The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 332 Watermelon Knight, Princess Shovel (11)

Three foreign children were brought back to Aiweiti.

It's just in time for dinner,
Kuang Qiansui handed over to Ellie to take charge,

I hurried to find the cook,
Get ready for a big hot pot banquet.

"Master Chitose, today's wild boar is really big,"

11-year-old little cook Riley,
Already proficient in making more than a dozen hard dishes,
The craftsmanship is catching up with the old cook, Misli's grandmother,

"Pork belly and tenderloin, according to your instructions, have been cut."

She held up a board,
Looking forward to Chitose's review.

"Well, it's moderately thick and cut beautifully.

Riley's knife skills are getting better and better. "

Kuang Chitose is like a young adult,

He raised his hand and rubbed Riley's head,

The little guy is four years older than her, but only half a head taller than her.

For the past half month, she has blessed Holy Light,
The frail body of the original owner has fully recovered,

The stature began to rise like a bamboo joint,

while other children,
Because of nutritional and spiritual problems,
All grow slowly,

There are even stagnant ones.

Kuang Qiansui was thinking about it,
But time is limited every day.

The things that she needs to be responsible for personally accumulate into mountains,
I can only try to order it every night,

Teach the cook girls some new recipes,
To everyone, especially children, as much as possible,

Supplement adequate protein and nutrition.

"The soup base is almost done,

There are some seasonings left, I'll do it. "

Kuang Chitose grabbed the cleaned peppers and spices,

The edge falls quickly without a shadow,

While heating the oil pan, sprinkle dried ginger, green onion and garlic,
After sautéing, throw the chopped peppers into the pot all at once,

There was a beeping sound, and the spicy aroma hit the nostrils.

Seeing Riley standing still,

The circle finger flicked her forehead,
"Go, let Lesser call everyone to eat."

Riley blinked.

Choking lightly,

Immediately hey, and ran out with excitement on his face.

"Brothers—Elzi, Cherry, Elle~
Lord Chitose calls everyone to eat hot pot——”

far away,

A long series of cheers, answering and passing,
It's like a banquet celebration is about to start.

Not long after,
A battle was set up on the square in front of the hall.

The long tables are joined together,
The little guys work together in pairs,

Move the bench higher than yourself to the square,

There is also vaguely Miller's joyful words describing the fat snake to his grandma.

The royal city is in ruins,

More than 300 people live together.

With the square in front of the hall as the center,

For half a month,
Part of the house was restored.

The rest of the burned buildings,
Depending on the degree of damage,

Leave it to tinker or give up.

Give up a lot.

On the one hand, manpower is limited, and on the other hand, high-risk buildings have great potential safety hazards and cannot be retained.

Kuang Qiansui directly packaged and destroyed it with the holy light of Wanfu.

The small royal city, in a blink of an eye, looks more like a small village.

Agriculture still needs to be developed here.

Fewer people, fewer houses,

After the war, there was more arable land.

There is still enough grain and stored seeds in the palace granary.

distributed to each group,
From wheat, to grapes, to strawberries,
And root vegetables dug from the forest,
Whole transplanted fruit trees and seedlings.

Food abundance may be limited in the short term,

But don't have to wait too long,
Soon, everything will be connected.

Livestock are limited, so they are raised intensively,

Each group takes turns taking responsibility.

Every day there will be a different group of children,
Follow Kuang Chisui and Ai Zewa into the forest,

Mainly collect herbs,

Distinguish between plants and edible animals.

Learn regularly how to place traps according to local conditions.

More than 300 villagers,
Regardless of gender, age or age,

Within the limits of our ability,

Work hard to rebuild your home.

Kuang Chitui sat cross-legged in the center of the fountain, on the stone sculpture of the baby.

The slender legs are hanging in the air, swinging lightly at will.

Behind him, a pair of slender hands approached slowly.

"Is the hot pot delicious, Aizewa?"

That hand paused,
As arrogant as the master,

Turn around and retract your embrace,

"good."

"And the three dwarves?"

(End of this chapter)