Su Ya frowned slightly upon hearing this.
Ping An is such a foodie.
For him, anything that's edible is delicious.
However, Su Ya pretended to be interested and asked, "Ping An, then tell your senior sister, what did you bring for her?"
"Senior sister, why don't you guess first?"
"cake?"
Ping An shook his head.
"Candied hawthorn berries".
Ping An shook his head again.
Su Ya shrugged. "Senior sister, if you can't guess, just tell me."
"Look, senior sister."
After saying that, Ping An took out something he had hidden behind his back.
Su Ya saw that Ping An was holding a pastry, but it was different from the pastries Su Ya had eaten before. It looked like it was made of thin noodles wrapped together.
"Ping An, what is this?"
Then Ping An excitedly introduced, "Senior sister, you don't know this, do you? This is called Golden Silk Cake, also known as Yiwo Si or Panxiang Cake. It is a local traditional pastry in Jingyuan County. Legend has it that during the Guangxu period of the Republic of China, Guo Shengtang, the owner of the Yiwo Si pancake shop, and a shop owned by a man surnamed Liu opened their shops at the same time. The two shops were fierce competitors in business and both wanted to use their own skills to overpower the other."
"One year, a master chef named Chen from out of town came. He knew how to make a special kind of pancake. He used the finest white flour and sesame oil to make a three-foot-long hand-pulled noodle. Then he would take one of the noodles, roll it up, roll it into a pancake, put it in a pan with sesame oil, and cook it until it was done. The shape was like a coiled dragon waiting to take flight. If you lifted a thread, you could release a whole bunch of strands. From then on, Guo's shop was full of customers and business was booming."
Ping An recounted looking at the product description on the wall of the shop she had just visited.
"Senior sister, eat it while it's hot. Uncle Ye asked the shopkeeper to grill it just now."
Su Ya took the golden thread cake from Ping An's hand.
I took a small bite; it was a little salty and a little sweet.
However, for some reason, these two flavors don't clash in the pancake.
Su Ya glanced at Ye Qinchuan.
Ye Qinchuan's eye twitched slightly.
Every time Ping An calls Ye Qinchuan "uncle," Ye Qinchuan's eyes twitch.
I bet he'd wanted to beat someone up for a while, but he just didn't dare.
Then Suya suddenly said playfully, "Uncle Ye, thank you for the cookies."
Ye Qinchuan's face twitched; he was on the verge of a breakdown.
The expression on his face changed.
He didn't want to be Suya's uncle.
Then, upon noticing the sly smile on Su Ya's face, I knew she was doing it on purpose.
"Ping An, if you call him Uncle Ye again, I won't take you out for any good food."
Ye Qinchuan said to Ping An.
"Ah! Why? Then what should I call you, Uncle Ye, from now on?"
What do you think?
Ping An understood the meaning behind Uncle Ye's words.
"Then I'll call you Brother Ye from now on."
Ping An said somewhat reluctantly.
Compared to Uncle Ye, Brother Ye sounds much better.
Ye Qinchuan thought to himself, "That's more like it."
"Uncle Ye, no, Brother Ye, will you still take me out for delicious food in the future?"
Ping An asked cautiously.
"Okay, I know a lot of good restaurants, I'll take you there tomorrow."
"Brother Ye is so kind."
Looking at Ping An, Su Ya thought to herself, "This child will eventually be ruined by his eating habits."
As long as there's food, he won't do anything.
Ping An noticed that her senior sister wasn't eating anymore.
So she asked with concern, "Senior sister, is it not tasty?"
"tasty."
"Ping An, have you eaten?"
"I've already eaten. Oh, right, I also have some leftovers to pack for the chef."
After Ping An finished speaking, she noticed that her master was not in the ward.
So she asked, "Senior sister, where is Master?"
If Master Changqing were here, he would probably be furious with his foolish disciple for taking so long to remember that he had a master.
"Master has gone back."
In fact, Su Ya didn't know whether Master Changqing had gone back after being questioned by him.
"Master, are you angry with me?"
Ping An felt a little guilty and muttered to himself.
It's all his fault. He was so focused on the delicious food that he forgot about his master.
Su Ya noticed that her junior brother was unhappy, so she changed the subject, "Ping An, tell your senior sister, how have you been doing at Elder He, Elder Qin, and Elder Chi's place lately?"
After thinking carefully for a moment, Ping An said, "The three teachers are very kind to me. They make me all sorts of delicious food every day, but..."
"What is it?"
I dare not say anything about peace.
Although he enjoys doing problems, doing problems every day is too annoying.
"Ping An, tell your senior sister what's on your mind. Your senior sister will stand up for you."
"Senior sister, I don't want to do so many questions, but I have to do so many questions every day lately. Now, when I eat or sleep, my mind is full of questions. Even in my dreams, I am constantly doing test papers."
Su Ya knew what the three elders were thinking. Ping An had never been exposed to this kind of knowledge before. Although he was a genius, his foundation was still too weak.
Unlike Su Ya, she doesn't have a photographic memory.
Only by constantly doing practice problems can you improve your memory.
So Su Ya asked, "Ping An, if I asked you to leave here and stop doing practice problems, would you be willing?"
Ping An thought for a moment and then shook his head.
Compared to life in the Taoist temple, he still preferred doing math problems, even though it was tiring.
He doesn't like having too much contact with others.
I don't like to communicate with those people either.
Moreover, he knew he was somewhat clumsy when it came to magic.
There are so many things I can't learn well.
I never thought I would inherit the Taoist temple.
"If you don't have to do so many problems in the future, would you be willing to stay in Kyoto?"
Suya asked again.
Ping An looked at Su Ya with a confused expression.
Then she asked anxiously, "Senior sister, what mistake did Master make? Are we abandoning Master? Are we never going back to the Taoist temple?"
Su Ya patted Ping An's head.
"Ping An, do you want to bring glory to our country?"
To win glory for the country.
Ping An didn't understand what her senior sister meant.
At his age, he doesn't understand what a country is.
The main reason is that Ping An has always followed Master Changqing, and he is a relatively simple person. Master Changqing has never told him what patriotism is.
But from what my senior sister said...
That's what we hope he will do.
"I'll listen to my senior sister."
So Su Ya said seriously to Ping An, "Ping An, a person's destiny should be in their own hands. Elder Chi and the others like you very much, and you also have talent in this area, so your senior sister hopes that you can work with your senior sister to win glory for the country."
Ping An had never seen her senior sister so serious before.
However, he quite enjoys learning those kinds of things. It would be nice if he could keep learning them.
He's willing to do as long as it's not a lot of practice tests.
It just means I won't be able to be with my master anymore.
Over the years, the two of them, master and disciple, have depended on each other for survival, and he has become accustomed to having his master by his side.
Later, I separated from my master. At first, I wasn't used to it, but now I'm much better.
When he missed his master, he would do practice problems.
But then I remembered what my senior sister said: we'd all be separated from Master from now on. Wouldn't that mean I'd never see Master again?
Ping An felt a pang of sadness welling up inside her.
"Senior sister, does this mean we can't see Master anymore?"
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