Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

The location of the afternoon tea is placed in the garden of the villa.

As soon as the prototype of the villa was built, Bai Wutong planted the plants needed for the garden in advance according to his own ideas.

The villa has not yet been completed, and the garden is already full of flowers.

Bai Wutong glanced at the beautiful mango layer cake, and planned to plant two more mango trees in the corner.

Don't even think about planting durians, it may kill people if they get hit.

Cui Lingyi placed the flower basket she had just inserted on the table, saw the durian layered cake and the mango layered cake for a moment, and said in surprise: "You used Lian Lian Guo and Moon Fruit?"

Bai Wutong had made yellow peach mille-layer cake before, and Cui Lingyi thought it was delicious, and even learned how to make it from Bai Wutong.

Bai Wutong smiled and said, "I think it should be delicious."

Cui Lingyi said unexpectedly: "The smell of Lian Lian Guo has become lighter, and it is quite fragrant after adding whipped cream."

Bai Wutong: "Did it whet your appetite?"

Cui Lingyi smiled like a flower, "Must have!"

Smelly imitated her, "Must have!"

The appearance of the little adult is very cute.

The durian Melaleuca is cut open by the white sycamore, revealing the plump cream and pulp inside, which whets the appetite.

Cui Lingyi fed a small piece into her mouth, squinted her eyes and sighed: "I really never thought that Lian Lian fruit can be so delicious when made into a cake."

He couldn't help laughing and said: "When Mu Zhi came back, knowing that he missed such a delicious cake, he would definitely jump up with regret."

Cui Muzhi likes all kinds of dim sum made by Bai Wutong the most. If Cui Shiji hadn't forced him to study and practice martial arts every day, he would most likely become an astonishingly talented dim sum master.

Bai Wutong was puzzled: "Where did he go?"

Cui Lingyi lowered her voice and said quietly: "Huang Zhong is caught to pick the love fruit."

Bai Wutong smiled and said, "Didn't you give him one?"

Cui Lingyi smiled helplessly: "When we go back, it will be divided up by everyone.

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Everyone wants to taste delicious food that makes people linger and forget to return, so Cui Muzhi can't help it.

Bai Wutong said: "Bring him a copy when you go back."

Cui Lingyi took a sip of black tea and said with a helpless smile, "Bring it back to him. He has tasted it. He definitely wants to try it with durian."

The so-called gentleman stays away from the kitchen, Cui Shiji hopes that Cui Muzhi will study hard and practice martial arts, not to be a high-ranking official, but to be a teacher with both ability and political integrity.

Of course, Cui Shiji disagrees with Cui Muzhi's fondness for tinkering with desserts.

Once in a while is fine, but doing this kind of thing often, in Cui Shiji's eyes, is like playing with things and losing one's mind.

After all, the Cui family is not so poor that the sole heir of the direct line has to be a pastry chef to support everyone.

In modern times, pastry chef is one of the most popular occupations for girls.

Men who can make desserts are also favored by girls.

Bai Wutong felt that it would be good for Cui Muzhi to open a dessert shop, so she comforted Cui Lingyi, who was a little worried, "Three hundred and sixty lines, one can become the champion."

Of course Cui Lingyi supported Cui Muzhi in doing what he liked, but Cui Shiji couldn't understand it.

After all, study hard and practice martial arts, and you can also make desserts when you have nothing to do. There is no need to pursue it wholeheartedly as a lifelong ideal.

She shook her head and said: "Mo Zhi didn't think it through, let it be, don't force it."

Bai Wutong nodded. In this world where only reading is good, Cui Muzhi, who grew up in a scholarly family, may also be confused in the face of ideals and reality.

Bai Wutong led everyone to eat durian once, and the durians in the surrounding forest were plucked by everyone.

The nostalgic taste and the unique and dangerous picking method also make durian the fruit that everyone wants to try the most.

Village head Zhao, who is in charge of agricultural management, received Sheng Huaixuan's report on the value of durians, and immediately asked people to collect the seeds to prepare seedlings for the next spring.

The yield of durian is very high, and it can also be made into various delicious foods. After a few years, everyone's life has stabilized, and the demand for fruit will definitely increase.

Not only durians, but also plantains, mangoes, and dragon fruits that are abundant in the local area... Village head Zhao will take everyone to arrange to plant them one by one, and special personnel will record their growth, and strive to grow the highest yield and high quality fruits.

Because there is no need to pay taxes for planting fruit trees, all you need is to reclaim the fields, and the court also distributes fruit seedlings. Many people actively reclaim the fields after they leave work.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and many people are suffering from heat stroke.

On the other hand, in the tribes of Ami and Aduo, everyone is dressed in cool clothes, and all of them are alive and well, which is in stark contrast to the strict and conservative Central Plains people.

Huang Zhong injured his body while fleeing famine. Although he recovered, his foundation was still worse than others.

Affected by the bitter summer, his cheeks became sunken again after he finally grew flesh.

A Duo was heartbroken, and after knowing the reason for his bitter summer, she immediately took out the white silk that Bai Wutong had given her, and designed a set of refreshing clothes for Huang Zhong.

The white silk is light and breathable, extremely silky, icy and cool on the body, much better than the Gema that A Duo and the others used to wear.

It's just that this style is really hard for Huang Zhong to accept.

He said with some embarrassment: "I like the clothes you made very much, but" bare arms and legs will inevitably be laughed at.

When A Duo heard that he liked it, he immediately interrupted what he had said, with stars shining in his eyes, "Then put it on quickly, and let's go swimming at the beach together!"

"Can you dive? I'll teach you. When we dive down, we can touch clams in the sea. The pearls in the clams are very beautiful. I can touch some more. How about making a necklace for your aunt?"

A Duo is wholeheartedly for herself, isn't it just being laughed at by others!

Huang Zhong clenched his palms and put on! Must wear!

Anyway, the locals in southern Xinjiang wear it like this!

He is A Duo's fiancé now, so what's wrong with dressing like this!

Huang Zhong took the shorts as if he was dead, while A Duo was still standing there, with a urging expression that you should change quickly.

Huang Zhong blushed, and whispered to her: "Can you wait for me outside?"

There is no place to hide in this tent.

A Duo knew that he was thin-skinned, so he made a grimace, kissed him on the cheek again, and said teasingly: "Sooner or later, I will wear it, heh!"

Huang Zhong's cheeks were burning hot, and he had no choice but to nod pitifully.

A Duo liked his cute appearance, pinched him, and jumped out after teasing him, leaving Huang Zhong stiff all over, dumbfounded.

Huang Zhong put on A Duo's "chic" clothes, coupled with his stiff expression and high bun, he was indescribably strange.

A Duo was very satisfied, and said happily: "You are so beautiful, you are worthy of being my A Duo's man! Let's go! Let's go to the sea!"

The place she was looking for, others would definitely not be able to find them.

Huang Zhong hesitated looking outside the tent, and in the next second, A Duo was directly dragged out of the tent.

Compared with the locals, Huang Zhong didn't show his stomach, which is considered conservative.

It's just that his white skin, which hasn't seen the sun all year round, and A Duo's healthy wheat-colored skin form a strong contrast like milk chocolate.

Everyone still clattered and stared at him.