Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Wei Wei didn't know why Zhou Weina thought she was still young and could still be hugged.

He rushed back in a hurry, and immediately went to the basement to put away the synthetic machine tool from the interstellar world.

Then check this underground laboratory from beginning to end to make sure that the instruments placed on the surface are all currently buildable, and then you can safely bring people down to the basement.

When I came out of the basement, the little malted milk I drank had already been digested.

Wei Wei struggled with his eyes and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. That kitchen had only been used once, when Yuan Zhan cooked a pot of porridge that morning.

Yuan Zhan can cook sweet potato porridge, so she can too, right?

Lifting the water boiling pot with two ears that could be lifted from the stove, she saw that Yuan Zhan used the smaller pot to cook porridge, and the large round iron pot should be used for cooking.

First, Xiao Yi was brought here to clean the pot, while Wei Wei turned around and went about her own business.

Take out some rice from the space button, peel and wash the sweet potatoes in the corner. Now that the preparations are done, you just need to put the pot back on the stove, add water, heat it, and boil it.

Feeling that it was not difficult, Wei Wei turned around confidently, and for a moment, a smile froze on his face.

Xiaoyi, you don’t need to brush off the layer of ash on the outside of the pot!

Accidentally, the ash from the bottom of the pot rubbed against the dishwashing area, making everything dark.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, was still scrubbing hard, a pair of electronic eyes running at high speed, obviously getting involved with the pot, which was getting dirtier with each wash.

Seeing this, Wei Wei hurriedly shouted stop and lifted the pot himself. Not to mention, although the sink was dirty, the bottom of the pot was clean.

"Xiao Yi, clean the sink first." Wei Wei looked sad, but Xiao Yi is a machine after all, how can he judge by himself what should be washed and what should not be washed?

I had no choice but to do it myself, wash the small pot again, put it back on the stove, wash the rice, add sweet potatoes, and add water.

Look at it again, water and rice, 3:1, that should be right, right?

The water will boil dry and the rice will expand. To be on the safe side, Wei Wei added a little more water, so it should be stable.

Then there is the fire. This is simple. Wei Wei has unique fire-making skills.

First, set up a space, stuff a piece of waste paper and dead leaves into it, and pile a few thin firewood on top. The firewood was too long and seemed to have gone outside. Wei Wei simply folded it in half so that he didn't have to watch the fire.

Wei Weizai carefully piled it up, placed a fire-like firewood against the bottom of the pot, lit it with a lighter, and the flames grew from small to large, burning brightly.

However, no matter how confident you are, the consequences will be disappointing.

Wei Wei faced the bowl of porridge that was expected to be thick, but it turned into dry rice unexpectedly. It didn't matter if the rice was dry, she had canned food made by Grandma Jiang.

But why is it confusing? Did she put in too little water? Or is it too hot?

The rice is half-dry when it is served, and it smells like paste. How do you eat it?

Only then did Wei Wei realize that the genes of the Yuan family were still prominent in her body. No, her cooking skills were comparable to theirs.

No, while the rice is here, she has to find a savior first to find out what she did wrong.

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Grandma Jiang, who was guiding these young people to open up the garden, was called over urgently by Wei Wei.

"Weiwei, if you want to cook, you have to call me to guide me." Grandma Jiang entered the door in an electric wheelchair. When she saw the layer of paste on the bottom of the pot, she couldn't help but scolded, "Although cooking is simple, If many details are not taken care of, it will become busier and more chaotic.”

"Yes, that's right, then Grandma Jiang, look at what step I did wrong?" Wei Wei's innocent expression and small eyes that didn't know what the mistake was, successfully made Grandma Jiang unable to stop scolding her.

Weiwei didn't mean to cook the rice like this, no one taught her.

Grandma Jiang has rich experience. She touched the temperature of the stove and looked at the batter. She directly concluded: "Weiwei, the fire is too strong. If you hadn't put in too much water, you wouldn't have cooked it." This little rice."

Grandma Jiang just touched the stove, and it is still hot, which shows how high the temperature was just now. "Also, when the water is boiling, you have to stir it with a large spoon, otherwise the bottom will be mushy like you just did."

Wei Wei suddenly realized that next time, it should be a successful pot of porridge.

"Grandma Jiang, look, I can't eat this bowl of rice anymore. What should I do with it?" Wei Wei doesn't raise animals either...

"Just pour it into the lake," Grandma Jiang gave the plan without blinking an eye. She also didn't raise any chickens. "There are fish in the lake, let the fish eat."

"There are fish in the lake?" Wei Wei's tone rose, "How is it possible? I have never found any fish in the lake."

After Grandma Jiang said this, Wei Wei released his mental energy and searched the lake carefully. It was great. There were indeed fish fry and small fish, but there was no big fish.

"It was almost eaten. When you didn't live here, there were often gangsters who would climb over the wall and jump directly into the lake to catch fish. The boat you had before was built by them through their collective efforts."

As a result, when Wei Wei came, they did not dare to come forward to ask for the boat...

Forget it before, but now Aunt Wei Wei lives here. Wei Wei said, if you dare to steal fish again, I will beat you!

Wei Wei held the bowl of rice and tried several times, but no, it couldn't be poured down!

"It's so unpalatable. What kind of fish would you eat? If you put it in your mouth, it will spit it out. It will also pollute the lake."

Although Wei Wei cooked the food himself, Wei Wei was merciless to him when it came to damage.

At the end, Grandma Jiang went and brought back five little yellow chickens.

It just so happens that chickens are hard to buy these days. Weiwei didn't know where to hunt a few of them last time, but they were rare.

It's just right for her to secretly raise a few. Anyway, her family is big and they won't disturb the people.

A small yellow chicken was lying in a bamboo basket. It was so fluffy that Wei Wei's hands itched to stroke it.

"Pour your rice in, and the chicken will definitely eat it." Grandma Jiang was also concerned that if Wei Wei learns to cook, there will definitely be failures.

If you have a few chickens, you can share the burden just in case.

Anyway, the chicken ended up in their stomachs.

Wei Wei carried the bamboo frame and followed Grandma Jiang all the way back to Jiang's house, using her eyes to warn the two people who looked up from time to time during labor to stay calm.

Anyway, with Grandma Jiang's kindness, the food produced will definitely be divided among these people.

Except for Shanzi and Tieniu, who have endured hardships, the other three can be said to have always had a silver spoon in their mouths. Even Zhao Qingze, who was down and out, was still better than the average person.

Zhao Qingze planned to sign up to go to the countryside when he was sixteen. He heard that when going to the countryside, he had to join a team and do farm work in the production team, so he worked hard to adapt.