Ding Mu has already prepared the meal and is serving it out.

  Ding Yan smiled proudly: "Actually, it's nothing. I just memorized a handbook. It seems to be called "Youth Must-Read Ancient Poetry Handbook". There are 620 poems in total."

"No, it's not that simple." Xue Lingyun is a medical student and has deep research on brain science. She said to Ding Yan, "It's not difficult to memorize it. As long as you master the method and take a little time, you can memorize it. The key is you The memory retrieval speed is too fast, it doesn’t look like a child of this age. How proficient in poetry is it to do this.”

  Ding Mu said: "Children are different from adults. Things memorized by rote are different from things memorized by methods. Of course, things like him are memorized by rote, and the retrieval speed is fast."

   "Memorize it by rote..." Xue Lingyun really didn't expect it, "Has this kid's IQ been tested? I suspect it must be above 300."

   "It's amazing." Gongsun Xiao also praised.

  Ding Mu shook his head and said, "For me, this may not be a good thing."

   "Isn't it good that the child is smart?" Gongsun Xiao went to help serve the plate.

Ding Mu said: "The young talents are the most perishable. If there is any, father and brother should worry about it, not joy. It is necessary to keep it simple, make them familiar with the classics, and train them with generosity and respect. Don't let those who are frivolous Traveling place. After more than ten years, I have developed my own interests."

"You're still a set of things. But it's true to have this insight." Xue Lingyun thought for a while, and said emphatically, "It makes sense, if a smart person wants to learn from the bad and do bad things, that's the most terrible thing. Ding Yan, you can't do bad things, don't play with bad kids."

  Ding Yan looked at Xue Lingyun with innocent eyes, and said with a simple smile: "Aunt Ling, can I come and play with you often in the future?"

   "Huh? Yes." Xue Lingyun suddenly felt that the child's eyes were extremely clear, as if they overlapped with Ding Mu at a certain moment, but he was just a very cute child.

  Ding Mu said: "Come, come, let's eat first, and try my handicrafts. I have four dishes and one soup, which is called food for men and women."

   "Where do the allusions come from?" Literary young women like Xue Lingyun must use literary methods to coax them.

  Ding Mu said: "These four dishes are all from movies. I don't have enough time, so I can only cook these four side dishes, Jiangnan pork ribs, crab meat and cabbage, green beans and shrimps, and shredded chicken with five willows."

   "Sure enough, you are already a father." Of course Xue Lingyun has seen that somewhat literary movie, "These are four side dishes that arouse the envy of classmates. Then what is this soup?"

  Xue Lingyun, Gongsun Xiao and Ding Yan are all studying this soup. There are dozens of bright red cherries floating in the green clear soup, and there are seven or eight pink petals floating, and the bottom is lined with tender bamboo shoots. The red, white and green colors are bright and dazzling. This clear soup is made from lotus leaves.

   "Drinking soup first is better than prescribing a prescription." Ding Mu said, "Taste first, and then guess the name of this soup."

   After speaking, Ding Mu filled a bowl for everyone with a large spoon.

  Gongsun Xiao looked at the color in the bowl, and said with a smile: "This bowl of lotus leaf, bamboo shoot tip and cherry soup is so pretty, I am a bit reluctant to eat it."

However, Xue Lingyun picked up a spoon to scoop up a cherry, put it in her mouth to taste, smacked the taste, and was surprised, then ate two more, uncertain: "The lotus leaves are clear, the bamboo shoots are fresh, and the cherries are sweet. Needless to say, the cherry pit has already been pulled out, and something hot and sour is embedded in it, but I can't taste what it is."

   After finishing speaking, she pondered over it for a while, closed her eyes and tasted the taste, unsure: "Is it an orange? And wine heart?"

  When he opened his eyes, Ding Mu had already put a thumb in front of her eyes.

   "Niu. I admire you." Ding Mu said, "After tasting this, it's not difficult to guess the name of the soup."

  Xue Lingyun wondered: "What is the name of this bowl of lotus leaf bamboo shoot tip cherry turtledove soup?"

  Ding Mu reminded: "You have to pay attention to the details, there are more than these ingredients. You just think about the ingredients."

Xue Lingyun looked at it, and found that there were still some petals in the soup, blessed to the soul, and said: "The face like a flower, with a small cherry mouth, is for a beauty, and the bamboo joints are a gentleman, and the lotus is a gentleman among flowers. As for oranges and wine, they are jujubes. The homophonic sound of dove. As the saying goes, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island, a fair lady, a gentleman likes 逑. Your bowl of soup should be called 逑 soup."

   "Lingyun is the one who knows me." Ding Mu raised his thumbs in both hands and praised, "I have dealt with foreigners a lot these years, and they will never recognize my good soup no matter what."

  As soon as this remark came out, Xue Lingyun was quite emotional, and the heartstrings that had been silent for a long time were thumped again, and she was at a loss for words for a while.

   It was Ding Yan who broke the embarrassment, Tong Yanwuji said: "Father, it seems that Aunt Ling is your confidante. Hahaha."

   "No way." Ding Mu patted Ding Yan's head and said, "Let's start, son, your father hasn't cooked for many years, and I don't know if his skills have deteriorated. You should try it quickly."

  Ding Yan pushed away the good soup, put it in front of Xue Lingyun, and said: "This bowl of soup contains alcohol, children can't drink it, Aunt Ling will give it to you. I will try the Jiangnan ribs made by my father."

   After finishing speaking, he took a piece and put it in his mouth. At that moment, the flesh and blood were separated immediately, and the tender pork ribs with a unique aroma of sauce melted in Ding Yan's mouth. At this moment, he involuntarily narrowed his eyes, his heart was full of happiness.

   "How is it? Does it suit your taste?" Ding Mu asked.

   "It's so delicious." Ding Yan almost shed tears, "Father, Grandpa Niu's cooking skills are probably inferior to yours."

  Ding Mu smiled lightly and said, "Eat more if it tastes good."

  Ding Yan nodded, while eating, he couldn't help but said, "Dad, is this dish difficult to learn?"

   "It's not difficult. Why, you want to learn?" Ding Mu asked.

   "Well, I'm going to learn how to make it for my mother." Ding Yan said seriously, pouting.

  Ding Mu heard this, patted Ding Yan's head, and said: "Okay, when I go back, Dad will teach you this dish."

   "Thank you, Dad." Ding Yan said politely.

  Ding Mu put on a straight face, and said: "There is no need to thank us between father and son."

  (end of this chapter)