I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Several little girls stared at Yin Xuan with straight eyes, a little at a loss.

What the hell is that name?

Such a twist?
And it sounds surprisingly cute?
Li Lizhi looked at Yin Xuan eagerly, with anticipation in her eyes: "Brother Zhengyang, tell me again, what is this called?" It's not that she didn't remember, but she just wanted to see Yin Xuan's serious cuteness.

But Yin Xuan didn't give her this chance, waved his hand, and said softly: "Okay, no kidding, this thing is called pearl milk tea."

The name just now was just an interesting stalk he thought of.

I really want to show that name seriously.
It doesn't match the painting style of my restaurant at all, it spoils the atmosphere too much.

Pearl milk tea?

The four little girls were taken aback, and looked down at the cup that was placed in front of them. It looked similar to soy milk and had a milky aroma. It turned out to be tea?

Some surprises.

But they are not against this kind of tea.

As I said before, the tea of ​​the Tang Dynasty is very difficult to describe, and only the people of the Tang Dynasty can drink the things made from sencha with relish.

But Datang has something like matcha.

It tastes better than sencha, but the status of matcha is lower than that of sencha. After all, matcha is not fresh tea. To use an analogy, matcha is like dried bacon. Nothing like fresh tea.

In fact, whether it is sencha or matcha, the reason why this tea drinking method appeared is not that the Tang people made any "artistic" progress in the way of drinking tea.

It's just because Datang didn't even have stir-fried vegetables, and the frying technique has not yet been developed, and the steaming technique is still used, and the tea cannot be preserved for a long time, so it can only be done in this way.

Especially matcha.

There is really no other way, so the tea leaves are crushed into powder and made into matcha.

Therefore, Yin Xuan sometimes wonders why some people think that matcha is superior to tea leaves. It is obvious that after hundreds of years, the technology of frying green tea has developed, and matcha has completely disappeared without a trace.

But there is one thing to say, you can try the matcha milk tea.

Li Lizhi picked up the cup, took the small wooden spoon next to it, and shook it gently in the bowl to see if he could scoop out some tea leaves.

As expected, the spoon hit something.

Li Lizhi fished it out, but it wasn't tea leaves, but a round, crystal-clear one with some milky white beads in it, soft and rubbery in texture.

Is this the pearl in bubble tea?

Li Lizhi was not in a hurry to drink tea, but first stuffed the pearl into his mouth with great interest, and took a bite. The taste was very good, but the taste was not as good as Li Lizhi thought.

There is only a slight hint of sweetness.

Perhaps it is to be served with milk tea?

Li Lizhi picked up the cup and took a sip. The mellow and thick taste soaked into her mouth, as well as the ubiquitous sweetness.

It is sweet, and hangs a layer on the mouth and tongue coating, but the little bit of tea fragrance quickly eliminates this little greasy feeling.

Only a momentary refreshment is left, and a little sweetness remains on the tip of the tongue in the future.

After one sip, I just feel unsatisfactory.

Of course, tasting the delicacies of Tongfu restaurants has always had this feeling. One bite is not enough, and it takes several days to barely satisfy the freshness.

But this cup of pearl milk tea is different.

Giving them the feeling is not not satisfying, but satisfying, but this little satisfaction touched her tongue, her taste buds, and her heart, which made her unable to resist taking a second sip, savoring That fleeting little satisfaction, little happiness.

Although Yin Xuan doesn't like sweets.

But I have to admit that sweets do have a charm that other foods cannot match. It can make people feel happy and can produce a sense of happiness that is difficult to produce in food.

Although these can all be explained by dopamine.

But sometimes words that are too cold are not so cute. It is not as romantic as a sentence that life is too bitter and needs sugar.

Yin Xuan was about to think.

The little girls gulped down the milk tea in the cup, chewed the remaining pearls, swallowed hard, and turned their heads to look at Yin Xuan.

Li Shu called softly: "Brother Zhengyang."

Then he handed the cup in his hand to the front, and his attitude became obvious.

Yin Xuan shook his head and refused resolutely: "No, milk tea is a high-sugar food after all, at most one cup a day."

The little girls felt aggrieved, but seeing Yin Xuan's expression, they didn't insist.

In fact, you really need to drink less milk tea—you can forget about the milk tea you make yourself, but it has more sugar.

It is impossible to use the method of boiling tea and milk for industrialized milk tea. The output is not high and slow, and milk powder and creamer are generally used.

And these things basically contain some vegetable oils, and industrially produced vegetable oils contain a lot of trans fatty acids.

This kind of thing can be simply understood as fat.But ordinary fat will gradually be eliminated from the body along with people's digestion and exercise.

But trans fatty acids will not, they are difficult to be digested and eliminated by exercise, and then they will take root, stay in the human body for a long time, and accumulate - commonly known as gaining weight.

And this kind of fat gain is faster and more swollen than normal, and it is easier to leave stretch marks on the body.

Speaking. These are tears.

Bloody lesson.

Yin Xuan lowered his head and sighed, his expression made men silent and women weeping.

Inside Yankang Square.

In Wei Wang's mansion, Li Tai looked at the illustration book in his hand, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was amazed. After flipping through it, he looked up at the attendant beside him, and asked softly, "Who wrote this book?"

He is young, only 14 years old this year.

But after all, he is a prince, so his mentality should be much more mature. Especially recently, his teachers and followers have said that he should do something to show his ability and not disappoint his father's love for him.

Thinking about it this way.

He is like compiling a geography, but compiling a book is never an easy task. Before compiling a book, you have to read it first--his housekeeper can help him compile the book, and then he will be named Wei Wang Li Tai.

But... this is a bit confusing.

Li Shimin also doesn't like this kind of trickery.

Li Tai wants to start learning geography-related knowledge, so naturally he has to search for various books and talents related to geography. After a while, this booklet that should only be in the hands of Wei Zheng and Hu Shang fell into Li Tai's hands. hand.

"Your Highness, it was made by the owner of Tongfu Restaurant." The attendant replied respectfully.

Tung Fook Restaurant?

Li Tai was taken aback, and looked down at the booklet in his hand. This answer was somewhat unexpected.