System: Interstellar Planting Daily

In a small private room.

There are five people in the camp, plus Han Chen and the three student parties. If you include Pu Pu, there are exactly ten people at one table.

Two pots of spicy pork slices are definitely not enough for ten people.

Ye Qingluo looked at the pot that had just been cooked on the round table with a confused look on his face. The smell was really fragrant!

Disgusting is really disgusting!

There must be other dishes, so that it is easier to eat with chopsticks and avoid being left in the cold later...

Ye Qingluo made a good excuse for himself and took out things from the space button without hesitation: "This dish is not enough. I also have pickles and meat."

After hearing what Ye Qingluo said, Fang Jinyu quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay. There are ready-made dishes in my space button! They were just cooked at noon!"

Ye Qingluo put the sauced meat and side dishes on the table and asked Fang Jinyu: "Did you go to Chef Niu's place at noon today?"

"Yes, take advantage of the holiday to learn more from Master Niu."

Fang Jinyu chuckled and took out the hot dishes from the space button one by one: "When Master Niu heard about the new ingredients, he was very generous and allowed me to pack a lot of freshly cooked dishes, which happened to be used! "

Han Chen interjected: "Has your master assigned any tasks?"

"Then...of course there is!"

As a cook, how can you not be tempted by new ingredients? Chef Niu asked Fang Jinyu to bring some ingredients back. These cooked foods were used as a token of goodwill.

Eaters are short-tongued, so Sun He clicked his tongue twice and bargained: "This meat is very rare, you can want it if you want it, there are conditions!"

Gao Zhixiang nodded and said: "We will train the cooking class here. We won't learn those exquisite side dishes. We will just teach them how to make home-cooked dishes."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Fang Jinyu agreed without hesitation, thinking: I am a student, I have to put my studies first, and leave the training to my senior brothers...

After everyone started using their chopsticks, Han Chen picked up a piece of meat and put it on the plate in front of Camille, and advised: "Try it, it's really delicious, even better than the boiled fish in the game!"

Camille hesitated and turned to look at Ye Qingluo on the other side.

??

Ye Qingluo is still having an ideological struggle with himself! The psychological activity is so intense!

Teacher Xiaoye: This is insect meat, ugh~ I don’t want to eat it!

Second Lieutenant Xiaoye: What are you afraid of! The clean meat looks good and tastes delicious. Don’t worry if you don’t suffer a loss!

Teacher Xiaoye: That’s also insect meat...

Second Lieutenant Xiaoye: Don’t be afraid! In your last life, when you were a child, you went back to your hometown with your parents and ate water cattle!

Teacher Xiaoye: I won’t dare to eat it when I grow up...

Second Lieutenant Xiaoye: You smell it! Does it smell good? Does it smell good?

So fragrant…

Lieutenant Xiaoye: Eat or not! ?

When Ye Qingluo was about to hold back tears, he finally stretched his chopsticks towards the pot of meat slices tremblingly.

Everyone was afraid of scaring the timid Teacher Xiaoye, so everyone pretended to continue talking and laughing as if nothing had happened, but their eyes quietly glanced over there.

Ye Qingluo shook his head and picked up a piece of... crystal meat, put the piece of meat on the plate, picked up a little bit of meat, swallowed, and slowly put it to his mouth.

【How about it? Is it delicious? ? 】

'Um…'

【Um? 】

‘It’s delicious... smells so good! ’

【...It's boring! 】

Anhua lies flat and is rotten. No matter how fragrant it is, he can't eat it!

Ye Qingluo, who was a little nervous at first, was healed by Anhua's self-defeating look.

Soon, soon, when things abroad get on track, the plane perfection will definitely reach 50%.

Ye Qingluo firmly believes that as long as plane trading is enabled, he will definitely be able to find a way to give Anhua a body, even if it is a small animal!

At least you can eat and drink, right?

After lunch, Ye Qingluo took Han Chen's car and asked Han Chen to take him home.

Over at the camp, Ye Qingluo left full power to the three squad leaders, and with Sun He and Gao Zhixiang present, the more than 20 of them should have no trouble there.

As soon as Ye Qingluo entered the house, the little cat sent back by Mr. Mu came over.

"Meow~meow~~"

[It smells so delicious~]

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Ye Qingluo quickly smelled his clothes.

It doesn’t taste good either?

"Meow~~"

"Tsk! There must still be a smell! Animals have a strong sense of smell, so they must smell the smell of crystal meat!"

Qing Ning caught Pu Pu who jumped over and asked curiously: "What kind of meat is crystal meat? Is it a new ingredient?"

Ye Qingluo curled his lips and walked to the kitchen, telling his mother about it with a look of disgust on his face: "It's the giant beetle I mentioned before. I don't want to call it that meaty thing."

Qing Ning was funny: "So, you named this yourself?"

How dare you scream so confidently without official certification.

"I will advise the authorities!"

Ye Qingluo took out a piece of thawed crystal meat and showed it to Qing Ning: "Look at this meat, it's crystal clear. The giant beetle feeds on crystal stones and crystal energy. How appropriate to call it crystal meat!"

Okay, whatever you think is appropriate, it’s appropriate!

Qing Ning was too lazy to listen to her son's excuses. When she saw that he didn't want to touch the crystal meat, she slapped him aside and diced the meat neatly.

Love really does disappear.

Ye Qingluo found a small pot to boil water while remembering the days when he was a group favorite in the past few years.

After the diced meat was cooked, Qing Liong picked up a piece with chopsticks and smelled it. It tasted pretty good!

Seeing his own mother put the diced meat in her mouth without hesitation, Ye Qingluo exclaimed: "Hey, hey, hey! Mom, why did you eat it directly!?"

Qing Ning rolled her eyes, disgusted with her son's dislike of Jingrou.

"Isn't this crystal meat just for eating? Didn't you eat this for lunch?"

Qing Ning chuckled, and while giving the cat some crystal meat, she laughed at her son: "Don't be afraid to admit it!"

Is there anything you dare not admit? ?

Ye Qingluo raised his chin like a little scoundrel, extremely arrogant: "Ah, I ate it. At noon, apprentice Xiao Fang made it according to the method of boiling fish fillets. It tastes delicious!"

Qing Ning clicked her tongue, feeling that there was a bit too much saliva in her mouth.

She ignored her son, put the cat bowl in the restaurant, and sent a message directly to Ye Chong.

Ye Chong was discussing cooperation with Zhang Shuo in the office of the food factory. They were all acquaintances, and he connected directly with his wife's message after receiving it.

Ye Chong: "Qingqing, what's wrong?"

Qing Ning looked at her son with a gentle smile and said to her lover on the other end: "Mr. Ye, my son said he would personally cook boiled pork slices for us to eat in the evening~"

Before Ye Chong could answer, he heard his son's eager denial over the communication line. Come on, he knew his wife was teasing his son, so he was happy to cooperate.

"Let my son do more! Zhang Shuo happens to be here. We will pick up Shen Qiu and go back together later in the evening."

"Okay, I'll wait for you~"

Qing Ning winked at her son: "Okay, okay, let's rest first, and we'll prepare dinner later!"

Seeing her son's slumped shoulders and lack of interest, Qing Ning held his son's shoulders with one hand and pinched his cheek with the other hand: "Isn't it just crystal meat? Is it so difficult to accept it? Think about the nutritional mud you hate, you Which one do you want to eat?”

Ye Qingluo tried his best to tilt his head to one side and avoid his mother's hand. He was taking and cutting meat just now! !

But my mother is right. Compared with the nutritional mud, this crystal meat instantly looks fresh and refined...

【Ah! Although he obviously likes it, he always looks disgusted. What is this called? 】

(Extracurricular homework: What is this called?)