Traveler and Gesakuma

During the conversation, Qian Qian quickly jumped off the bed and came out along the open door. The other room separated by a wall is the living room plus kitchen that the metal giant said.

Different from the warm decoration next door, the living room has more space and more technological elements.

The kitchen is the same as the living room, completely open without any obstruction.

However, these were not what surprised Qian Qian the most, what surprised him were the 'things' who were busy on the stove right now.

Compared with the small stove built by Qian Qian in the underground area, the stove built by the metal giant here is much more complete.

The whole row of walls on the west side is the kitchen area, and there are four stoves alone.

The latest oven is placed on top of the built-in steamer, and rows of dishes, spoons, chopsticks, knives and forks are piled up in the cabinet next to the oven.

Countless metal filaments hang down from the ceiling of the kitchen, twisted together in groups of three and five, and then cooperate with each other to start working in the kitchen.

Standing outside the gate, Qian Qian watched those metal filaments wrapped around the handle of the frying pan, 'holding' the frying spoon and frying skillfully on the stove.

According to the size of the fire, those metal filaments can still quickly flip the spoon on the fire.

The colorful seasonal vegetables that have been changed into the same size and shape are flipping up and down rhythmically in the wok as they are stir-fried, but no oil splashes splash on the stove outside.

Next to the stove is the cutting place, Qian Qian guessed that it should also be the place for making cold dishes.

Because now there is a thread holding the big bowl, and the other thread is carefully adding seasonings to it.

After the seasoning is added, the filaments are carefully stirred in the large bowl with a dining fork, so that the seasoning can fully blend with the ingredients inside.

When the metal filaments on the cooking table were mixing cold dishes with their hearts, the steamer on the left side of the table suddenly made a beeping sound, reminding the chef that the time he had set before had arrived.

The metal filaments in charge of this dish had been waiting here for a long time, and when they heard the sound, they stretched out and opened the cage door of the steamer.

As the cage door of the steamer was opened, water vapor spewed out and circled upwards immediately, and the upper part of the steamer was faintly visible in the white water mist, looking like a fairy mist.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that these white mist that look like a fairy are actually very lethal.

As a product of water vaporization, the temperature of water vapor itself is still very high.

Therefore, experienced chefs will dodge to the side after opening the steamer, and lower their bodies as low as possible to prevent the upward steam from fuming themselves.

However, these concerns do not exist on the side of the metal filaments. For them, steam is nothing, and lava is not afraid. For hundreds of millions of years, there is no temperature in this world that can melt Gesakuma.

The thing that was carefully moved out of the steamer by Gesakuma was a sealed clay pot.

The earthen pot didn't look that big as a whole, but the mouth of the pot and the lid were wetted with a clean white cotton cloth and sealed.

Qian Qian has seen this cooking method before. In his hometown, if he wants to cook a pot of good soup and season the ingredients well, he will choose to use this airtight method to cook it.

Doing so can prevent the water in the soup pot from evaporating, and can also prevent the water vapor in the steamer from flowing into the soup pot, so as to ensure the original taste of the soup.

This soup cooking method is very old, and not many people of his age in Qianqian's hometown can master it proficiently.

Even if you can see it, most of it is in the hands of professional chefs in restaurants. Now that you can see it here, Qian Qian feels very novel.

The kitchen was busy, but even so, Mr. Suo Lang still found Qian Qian the moment he came over, and sent neuron link filaments to meet him.

Just as Qian Qian was dazed, a thin metal wire hung down from the top of his head, wrapped around his waist and gently lifted him up, and put him on the fabric sofa in the living room.

The position of the sofa was exactly perpendicular to the direction of the kitchen. If Qian Qian still wanted to watch the situation on the other side of the kitchen, he had to turn his body sideways or tilt his head.

However, before he could do that, the metal filament delivered a remote control to his hand, and the slender 'body' shook to guide Qian Qian to look forward.

Seeing this, Qian Qian looked over according to the instructions, and was surprised to find that there was a TV hanging on the metal wall 2 or 3 meters away, and it was now on standby.

Hey, there is a signal here?

Looking at the light above the head, it is not the natural light coming through, so there is still power?

Uh, it seems that it's not just the signal and power supply, it seems that there was a fire source on the kitchen stove just now.

So how did Gesakumar do it?Even if a magician conjures magic, it's not so magical?

While Qian Qian was studying the TV with the remote control, a wire brought him fruit.

It was Dawa Yeliguo, which his father brought with him when he was leaving.

Ever since Qian Qian gave this fruit to his old colleagues, I don’t know how it was passed on. Anyway, everyone who knows him now thinks that he loves this fruit.

After that, this fruit will often appear on his dining table or in snacks.

The metal filaments are skillfully wrapped around the Dawa coconut fruit, and quickly rotate a few times on the outer skin of the fruit.

After stopping, the dark yellow outer skin of the fruit was quickly peeled off, but the flesh inside was not damaged at all. This accuracy was definitely comparable to the scalpels of surgeons.

The neurons like a good dog, graciously sent the peeled flesh to Qianqian's mouth.

Unprepared Qianqian was filled with pulp from the fruit sent by the metal filaments. After swallowing it with difficulty, he said: "There is no signal here, they are all downloaded in advance. Mr. Suolan, what do you use to supply the TV?" and stove energy?"

Just as Qian Qian finished asking, he heard a chuckle in his ear.

Then I heard the other party say in a low voice: "I can convert the bioenergy I got from you into any energy source. This is our talent. The only regret is that this talent can't be reversed, so I can only always trouble you gone."

Hearing this, Qian Qian thought that with Gesakuma's fighting power, if there was no energy limit, it would be fine. I am afraid that he would have ruled the planet long ago.

But it seems that they also have the ability to rule the planet now, but the Gesakumars don't seem to be very interested in it.

Just as Qian Qian was thinking about it, the metal floor under his feet suddenly began to rise and fall, and then a simple dining table that looked very fashionable appeared in front of him.

With the appearance of the dining table, the dishes began to be put on the table one after another, and soon two stir-fried dishes, one soup, and one mixed vegetable, three dishes and one soup were neatly placed in front of Qian Qian .

Along with the meals, there are also several steaming 'soft cakes', which are made from whole grains and are full of the aroma of grains in your mouth, which tastes great.

Looking at the dishes that were not many in number but filled the simple dining table because of the large portions, Qian Qian said, "Mr. Suo Lang, you are really too polite, I can't eat so many meals."

"It doesn't matter if I can eat it. The plates and chopsticks brought out this time are all specially selected by me. They taste good and will never be left behind."

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No wonder he was always shopping for all kinds of tableware from various merchants online a while ago, because he wanted to find something more suitable for him.

After lunch started, the metal filaments left Qianqian's side and went to the cooking counter to wait for the dishes to be cleaned.

In the original words of Mr. Suo Lang, I didn’t bring many dinner plates when I went out this time, so I have to save some food. …

Qian Qian heard that he planned to go to help after eating, but was surrounded by the few neurons that were still here and pressed back to the sofa.

In order not to let Qianqian mess around, the caring little Sisi even took the remote control and found for him a space sci-fi drama that he has been chasing these days.

Qian Qian, who was attracted by the plot, quickly forgot about other things, and concentrated on eating and chasing the drama.

At the end of an episode of TV series, Qian Qian couldn't stop watching. He was a little tired from sitting, so he simply kicked off his shoes, and leaned on the back of the sofa with his legs crossed and his chopsticks in hand.

Just when he was comfortable, the palm of his hand suddenly sank, and he looked down and found that there was a porcelain bowl in his hand at some time, and the bowl was still filled with a milky white paste-like substance.

"Why does this look so familiar?" Qian Qian, who was holding a porcelain bowl, asked suspiciously.

"This is my homemade 'yogurt'. I don't know if it's right because I haven't made it before. Try it and see if it tastes like this?"

Qian Qian was stunned when he heard this, because drinking yogurt was just a small habit of his that Qian Qian told the other party when they were chatting, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually try to do it when he said it casually.

To be honest, Qianqian doesn't like yogurt very much. He naturally likes sweet and hates sour, and he has some resistance to sour things.

However, Qianqian was often forced by his parents to drink yogurt because he was thin when he was young and his gastrointestinal absorption function was not very good.

After more than ten years of forced experience, even if I don't like it, I gradually get used to it. After coming here, I can't drink it for many days and even start to miss it.

Looking at the yogurt in his hand, and thinking about the decoration of his small bedroom just now, Qian Qian felt as if someone had thrown a pebble into his heart, and ripples began to appear in the heart lake.

Apparently, Qianqian didn't like sour things, and the giant also knew that, so he was sent over with yogurt, and a can of sweet dried Lipu.

The longan-sized fruit is so high in sugar that it tastes like a raisin when dried.

It seems that the other party also remembers the fact that he often uses dried fruit to smooth down the yogurt, so which one of the things he said before did the other party not remember?

As soon as the yogurt was in his mouth, the familiar taste and texture made Qian Qian's eyes turn red instantly.

Although it has only been over two months since he came here, Qianqian knew that he would not be able to go back. He thought that he would never have the chance to taste the taste of his hometown again in his life, and everything on the other side of the earth could only be based on memories and memories. I miss it.

At the age of 20, Qianqian has experienced some things that people may not even imagine in this life.

He was strong, he survived, but that doesn't mean he didn't have a soft spot in his heart.

Blinking hard a few times, Qianqian wanted to dry the wet eye sockets.

Mr. Solang is so dedicated to himself, it would be too embarrassing and embarrassing to cry in this situation.

However, the tears can be wiped dry, but the emotions cannot be quickly calmed down. The sensitive metal giant immediately felt Qian Qian's emotions.

"You want to cry? Why?"

It was fine if the giant didn't ask, but when he asked about the money, he couldn't hold back his emotions.

He raised his arm to cover his face and said, "It's okay, it's just that the taste of this bowl of yogurt is exactly the same as the one my mother made for me with a yogurt machine. It's just a little emotional."

However, Qian Qian, who was covering his face, didn't notice that the metal filaments that were originally performing their duties suddenly twisted like crazy.