I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

Dragon's blood bamboo itself is not a special species. As long as it leaves the producing area, it will quickly change back to ordinary bamboo. Its bamboo shoots do not taste outstanding, but the water stored in the bamboo joints is top-grade.

After filtering by the unique minerals and bamboo fibers of Jieyun Village, the water drawn during the growth of Dragon's blood bamboo is clear and sweet. Many local elderly people like to collect this water for making tea, and it is most suitable for it. Tea is also bamboo tea made from dragon's blood bamboo with purplish red bamboo leaves.

The raw materials were selected, and the next step was the ratio. Yan Ye took bamboo tea, water and a small amount of Lanlong's tears and began to experiment.

From one to one to one to ten, to ten to one, under various ratios, Yan Ye blocked the information from the food spirit, and purely used his own feelings to experiment with the taste he needed. .

He is a cook who is loyal to his taste. Although it is not a bad thing to get help from the food spirit, he still plans to do it independently at this time.

Yan Ye's experiment didn't look like cooking. The test tubes, the droppers, the measuring cups, and the experimental records that kept writing down rows of data all looked more like chemical experiments.

But with such experiments again and again, Yan Ye’s experience is accumulating rapidly. Lanlong’s tears are not tasteful. The "Dragon Cave" in the dragon blood bamboo is also mainly light. The two are matched together, and I want to taste it. The difference is a great challenge to taste.

But what is strange is that after Yan Ye refused the help of Ling Shi, he was able to feel the subtle difference. His super perception and intuition were still there, or that he was using the method of Shi Ling to mobilize My own experience completes my own super perception.

The subtle taste is constantly changing on the tip of the tongue, and the liquid that ordinary people might taste is no different from boiled water. In Yan Ye’s eyes, there are a hundred and eighty levels, and as the weight of the dropper in his hand becomes more and more precise, He is also slowly approaching his ideal taste.

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"Finally done!" As dusk approached, Yan Ye finally stretched out and moved away from the table, tearing the paper containing the experimental data to pieces. From the moment he succeeded, this answer has entered him. Among the sensibility-this is the power of intuition. After having a reference, no matter how precise the data is, the gleam of sensibility can't be matched.

On this day, Yan Ye conducted nearly a thousand experiments, but the Lanlong tears consumed were not too many, each time a few milliliters as much as a few tenths of a milliliter, even after a day, only a tenth was used. That's it, but at this time, he can finally give it a practical try, the fruits of his day's labor.

Picking out a copper pot at random, Yan Ye began to release a stand-in to clean up.

Although his double destructive power is average, as a micron-level super-small double-representative cluster, he is quite good at cleaning up. Coupled with the characteristics of non-attribute magical power, the inside of the copper pot is soon It's cleaner than the new one.

But this was not enough. Yan Ye carefully laid a substitute in the copper pot, and then through crystallization, formed a thin and clean protection on the pot wall, pot lid, pot mouth and other parts that might be in contact with the food. Membrane, until this time, he poured the prepared ingredients into the pot.

It is an exaggeration to say that it is the ingredients, but there are only two kinds of water and tears. The water in the bamboo tube is poured into the kettle. Generally, he shakes the copper kettle to make the water in the kettle rotate, while pouring the prepared Lanlong eyes tears. Once inside, this set of actions seems random, but in fact it is accurate to the milligram ratio, which is about 47.2:1 ratio, which can be more accurate than a measuring cup by hand.

Shake the liquid well, and the whole pot of water is seated on the flame, and the internal force of the white clouds slowly gushes out, so that the whole pot of water is evenly heated.

But at this time, Yan Ye stretched out his left hand and placed a few pieces of bamboo leaves that were one finger long and purple and red in the green. The next moment, the flames surged. This is Shaolin's unique knowledge, Huoyun palm!(Obviously it's a unique school of Yajia)

There was an open flame on the palm of his hand, but the bamboo leaves in his hand did not ignite. Instead, it slowly lost water as if it were dried in the air, then curled slightly under the action of internal force, and finally turned into dry leaves with the thickness of little thumbs. volume.

Yan Ye's work did not stop. While maintaining the kettle micromanagement, he made one after another bamboo leaf rolls, and then put them into the dragon blood bamboo tube enchanted with non-attribute magic power to keep the interior dry for a long time.

"Yan Ye Yan Ye! Are you there?" A voice suddenly came through the boring waiting, and a wry smile appeared on Yan Ye's face. This third lady seems to have a strong food luck, every time she is about to When she finished her proud work, she always showed up on time.

"I'm here." Yan Ye, who was not easy to refuse, said helplessly, and the third prince rushed in, looking at the teapot on the fire, her eyes lighted and said: "Is it finished? This is it. A dish made with tears from the ancient dragon species?"

"Well, I have done a little bit of processing, so you have already seen the hunting process?" Yan Ye replied after putting the bamboo leaves in his hand into the bamboo tube, and then sealing it with a cork.

"Well, this is the first time this palace has seen humans and ancient dragon species fighting! You are really great!" The third prince gave a thumbs up, she was not stingy with praise, but Yan Ye was keenly aware , Her eyes have been looking at the kettle intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Ye, who had no intention of rejecting the third prince’s gesture of eating goods, couldn’t help being cute, and said with a smile: “If you don’t dislike it, how about a taste together? Let’s say it first, just try the work. Don't complain if you do!"

"Why!" The third prince got permission and immediately moved a small stool with a layer of dust from the corner. It was not too dirty. She just sat directly on it with her chin in her hands, something I was looking forward to. Look like.

"Then stay tuned."

ps: Because of everyone's protest, I decided to start eating at noon tomorrow, above.

Chapter 212 Humming

(The soundtrack recommended in this chapter·Think Tan Poetry)

Time passed slowly, but the third prince didn’t mean to be impatient at all. She didn’t take out the book to pass the time, nor did she speak to disturb Yan Ye’s movements. She just sat there quietly with her cheek in her hand, quiet and elegant. It doesn't have the feeling of turmoil before.

With regard to the attitude of the third prince, Yan Ye felt very comfortable, just waiting quietly for that moment to come.

In the quiet kitchen, the quiet girl and the quiet young man sat there quietly, everything seemed to be in such harmony, but this harmony was soon broken-without any warning, Yan Ye suddenly stood up Come on.

The third prince was only slightly taken aback by this situation, and then looked at Yan Ye who stretched out her hand with expectant eyes. The moment he lifted the kettle, the kettle screamed sweetly.

"Dirty..."

The sound of the kettle lid being lifted did not last long. When Yan Ye put the kettle down, the sound stopped.

Yan Ye took out two glass cups and put a bamboo leaf roll in each with bamboo chopsticks. The kettle was gently lifted, and a faint white liquid rushed into the cup with the baked bamboo leaf curls. At the same time as the sound of "boom", the liquid also faded away from its original faint white color, and it became clear as it should have been when making tea.

The water temperature slowly decreases, and the tea in the cup slowly stretches and floats, like a flat boat on the water. When the contents of the cup are as clear as water, a rainbow will unfold on the mouth of the cup, not to mention the taste, but the visual The experience is already beautiful.

"Chairman, it is best to drink at this time. If it is not convenient, I can help lower the temperature." Yan Ye pointed to the tea cup and revealed a warm smile, although according to her own perception, this cup of tea is already It has reached the moment of the best taste, but the temperature is at least about 80 degrees. If it is an ordinary person, it must be cooled before it can be eaten. Fortunately, this drink itself only requires the brewing time. As long as the temperature is cooled quickly enough, It will not affect the taste.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" The third queen habitually repeated it twice, and then she held up the cup and sipped her sips. Yan Ye saw this situation, not hypocritical, picked up the tea cup and began to taste.

Although the form of the cup is similar to tea, it is different from ordinary tea. There is almost no fragrance. Even with Yan Ye’s smell, you can only smell the faint taste of bamboo leaves and water vapor. But when a small mouthful of liquid stained his lips, a sense of transparency instantly penetrated Yan Ye's spirit.

Ethereal, long-distance, kind of wanting to sniff mustard directly into the brain, but there is no such thing as a choking nose, but floating like water mist, rising and falling freely.

Entering the mouth through the lips, it is like a fairy falling into the mortal dust, and the tip of the tongue does not feel half of the taste. The wonderful sensation unfolds it entirely by the touch of the mouth.

This water has a mouthfeel, soft, but moisturized with a bit of grease, sliding in the mouth, massaging the soft flesh of the upper jaw, giving people a soft and warm touch.

After sliding down the throat, the sense of taste finally manifested. A thin touch of bitterness flashed at the base of the tongue, but it brought a mouthful of sweetness and deliciousness, just like the unforgettable regret after losing it. It is long-lasting but difficult to resist.

A sip of tea contains an inexplicably unclear but exceptionally complete story. Everyone may have a different experience, but everyone can taste a similar taste.

A faint sip of bamboo tea slides through the mouth, as if listening to the humming of a thin and elegant girl. She has countless longings, but it is like a puddle of clear water. It is light and tasteless. Maybe only after tasting can you feel it. An unforgettable fragrance.

But what is gone is going to pass after all, no matter what the taste, how to retain, the disappeared will not reappear, even if you drink the second sip, it is just a similar but completely different new life.

After drinking a cup of tea, Yan Ye could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but was surprised to find that there was a lingering fragrance that was exhaled by herself. It was elegant and thin, but could not be ignored, just like the previous attempt to keep it. But the nostalgia that will eventually disappear.

But at this time, it appeared again, not between the tongue, but it didn't go away.

It is like an elegy, mourning all that he has passed away, but the dead will only leave a trace of nostalgia after all.

Yan Ye felt that his body was changing. It was not the obvious physical increase when he ate "Love Song" before, but a more indescribable feeling. His perception was becoming acute, regardless of sight, hearing, or touch. , Taste, smell, or the already powerful intuition, are becoming more sensitive.

But this kind of sensitivity does not make Yan Ye distressed, because he can feel the controllability of this sudden uplifting perception. He can clearly hear the worms from several kilometers away, but he can also control the insects within tens of meters. The human voice is easily shielded, and this generation of bamboo tea has given him the power to precisely control his perception like controlling his hands and feet. In contrast, he does not need to care about the improvement of his body.

"It's great!" A charming emmmm moan sounded in her ears, and the third prince stood up with a faint blush on her face. She gracefully picked up her skirt and faced the geese. A standard curtsy at night

"Thanks for the hospitality, but can you tell me the name of this drink?"

"This is the drink on my life menu. I call it elegy." Yan Ye put down the teacup in his hand, re-added the bamboo leaf roll, and added another cup. The water he boiled this time was about three more cups. After the pouring, the white cloud smoke has been used to maintain the temperature and state, so there is no need to worry about the best taste period in a short time.

"Elegy? The elegy for whom?" The third prince said suspicious words, but she handed the glass over slowly in her hand. It was really quite obvious.

"It's probably because of my regrets?" Yan Ye gave the third prince a cup and smiled thoughtfully. I am afraid that only oneself can understand it?

"But I always feel that you don't regret it now!" The third prince picked up the teacup and watched quietly as the white in it was slowly absorbed by the bamboo leaves, but there was a hint of something in her mouth. Smile.

"Well, I'm not sorry now, because I still have the ability to make up." The smile on Yan Ye's face became more and more brilliant. He remembered the role of a wrong fruit in his previous life, and the impulse in his heart became more and more. Is obvious.