Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 222
Reach out.

In a word, I don't know if it was intentional, but in short, the few people who stood up according to their size obediently stretched out their palms.

Nian Shutong really wanted to laugh, she just thought this scene was really funny.

"Are your hands clean?"

"The body of the rubble has undergone a rigorous sterilization process."

"Haha wash your hands."

"Mine are clean."

"I didn't play with dirt."

"Master Debris made me sterilize."

"Auntie, Doudou has to wash her little hands."

Everyone showed Nian Shutong their clean palms, and Nian Shutong nodded and said, "Only a little bit, I still want to make sesame paste."

Nian Shutong took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of roasted sesame seeds, and put it on the rubble's palm for the first time.

The rubble at this time, the palm of the hand turned into a mirror surface, with no gaps at all, which avoided waste.

"Good man, put it in Haha's mouth."

Nian Shutong, who had just scooped up a spoonful, complied with Haha's wishes, otherwise, according to his clumsy operation, there might not be a few sesame seeds left.

Haha squatted down, opened his mouth to the maximum, and raised his head upwards.

Nian Shutong took a spoonful of sesame seeds without touching Haha's mouth, like quicksand poured into Haha's mouth or throat, he was not sure.

The next one is Fu Yunhe.

Nian Shutong had the illusion that he had entered a civilized society from a primitive society, because Fu Yunhe took out a small bowl.

"Didn't you say you have to use your hands?"

"Indeed not." Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe amusedly, and scooped him a spoonful.

The next one is Mr. Hua. At this time, Mr. Hua has opened his jacket pocket as hard as he can, and said anxiously to Nian Shutong: "Put it here, put it here."

Nian Shutong doesn't care, it's up to you how you want to take it.

A spoonful of sesame seeds was put in Mr. Hua's pocket. He was very happy and precious, and put one hand on the outside of the pocket, refusing to move it away at all.

"How do you want to put it?" Nian Shutong came to Ji Sisi and watched Ji Sisi take out a box.

This box is different from the normal box, it is divided into two small boxes, but connected together.

"Old Boss—"

Nian Shutong took a look at Ji Sisi with the sentence "Nian Boss", but the next words made her decide to ignore her.

"You put the sesame seeds in these two small boxes, it's better to have the same amount, so that it will be symmetrical."

Nian Shutong smiled very friendly and said, "Good boy, divide it yourself."

A spoonful of sesame seeds fell ruthlessly from the middle of the two boxes, with a little bit on each side.

Ji Sisi didn't mind Nian Shutong's attitude at all, and even nodded in agreement and said, "Boss, you are right, I will do such trivial things."

Ji Sisi hugged her little box and went to count the sesame seeds.

Finally it was Doudou's turn.

"Auntie, haven't you yet?"

In a word, Nian Shutong's pretty eyebrows and eyes became even more beautiful. She patted Doudou's head and said, "Don't worry, I'm the boss. I can eat as much as I want."

Doudou felt that what his aunt said was right, so he held up his little hand and said, "Auntie, can I use two hands?"

"can."

Doudou put his two hands together, holding the spoonful of sesame seeds, and started to lick and eat, his face was covered with eating.

Nian Shutong didn't care about him for the time being, just eat happily.

She also said to Zhang Hui and a few people who were busy in the kitchen, "If you want to try it, go get it yourself."

Everyone tasted a little bit with interest, and finally Nian Shutong took away the sesame seeds and went to make sesame paste.

The machines in Interstellar are definitely well-developed, even if you don’t buy them in Interstellar, as long as you have blueprints for the rubble, the rubble will be made for you in minutes.

Sesame paste itself contains fat, so when making sesame paste, Nian Shutong did not put a little water or oil.

When the sesame seeds are slowly crushed and blended with the overflowing oil, the fragrant sesame paste is several times more fragrant than the fried sesame seeds just now.

This smell made several people who just ate fried sesame seeds stare at the blender.

Nian Shutong looked at several people with a smile in her eyes, she wanted to record this moment, it was so precious.

"Master, the light brain can take pictures."

"Taking a photo? What's that?"

After listening to Daodao's explanation, Shutong immediately began to operate.

She didn't know such an important function.

With an inaudible click, Nian Shutong recorded this scene.

In the photo, several people are a bit misaligned. The youngest Doudou is in front, with a face full of sesame seeds. Ji Sisi is behind him, holding a small box of sesame seeds in her hand. A sesame seed is glued to each side of her face, which is symmetrical. very.

Nian Shutong seriously suspected that she did it on purpose.

Behind Ji Sisi was Hua Lao, like a frightened child who insisted on protecting something, his waist was a little bent, his hands were still just covering his pockets, but there were sesame seeds sticking to his nose, which showed that he hadn't eaten less.

Behind is Fu Yunhe, he eats cleanly, like a nobleman, but this nobleman is somewhat greedy.

Because at this time, he was holding a small bowl and a small spoon, looking at the sesame paste eagerly.

At the end there are haha ​​and rubble. This time, haha ​​finally left a mouthful of saliva, and was about to wipe it off with one hand.

At the end of the rubble, the big mechanical head tilted slightly, watching the making of sesame paste with full interest, probably expanding his knowledge base.

Nian Shutong looked at this photo with satisfaction, and under Daodao's guidance, collected and preserved it, and officially started her photography career.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the sesame paste was finally ready. Nian Shutong didn't let everyone taste it this time.This thing is only delicious with something.

In the cabin at night, under the verbal guidance of Nian Shutong, we made sauce pancakes and cold noodle dishes, as well as garlic and steamed fish.

In the evening, the twilight is like smoke, and the clouds are full of illusions.

People in the field chatted in twos and threes. Although they were tired, they walked back to the cabin full of energy.

Everyone washed the dust, took their own bowls and chopsticks, and lined up to eat.

Refreshing and chewy Liangpi, served with shredded cucumber, a little garlic water, a spoonful of sesame paste, and stir together.

"Mmm - delicious!"

"It's great to eat this."

"I've never eaten it."

"The boss is amazing."

"That is, I ate too many things that I have never eaten before with my boss."

"The present is called living, and I feel that I have a sense of purpose."

"Who said it wasn't? The boss even got a school for our kid."

Everyone ate, drank, talked, and all praised Nian Shutong. This was really the most relaxing period of their lives.

Here, you don't need to get up at a fixed time to pick up garbage, you don't need to hide from the overlords of the garbage dump, and you don't have to live so hard.

Doing farm work is just pure physical fatigue, and this fatigue has been relieved under the generally good system of interstellar people, and all people have obtained great spiritual satisfaction.

This is a day they have never lived before. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Simple and extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)