Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Ying Zheng handed the notebook in his hand back to Qi Pan.

"Sir, please keep this book."

"okay."

Qi Pan reached out to take the notebook, and seeing that Ying Zheng's eyes were still fixed on her notebook reluctantly, she couldn't help but ask.

"Why? Brother, do you like my book?"

"like."

Ying Zheng said, "Of course I like it."

This is paper, finely crafted paper from more than two thousand years later.

How could he not like it?

After thinking about it, Qi Pan opened the notebook, divided it into two halves, and tore it open.

"Hiss!"

One book, divided into two!

Zhao Gao, who was standing by, watched this scene with his eyes widened in shock!

His mouth opened into an O shape!

Sir, you actually tore up a perfectly good notebook? ! !

Ying Zheng looked at the torn book with a distressed look on his face. "Why did you tear it up, sir?"

"If you don't like it, you can tell me and I'll buy it for you."

"Why...why do you want to..."

Before Ying Zheng could finish his words, Qi Pan handed him the half-torn notebook.

Qi Pan said, "I don't dislike it."

"It's just that I came in a hurry, so I only brought a notebook."

"I see you like it very much, but if I give it all to you, I won't be willing to part with it."

"I can only tear it in half and give you half."

Ying Zheng was stunned. "You...you tore up this book, do you want to give me half of it?"

"correct."

Qi Pan tore off the larger half of the book and handed it to Ying Zheng.

"Hey, it's for you."

Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the torn notebook in front of him.

The half of the book that the boy handed to him was obviously much thicker than the other half of the book she was holding.

"Thank you sir."

The young man smiled and said, "Well, you're welcome. It's just a notebook."

"I'm willing to give you half."

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Thank you very much, sir."

He took the notebook from the boy's hand and gently stroked the paper with a curled corner.

Then he carefully placed it in his arms.

"Sir, besides milk tea, what else do you like to eat?"

"Do you have a favorite dessert? I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

"Hmm? Dessert."

Qi Pan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, there are some, such as mung bean cake, peach blossom cake, osmanthus cake, and sugar steamed custard. I like all of them."

Thinking of a character in a TV series, Qi Pan asked again.

"Hey, brother, do you have any crab cakes?"

"I haven't eaten this yet. I don't know what it tastes like. I'm quite curious."

Crab roe crisps?

Ying Zheng was puzzled and asked, "This... I have never heard of it."

Are there such pastries in the palace kitchen?

Why hasn't he heard of it?

Ying Zheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Gao beside him, "Have you heard of this cake?"

"Do we have any here?"

this........

Zhao Gao frowned, racked his brains to think about it, and shook his head.

"My Lord... Well, there is no such thing. I have never heard of it."

"Oh, it's okay, if there's nothing, then there's nothing."

Qi Pan waved his hand and smiled, "It was just a casual question."

"The weather has been a bit hot lately, so it's a good time to eat something that clears away heat and relieves summer heat."

"Brother, just take whatever you like. I'm not picky."

To clear away heat and relieve summer heat?

Ying Zheng nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll help you find some desserts to clear away the heat when I get back."

"I'll send it to you tomorrow along with the milk tea."

"Okay! Thank you, bro!"

Qi Pan had a smile on his face.

Collect all the dried paper paste and put it into the basket.

Qi Pan pointed to a basket and said, "Hey, brother, this basket is all for you."

"Remember to take it with you when you go back."

Looking at Ying Zheng's basket full of paper, warmth in his heart continued to rise.

"Okay, thank you sir!"

Ying Zheng ordered a guard to deliver the basket of paper to the carriage first.

Then he followed Qi Pan into the inn.

Qi Pan said, "Brother, please sit down first. I will go upstairs and put this book away."

"it is good."

Qi Pan turned around and went upstairs, stuffing the remaining half of the notebook back into the suitcase.

.............

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng sat behind the imperial desk and gave instructions to Zhao Gao who was standing beside him.

"Go, call the kitchen chef over here."

"promise."

Zhao Gao hurriedly trotted out of the hall.

His Majesty really dotes on this gentleman.

If she said she wanted milk tea, I would really make her milk tea.

If you want to eat some desserts to clear away heat and relieve summer heat, you really have to ask the kitchen staff to make the desserts.

As soon as he returned to the palace, he asked him to call the people from the kitchen over.

Really........

Ugh.

He fell out of favor.

Zhao Gao sighed secretly.

However, when he thought of the tables, chairs, tea sets and paper that Qi Pan took out, he really couldn't be jealous.

That person was from 2,000 years later. Would he dare to be jealous? Would he dare to offend?

dare not!

Not only did he not dare to offend her, he also had to find ways to please her!

He also wanted to find an opportunity to ask the gentleman about his affairs.

That gentleman said that he was very familiar with the affairs of the Qin Dynasty.

Then you must know him.

I wonder what he looked like in historical records?

He would definitely ask about it when he goes to the inn next time!

Walk quickly into the kitchen.

It was bustling with activity inside.

Zhao Gao found the person he was looking for among the crowd at a glance and hurriedly shouted at him!

"To the chef? To the chef! His Majesty summons you!"

Xiang Heliang, who was studying the dishes, looked up when he heard the voice.

Ok?

Zhao Gao?

Your Majesty's call?

He quickly put down what he was holding, walked out quickly towards Heliang, and bowed in front of Zhao Gao.

"Master Zhao, His Majesty is looking for me?"

"Yes, Chef Xiang, please come with us."

"it is good."

After saying that, Xiang Heliang hurried to the water tank nearby and fetched some water to wash his hands.

Then, as he walked, he took out a piece of clean cloth and carefully wiped the water droplets on his hands.

After following Zhao Gao to the entrance of the main hall, he took the opportunity when Zhao Gao went in to report.

Xiang Heliang rubbed his hands on the hem of his clothes again.

After hearing the call, he stepped over the threshold and strode inside.

Xiang Heliang stood in the main hall and saluted Ying Zheng.

"His Majesty."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng nodded and handed the recipe for making milk tea he had just written to Zhao Gao who was standing beside him.

Zhao Gao walked down quickly and delivered the prescription to Xiang Heliang.

Xiang Heliang took it doubtfully.

Ying Zheng said, "This is how to make milk tea, take it and have a look."

what?

milk tea?

Open the cloth in your hand towards Heliang.

After the tea leaves are heated, pour in an appropriate amount of milk, boil, and add an appropriate amount of sugar?

He had heard of tea.

I heard that it was developed by Xia Wuqi, the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and there are calming tea, flower tea and various medicinal teas.

But can we eat tea leaves mixed with milk?

And what kind of tea should be used?

Scented tea leaves?

Or leaves for medicinal tea?