Qin Yi and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.

So the old man's description of gluttonous people was true!

Waaah! The pig's feet, beef, and tea cakes on the table were disappearing at a visible speed.

Eat quickly, eat quickly.

Now no one had time to say another word; everyone buried themselves in their work.

In less than five minutes, the meal was devoured in a flash.

Zhuang Qing is truly regretting it now!

She shouldn't have opened that door. The three of them could have enjoyed four dishes together in harmony, and maybe even had some leftover pig's feet to make noodles for tomorrow morning.

Now look what's happened! Forget about tomorrow's breakfast, I didn't even have a full dinner today.

She was no match for the trained gluttonous old woman.

They couldn't even out-snatch it from that old man.

"Burp~" Grandma Yang burped: "It tastes very good, but I would like to have another bowl of soup."

"Burp~" Old Man Meng wiped his mouth and said, "Young friend, I told you that four dishes would be enough for the five of us! But we are still a little lonely. It would be even more satisfying if we could have something to drink."

While clearing away the empty bowls, Zhuang Qing said to Zhuang Qing, "You don't even have a boyfriend, and you can't even out-eat others. Tell me, what good are you?"

Zhuang Qing felt wronged: "I won't shed a single tear for love, but I can't sleep at night because of rice. I was wrong, sister."

Qin Yi looked at the group of people, young and old, and laughed out loud: "Luckily, I had a backup plan. Xiao Qing, can I borrow your mortar and pestle and some tender tea leaves?"

Qin Yi took out some other ingredients she had bought that day from the bag behind her.

It contains peanuts, corn, glutinous rice, and sesame seeds, and then a piece of ginger was used, which was chopped into small pieces.

Chop the ginger and pound it in a mortar with a pestle to extract the ginger juice.

A mortar is an inverted cone-shaped container with many grooves on the inside that radiate from the bottom to the mouth. When food is pounded with a pestle, these grooves help to break the food into fine particles.

Qin Yi removed the coarse fiber from the very center of the fresh, tender tea leaves, threw the green leaves into a mortar, added a little salt for flavor, and then quickly crushed them with a pestle.

The green juice gradually overflowed as the pestle ground it, some sticking to the powder on the wall, and some flowing into the mortar.

"The fragrance of ginger flowers mixed with the fresh scent of tender tea leaves makes me feel so refreshed," Old Man Meng said, closing his eyes to quietly savor the wonderful aroma.

Then add peanuts and glutinous rice, and grind them quickly and rhythmically in the mortar with a pestle, crushing each ingredient into powder.

This step must be done quickly, otherwise the food will easily oxidize, change color, and become unappealing.

After grinding everything, Qin Yi went to the kitchen to cook the corn kernels. She then placed five clean, large teacups on the table, drained the cooked corn kernels, and put them at the bottom of the bowls.

"This is called the base sauce. Today we only have corn, so please make do. You can also add mung beans, red beans, or any other foods you like," Qin Yi explained as she cooked.

Then bring over a pot of boiling water, raise it high and pour it into the mortar, then pour in the water used to boil the corn and the remaining corn kernels.

"This dish is called Lei Cha, which was known as San Sheng Tang in ancient times. It was used to ward off plagues. In modern times, the ingredients have been enriched, and the flavor has become more complex."

"There's such a delicacy in this world? It existed in ancient times? I've lived for so many years and this is the first time I've ever heard of it."

"Sister, you're amazing! We never knew tea could be made like this. It's so amazing! This tea soup is not only fresh and emerald green, but it also has the aroma of many different ingredients. Can we eat it?"

Qin Yi was puzzled after hearing this: No one has ever tried Lei Cha (擂茶) in this high mountain where tea is produced?

That shouldn't be the case. Even if you haven't eaten it, you should have heard of it.

Does this mean that the Lei Cha (擂茶) culture no longer exists in this parallel world?

"Sister," Zhuang Qing nudged Qin Yi, "What are you daydreaming about? Can we eat now?"

The other three were both curious and eager to know what this bowl of tea would taste like.

Qin Yi snapped out of her daze and asked, "Xiao Qing, do you have fried rice at home?"

"Fried rice? There's plenty. Wait for me to get it for you."

Zhuang Qing brought over a bag of slightly yellowed roasted rice. Qin Yi first stirred the Lei Cha (pounded tea) evenly and then scooped it up from the bottom with a large spoon.

Fill each bowl to the brim, then sprinkle a handful of yellowish-brown roasted rice on top of the emerald green tea.

"Alright, you guys have a taste."

Qin Yi ate first as a sign of respect. Actually, she hadn't eaten enough earlier, but this bowl of Lei Cha would definitely fill her up.

While taking a break from drinking tea, Qin Yi secretly glanced at the reactions of everyone present.

She figured out how to make this Lei Cha (擂茶) based on her memories from her previous life. She just searched online with her phone but couldn't find any records of Lei Cha in this world. It seems that no one has ever eaten it and no one knows about it.

"Lei Cha is wonderful!"

A familiar shout rang out.

Everyone was startled and quickened their pace of drinking tea.

"The slightly salty aroma of herbs and wood blends with the sweet aroma of nuts, like a delicate velvet flowing into your throat. Drinking it is like experiencing the fresh air of the mountains and the joy of harvest in the fields!"

Old Man Meng couldn't help but agree with his wife: "It's truly fragrant and mellow, leaving a lingering aftertaste."

Even Zhuang Qing, who is usually calm and taciturn, nodded as he ate: "This way of eating is amazing. I have been dealing with tea in the mountains since I was a child and know many tea farmers, but I have never seen anyone eat it like this."

As Qin Yi drank, she fell into deep thought: This world is still slightly different from her original time and space. It's a real pity that this world doesn't have such a classic snack as Lei Cha.

"Glug, glug..." Zhuang Qing finished the sauce in her bowl in big gulps, then held out an empty bowl to Qin Yi: "Sister, give me another one!"

No wonder Zhuang Qing was silent while everyone was talking; she was busy drinking tea. She was fooled by the meal earlier, and she can't fall behind in tea drinking this time.

"I'll have another one!"

"Make me another bowl too!"

"+1..."

After enjoying a tea feast and several bowls of Lei Cha (pounded tea), the group ate for two hours straight. Everyone was so full that they collapsed onto small bamboo chairs to rest.

After a while, Old Man Meng stood up.

"We are so satisfied. Thank you so much for your hospitality today. This is the most delicious meal my husband and I have had in the ancient town. We have good food, good drinks, and learned a lot. In particular, Qin's Lei Cha soup is sweet and fragrant. Having a bowl after the meal makes us feel much better and more comfortable!"

"Very good, young lady, I'll remember you." Old Mrs. Yang said earnestly, staring at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi felt a little uncomfortable under Grandma Yang's serious gaze. "Well! As long as you two enjoy your meal."

"Haha, I'm so happy, so very happy," Old Man Meng winked at his wife. "It's getting late, so we won't disturb your rest any longer. Thank you so much for today's feast. I have some local specialties here, and I hope you young friends won't find them too cheap."

Zhuang Qing immediately became anxious upon hearing this: "How can this be? Please take it back, sir!"

"Young friend, please accept this. We're already feeling bad about freeloading..."

Thus began a tug-of-war between one side giving and the other giving, and the other side giving in... (ten thousand words omitted here)

The old man and the young man argued for twenty minutes before finally reaching the door. They both pushed their things forcefully toward each other, turning the local specialties into a hot potato.

Standing at the door, Old Lady Yang craned her neck to look into the courtyard, and suddenly said to Zhuang Qing, "Little sister, your sister is calling you."

As soon as Zhuang Qing turned around, the two gluttonous elders rushed out of the courtyard gate and ran towards the ancient town...

Qin Yi was helping Zhuang Qing clear the table when she saw the scene at the door and couldn't help but laugh: "Forget it, you can't compete with the old folks in being polite."

Just then, Qin Yi was cleaning up the teacups that the two elders, Taotie and his wife, had used, when she discovered that there were four hundred yuan in the bottom of each bowl...