Gourmet Live Room

The workers’ food was delivered by Jiang Ma, and Jiang Xiaoyu ate at Su Yemu’s house. When the beef soup was drunk, Jiang Xiaoyu’s nerves tingled, and then he felt comfortable from the inside out. A soft force seemed to break through something, overflowing his full body.

Was this the power of food?

Jiang Xiaoyu didn’t quite understand, his mother also cooked food, although it was unpalatable, but he never felt this way. Was it because the fucking cooking was not authentic?

While eating, Su Yemu talked to Xiaonan about going to school. The new semester was about to start, and it was time to sign up.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who was stretching out his ears to be obedient, sank down and lowered his head to drink the soup.

“Brother, the farm is about to open, and I want to help.”

“No, you can’t delay studying.”

“But brother you’re not an adult yet. Normally, my brother should still be in college!”

“My brother wants to see me go to school, and I want to see my brother succeed.”

“That must be, brother, when I grow up, I will join the army, and when I become the team leader, I will lead the team to an exhibition match for my brother.”

The brother-sister pair chatted happily, and as another person on the table, his heart was restless. Erha hesitated to speak when he thought of the ring; Jiang Xiaoyu’s expression darkened, he was two years older than Xiaonan, and he didn’t have the chance to go to school.

“Xiaonan, Boss Hei is here to see you.”

The door of Su family house was suddenly slapped open, Boss Hei’s loud voice came through, and Erha ran to open the door with a wink.

The tall figure enveloped Erha, and he raised his head silently. The ferocious man was glaring at him, and Erha made a sound of “Yah”, took two steps back, and sat down on the ground.

Boss Hei glanced at the frightened Erha, and raised his eyebrows: “What is it?”

Boss Hei stepped over Erha directly, and swaggered in; Su Yemu came out and smiled: “Welcome, have you eaten, let’s go eat together.”

Su Yemu’s standard way of greeting, have you eaten yet?

Boss Hei sniffled: “I haven’t eaten.”

Bai Jun who was following behind him: He had already stuffed two tubes of nutrient solution when he was in the car.

When the first mouthful of food came into his mouth, Boss Hei murmured, saying that it was okay; it was better than what he had eaten in restaurants on other planets; when he took the second mouthful of soup, Boss Hei’s eyes dimmed, and he calmly resolved it in two and three sips, then he stretched out the bowl: “Put the soup.”

Erha who was biting the dragon beard crisp: Why me?

His eyes narrowed dangerously: “Huh?”

Erha hurriedly caught the bowl handed over, and filled the bowl full.

Bai Jun was also greeted by Su Yemu to sit down, and he was taken aback when he drank the soup, but he chose to remain silent like Boss Hei. The difference was that when he drank the soup, Boss Hei poured it down, and he drank it spoon by spoon.

There was not much food in the first place, so it was explained in one go. After eating, Boss Hei pouted his mouth and looked here and there.

Erha was very unhappy, and summoned up his courage: “No more.”

“Hey, you kid.”

Boss Hei raised his hand, Erha stared at him, shrank his head, and ran to hide behind Su Yemu.

Boss Hei scratched his head: “Why are you like a rabbit, you have no guts.”

Erha didn’t dare to refute him, and hid behind Su Yemu and groaned.

Boss Hei came over for a meal and then left. Before leaving, he reminded Su Yemu that he still owed him two jars of wine!

The workers finished their work, and after eating a Chinese meal, everyone’s eyes lit up. Was this the taste of food? It’s delicious.

“It’s amazing, after drinking the soup, I seem to have endless power.”

“Indeed, the spirit is much lighter.”

“Why didn’t I feel it?”

Including Father Jiang, there were thirteen people in total, three of them felt strongly, two felt slightly touched, and the rest only found it delicious.

Erha and Jiang Xiaoyu were driven into the kitchen by Xiaonan to wash the dishes, while Su Yemu went out to digest food, by walking, to the abandoned spaceship, Su Yemu stood there for a while, and then went back.

Under the dim light, Jiang Xiaoyu was pacing. When he saw Su Yemu come back, he finally mustered up the courage to step forward, “Brother Yemu, can I learn cooking from you?”

Su Yemu felt that something was wrong with Jiang Xiaoyu while eating. He didn’t expect it to be this: “Of course, I still need a pastry chef. If you are willing to learn, I can teach you.”

The farm needed a lot of people. As for why he didn’t buy robots, of course he had no money.

“I’m willing, I’m willing.”

He couldn’t go to school, and he didn’t want to be too far away from Xiaonan; although it was an advantage for him to ask Su Yemu to teach him cooking skills, he would definitely repay Su Yemu in the future.

After receiving Su Yemu’s reply, Jiang Xiaoyu went home satisfied.

Su Xiaonan came in and stretched out a stack of papers in front of him.

“Brother, I found out that you didn’t record the cakes.”

Before, Su Yemu only recorded soups and dishes, but he really didn’t do anything with cakes.

“Let’s draw a pattern first.”

Su Yemu took the paper, walked in, took out a pen and sat down, Su Xiaonan also followed: “What kind of pattern to draw?”

“Xiaonan, I will draw the pattern myself,” Su Yemu drew a big pumpkin on the paper: “Look, the LOGO of our farm.”

On the paper was a big, round pumpkin, Su Xiaonan thought for a while, took Su Yemu’s pen, and drew two leaves on the pumpkin: “Brother and I.”

Both brother and sister smiled similarly, and Erha, who came out of the bath, felt inexplicably redundant.

Su Yemu painted the pumpkin and leaves. There were two green leaves on top of the yellow pumpkin. Su Yemu looked at it for a moment, why did he feel something was wrong?

Wiping his head vigorously, Erha leaned forward and lay down on the table, looking at Su Yemu with bright eyes.

After finishing the farm label, Su Yemu began to draw the tableware.

Su Yemu was going to get four sets of utensils made, from casserole to plates, bowls, and spoons. At that time, the farm would be divided into four areas by four gentlemen[1].

The problem was that he had no money, so he could only start with plum blossom of the four gentlemen first. Thinking of this, Su Yemu couldn’t help but sigh, fortunately, this place didn’t need money.

Ink Painting was another peak of Chinese traditional painting. After a few strokes, a painting was completed.

Su Xiaonan didn’t appreciate the cell, yawned, and went to sleep; Erha was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, and wanted to take it with shaking hands, but Su Yemu didn’t notice his abnormality, put away the paper, stood up, and took a picture, and patted Erha on the shoulder: “Go to bed early!”

This night there was another dream, and this dream was still a series; Su Yemu gritted his teeth and looked at the cold man in front of him: “This is my dream.”

“So, please get out.”

The man showed surprise and disappeared from sight in an instant. Su Yemu was in a better mood, and it was rare for him to laugh twice…

“Ah!”

There was a scream, and Su Yemu sat up covering his mouth. He laughed so hard that he bit his inner lip.

After getting up with a gasp, Su Yemu washed up and prepared breakfast for four people. After eating, he went directly to Xingwang to place an order for the ingredients to be used today. After the ingredients arrived, he soaked some of the ingredients that needed to be soaked in water first.

After finishing, he took a few pictures of plum blossoms and went out, followed by three little tails.

He came to Grandpa Zong in a mighty way. He was thinking about the printing machine, thinking about how to print the patterns on the porcelain more beautifully.

Hearing about Su Yemu’s intentions, Grandpa Zong took the drawings and saw them, he was secretly surprised; however, his usually calm face was still stern, and he nodded and accepted the orders.

“Grandpa Zong, take a look at this.”

Su Yemu handed him a few pieces of paper. This was the technique for firing porcelain in Jingde Kiln that he wrote after returning to his room last night. Grandpa Zong had this foundation. If he wanted, it would certainly not be difficult for him to do.

As Su Yemu expected, Grandpa Zong showed shock: “Why did you give me this?”

“Because I think the farm can use such ceramics.” After Su Yemu finished speaking, he was startled by Grandpa Zong’s sharp gaze, touched his nose, and laughed twice.

Grandpa Zong was angry.

“I can’t take it, it’s too valuable.”

“But it’s useless for me to keep it, why don’t you spend money to buy it? Ten thousand star coins? I just need money.”

“You know what you gave me?” Grandpa Zong yelled, not to mention developing the technique, but if he sold this technique to those crazy professors of history and archaeology on Neptune, and he would have nothing to worry about in his life.

Su Yemu smiled: “I know, I didn’t write this!”

Grandpa Zong glared at Su Yemu angrily, holding the prescription in his hand, he felt extremely heavy and he wanted to push it back to Su Yemu.

“Grandpa Zong, let me tell you the truth. I really need these porcelain tableware. If possible, I would also like some decorations. After thinking about it, only you are the most suitable; how about this? If this porcelain can really sell for money, would you give me some shares?” After thinking about it, Su Yemu could only think of this.

Grandpa Zong pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth: “Okay.”

Grandpa Zong let Su Yemu breathe a sigh of relief. Those who really loved porcelain and appreciated its beauty would also want the glory of Jingde to reappear.

After the discussion, Su Yemu was about to leave. He agreed with Grandpa Zong that if the development of this prescription went well, a batch would be produced for Su Yemu’s urgent use. If it didn’t go well, he could only use high technology.