Open up wasteland in the future

"Why do you think so?" Chu Lie turned his head, his expression suddenly sank, and there was a moment of cloud over his eyebrows, which disappeared in a flash, and he said lightly, "My duty is to guard the blue sea star, and I can only stay for seven days when I come back this time. "

"Okay." His eyebrows frowned, as if the sudden change of face just now was just an illusion, "Let's go to District 8 quickly, it happens that there is an open-air cooking class there, you can learn it by the way."

Being pulled forward, due to inertia Mu Ming was one step behind and was dragged forward.

Chu Lie's mood is a bit wrong, although they have only been together for less than a day, but Mu Ming just feels that he is in a bad mood now.

The two didn't continue the topic, and didn't even talk anymore.

The scenery in District 8 is obviously different from that in District 23. In the original words, it is like traveling back from a thousand years ago.

Similarly, there are many people here.

The entire Dixing virtual network is divided into 50 districts, and more than one billion people have popularized optical computers. After entering the virtual world, they are crowded into this small area.

"Are you sure you should buy this one?" Mu Ming poked at the doll in front of him, with uniform long ears and cute eyes, but they were all pink, "Your taste, uh."

Mu Ming considered the adjective for a long time, "It's so cute."

"You feel good too, don't you?"

"..."

Chu Lie always felt good about himself, so he waved his hand and packed 20 of the same dolls.

It was agreed to come to choose a gift, but in fact it only took them less than 5 minutes from choosing to confirming.

When he was half dragged and half dragged to the central square again, Mu Ming deeply realized that the main purpose of this guy was to lure him to watch the so-called on-site pastry tutorial!

A circle of stages was erected in the center of the venue, and the one they went to watch had a large table on which someone was moving.

The big monitor behind the man was doing a close-up of his hands, Mu Ming squinted his eyes, it turned out that he was cooking, and the ingredients seemed to be porridge.

They walked forward, and there were many people sitting in the seats in front of the screen.

There are no less than 20 such large screens around the square. The people on them not only cook dishes, but also make paintings and flower arrangements, and even splicing parts. This made Mu Ming realize that this place may be a special area for virtual classrooms.

"Today's is just porridge?" Chu Lie was a little disappointed, his obvious frustration made him look pitiful, "Yesterday was a barbecue series, which made me go to the imperial city for barbecue today."

Mu Ming was speechless and choked for a moment, you must have specially eaten Bawang's meal.

"If you want to eat, I can cook for you next time." Talking about food, Mu Ming is full of confidence.

"You know how to make barbecue?" At this moment, Chu Lie was a large dog begging for food, his eyes were shining brightly.

"A little bit." Mu Ming resisted the urge to touch his head.

"Then breakfast tomorrow..." Chu Lie lowered his voice, "Forget it, you can cook the porridge for me tomorrow."

"What's wrong?" Mu Ming knew that Chu Lie was not the one who wronged him.

The man shook his head, "There is no natural food at home, and it doesn't taste good when it's made. I'll eat it at the old man's house tomorrow at noon..." Chu Lie scratched his head angrily. Since Mu Ming can make synthetic food into delicious tomato egg noodles, he is very happy. I want to try the barbecue!

natural food?Mu Ming thought of the tomatoes that tasted bad, and vaguely realized something, but didn't ask directly, keeping the question in his heart.

The two sat for a while, when the screen changed from cooking porridge to making side dishes, Chu Lie finally couldn't sit still and stood up, "You can watch here, I'll go to the mech battle platform."

Mu Ming couldn't help laughing because of the running back.

This awkward man seems to be looking for a balance between the two of them just like himself. After all, they have never met before, and the acquaintance was also very abrupt, but since they are tied together, they have to slowly adapt. It's right.

As the two separated, Mu Ming also got up, and Guangnao, the guide who summoned the newcomers, became acquainted with each other.

The virtual network is divided into 0 areas, which naturally have their own different functions. Mu Ming followed the prompts to the No. [-] area dedicated to children.

This is a place to help young children get familiar with various home appliances and increase their basic cognition, which is just right for a novice like him.

However, it is clear that there are absolutely not many Xiaobai like Mu Ming, and most of the people who come here are parents with children, which makes Mu Ming stand out from the crowd.

"..." Mu Ming gritted his teeth. After all, he still couldn't have the cheek to sit down among the children. In the end, he just moved and moved back to the No. 8 area. He sat under a tree by the square and pulled out the virtual panel to find what he needed. tutorial.

There are people coming and going in the square, but the total amount has not decreased. The big screen facing Mu Ming is still about cooking. Now it is time to teach people how to handle the ingredients.

Mu Ming was a little interested at the beginning, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party's methods were rough, and the explanations were not clear, and some methods even made the nutrition of the food lose faster, so he lost his sight.

"Flour, water, vegetable oil, salt, Bilie is right, why can't you achieve the desired effect, the dragon beard noodles are as thin as a hair, how do you make that kind of lost pastry?!..." The old man The voice was puzzled with madness.

Mu Ming turned off the virtual panel, stretched his waist and looked towards the source of the sound.

Just now he has roughly understood the information he wants to know.

The interstellar calendar is calculated from 2018, and the history before that is blank, and most of the civilization has disappeared, especially the food culture has long been wiped out in the long river.

As for synthetic food vs natural food.

After 2018, the planets and galaxies that humans have migrated to have been damaged to varying degrees due to unknown reasons. Animals and plants have died one after another. In the end, the I resurrection plan had to be launched to save a few lives. However, the lost species cannot be restored.

Later, those surviving plants were repaired, cultivated and multiplied by wood-type supernatural beings, and they became expensive natural food.

Synthetic food is cultivated with the genes of natural plants, and its price, nutrition and taste have been reduced by at least two times.

Before entering the virtual network, Mu Ming entered the space while taking a bath, and sowed the seeds in the supply bag.

It's worth mentioning that the first one planted at the beginning has already produced oranges, and there's nothing to say about the good taste, which also made Mu Ming worry about it. The space must be hidden and pinched.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Mu Ming walked to the side of the wailing person.According to the information, the food culture has disappeared, and in the future when even flour is not popular, he is very curious about this person who knows about Longxu noodles.

The old man had no image on the ground, and there was unreconciled dough in the big basin in front of him.

The image in the virtual network can be changed according to the user's wishes. Only the close contacts in the optical brain, such as relatives and partners, can see each other's true colors.

Most people like to choose to beautify their faces, but the appearance of the old man in front of him is really not flattering.

Rosacea nose, drooping face, weird spiral chicken nest hair, short limbs and gray coat, in fairy tales, he is just like a dwarf.

"Old man, you want to make dragon beard noodles?" Mu Ming squatted down beside the washbasin, and saw several small bowls scattered around, each containing water, salt and oil.

The old man didn't speak, and gave Mu Ming a bad-tempered look, and he was tinkering with the dough by himself, muttering something from time to time.

They were located in the far side of the square, under a tree, and no one noticed this side.

The old man kneaded for a while, and the dough was formed, but it always broke when it was pulled out to form a dough. The cross-section of the gluten was not dry, but it just couldn't be pulled into a dough.

For a long while, the old man still ignored Mu Ming who was squatting aside, but he never forgot to raise his head and give him a look every time he trampled on the dough.

Mu Ming was seen as innocent.

Finally, when the old man gave up on himself for the sixth time and stretched out his claws, Mu Ming took the washbasin and said, "Let me do it."

"What are you doing..." The old man rolled his eyes, but was speechless after seeing Mu Ming's movements.

The unreconciled dough is very obedient in Mu Ming's hands, like magic, after a few shakes, the dough is divided into four strands of rough noodles.

Then, four turned into eight, eight turned into sixteen, Mu Ming's slender bony fingers pulled the gluten very fast, and the amount of vegetable oil and flour that was placed on the side also dropped sharply.

It is really a visual feast. The movement of ramen seems to have been tempered thousands of times, smooth, powerful and full of beauty. The stature of the young man is very charming because of this artistic appreciation technique, exuding an aura of who else can I.

until.

"Old man, your noodles." Embarrassed, Mu Ming put the pulled noodles back into the washbasin and served the old man who was still in a state of astonishment. After finishing speaking, he didn't look back and slipped away.I made a mistake, and when I realized that the noodles were ready, I was eager for a moment, and I got carried away with complacency.

"Noodles, noodles..." Seeing Mu Ming disappear offline, the old man came back to his senses, lowered his head in disbelief, touched the very thin noodles in the bowl and shouted, "Longxu noodles, the legendary dragon beard noodles." It draws the attention of passers-by.

The old man couldn't wait to catch the ramen boy back, but he scratched his head and didn't know the name of the other party. He turned on the virtual network contactor and shouted with a red face, "Second boy, help me find someone quickly, quickly!"

On the other side of the screen, the gentle young man called the second boy smiled helplessly, "Teacher, I am also the second prince of the Federation anyway, so can't you be gentle with me?"

Mecha battle platform, VIP private box.

The hatch opened, and one person alighted from each of the two combat mechs.

"How's the investigation going?" Chu Lie tapped on the wall of the room, and the simulated jungle scene turned into an ordinary reception room.

"I don't know yet." Bai Huai walked beside him, "After all, that's the old man. I'm afraid he has already figured out a countermeasure for our next plan."

Chu Lie stretched his hands behind his head and posed in a comfortable position, "Where is the Mu family?"

"We've already searched the old house, and there's no clue." Bai Huai paused, "One more thing, Aunt He said that Mu Ming broke his head and suffered from selective amnesia."

"Selective amnesia?" Chu Lie frowned slightly, thinking of something, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's really his style."

Bai Huai was slightly surprised, "You're in a good mood." He hadn't seen Chu Lie show a good face in the past few days since he came to Emperor Star, especially that picky tongue, which offended most of the restaurants.

Tonight's Chu Lie looked... Bai Huai looked at the person walking in front of him, his heel tapped the ground twice, unexpectedly rippling.

If you insist on saying that there is any difference these days, is it because you are married?Or rather, it was because of the person who married him.

However, as a rational adjutant, Bai Huai still reminded, "Mu Ming is the only grandson of the Mu family."

Chu Lie was silent for a moment, sharpness appeared between his brows, "I will pay attention."