Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

Fang Rong was frightened by him, and had no sleepiness at all. He knew Fang Hua's temperament, so he could only sigh helplessly, "Come on."

Fang Hua's eyes lit up, but he still hadn't forgotten the question just now.

"The bed is too small." He whispered, "It keeps creaking."

Fang Rong rubbed his eyes, his clothes were still on, and it was much easier to get up now, "Then go to sleep in your room."

He seemed to suddenly recall the task assigned to Fang Hua, "Have you bought the vegetables?"

"En." Fang Hua said with an expression of asking for credit, "I even washed it by myself."

Fang Rong was a little surprised, "Not bad, quite self-conscious." He put on his shoes and asked Fang Hua to move the bed back first, and we will go to the big room to sleep together later, and then went to the kitchen to have a look, "just to save washing the vegetables."

In fact, washing vegetables is quite troublesome, especially green vegetables, which have to be opened and washed. Fang Hua's self-consciousness saves him a lot of trouble.

"Where's the vegetables?"

"in the refrigerator."

"Well, I've learned to be smart, and I know to put it in the refrigerator." Fang Rong praised him as expected.

He opened the refrigerator and saw that there were a few simple things in it, meat, shrimp, ribs, and...

and also……

"What is this?" Forgive him for his ignorance, but he didn't recognize what kind it is, "Mushroom?"

"En?" Fang Hua frowned, "Isn't this fungus?"

"Woo...ears?" Fang Rong was taken aback, "Didn't you say that the fungus is black, like ears?"

"En." Fang Hua took out an umbrella-shaped mushroom head from the trash can, "Isn't it just black, like an ear?"

……

Fang Rong had nothing to say, "Forget it, it's a good dish if you can eat it."

Suddenly I felt very tired. Fortunately, I did not buy anything wrong. He encouraged Fang Hua, and explained to him the real fungus by the way. He even spent some time searching the Internet for a photo. Only then did I suddenly realize.

"I've seen this, but it doesn't feel like it's soaked in water, so..." So I bought the wrong one.

Fang Rong regretted it too late, but still did not dampen his enthusiasm, "Although I bought it wrong, this one is delicious, just..."

Just missing the best part.

"Next time I'll wash the vegetables. Some dishes are handled differently. You can watch from the side and wash them when you're proficient."

"En." Although he didn't say it clearly, Fang Hua still heard that he seemed to have done something wrong.

Fang Rong saw his frustrated expression, and couldn't help touching his bare head, "Are you still hungry, I'll make it for you."

Fang Hua's expression froze for a moment, and he was overjoyed when he realized, "Really."

"Of course it's true." Fang Rong looked at the mushroom head in the trash can, and felt a pity that the essence of a mushroom was all here, and he threw it away for more than ten yuan.

Because the more money is printed, the less valuable it is, so the country basically did not print money in the later period. Only a new edition of money was issued in 2100. 100 yuan is equivalent to the previous [-] yuan, so although things seem cheap, they are actually More than three times more expensive than before.

Especially those natural vegetables and meat have always been priceless.

"You wait outside first, I'll be ready in a while." Fang Rong took out the white heels of the mushrooms and cut them into rows, and added two knives to the uncut part of the meat. The ribs were boiled in water. The intestines on the back of the shrimp have to be removed, otherwise there will always be a few twists when eating, and it feels like eating something dirty.

That shrimp Fanghua didn’t know how to deal with it either. He just put it under the tap to wash it, and then caught it and put it in the refrigerator to freeze to death. Because of the cold, the shrimp kept jumping, and the jumping refrigerator was everywhere. They were pasted in the refrigerator, and the buckles couldn't be undone. It took Fang Rong a lot of effort to break them all off, and he was going to mix some noodles and fry them for snacks for Fang Hua.

Fang Hua looked at it for a while, and was stunned by his skillful movements.

He froze for a moment and ran out suddenly, and ran back not long after, holding a fan in his hand, fanning Fang Rong from behind, he was very sensible, knowing that it was hot now, and Fang Rong was a thrifty temperament, able to Never turn on the air conditioner without turning on the air conditioner. The kitchen is small, and when the fire is turned on, people get dizzy, and only he can bear it.

In order to make a quick decision, Fang Rong turned on a big fire, and now there are rows of dense sweat on his head. Fortunately, the fire burns quickly, but a small part of it is a little older, and some are tender. There is no requirement for home-cooked food , the only change is that I originally wanted to make fried pork with fungus, but later it became fried pork with mushrooms, and finally it became fried pork with mushrooms.

It's okay, it's not bad, but the taste is not that good, because Fang Hua took off the mushroom heads, and the mushrooms were not enough, and a few pieces of ribs were added to make up a plate. The skin was peeled off while the pork rib soup was still cooking.

I just thawed it with hot water, and now it's best to peel the skin when it's cold and hot. Fang Hua wants to help when he sees it. He always looks enthusiastic and wants to try everything he sees.

"Just wash your hands." Fang Rong pointed to the faucet, "Also, who will fan me after you peeled the shrimp?"

He was joking, but Fang Hua didn't expect Fang Hua to get serious, the tail behind his buttocks curled up, he rolled up the fan and continued fanning, playing very slippery wholeheartedly.

"Pfft." Fang Rong smiled, "I never thought your tail could be used like this."

He touched it with his hands, and found that the slender and long tail had a little soft hair, which was very easy to touch.

Fang Hua's whole body froze, his face flushed immediately from his neck to the tips of his ears, and the fan fell to the ground with a snap.

Fang Rong looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." He lowered his head and concentrated on peeling the shrimp, his tail retracted into his pants, only a slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed him.

"Why is your face so red?" Fang Rong knelt down to pick up the fan, "Are you sick?"

Obviously just fine.

"No." Fang Hua was ashamed to the extreme, his voice was as low as a fly buzzing, and he couldn't hear it unless he listened carefully.

"There must be something wrong." Fang Rong put the fan aside, reached out to touch his forehead, and then touched his own, because his hands were still wet and the measurement was not accurate, so he simply put his forehead on it, and Fang Hua Head to head, the gesture is very intimate, "Strange, why is your forehead so hot?"

"Are you suffering from heat stroke?" Although it doesn't look like it, except for the sudden flushing of the face, there seems to be no other difference, "Forget it, you go to bed and lie down, I will check later. "

He was afraid that something might go wrong, and he wouldn't be able to find out for a while, so he asked Fang Hua to calm down first, and then the measurement would be more accurate.

Fang Hua was eager to escape from that strange emotion quickly, and went straight to the bedroom without saying a word, which was in stark contrast to his usual slow temper.

Fang Rong shook his head, seeing that he was able to run and jump, there was probably nothing wrong with him.

He removed a broken hair from his forehead and concentrated on his cooking. A single man is a good cook, he is proficient in cooking and stewing, and occasionally he can make a small snack.

Probably because the more he has no partner, the more he desires to have one, but he has no capital. If he doesn't have a unique skill in hand, then his life is really over, so Fang Rong worked hard to learn how to cook, Most of the time I spend my time thinking about it at home, and I will change to new tricks when each dish is cooked well, otherwise I will not change until I am tired of eating.

After he was done, he brought it to the guest table and called Fang Hua to come out. In fact, he didn't need to call, Fang Hua came out by himself when he smelled the fragrance.

He seemed to have calmed down, his face was no longer red, his hands were no longer shaking, and he looked more normal than usual.

"never mind?"

"kindness."

"Then hurry up and eat!" In the middle of the night, Fang Rong had no appetite, so he ate a few casually, and Fang Hua basically ate and drank it all by himself.

The pork ribs were cooked slowly, and they were not cooked until he finished eating, but they also entered his stomach, and even chewed the bones and drank them.

"Are you full?" Although the way he ate was not scary, Fang Rong was frightened by chewing and swallowing even the bones, so he couldn't help asking.

"En." Fang Hua was satisfied.

Fang Rong was still worried. He remembered that Fang Hua didn't know how hungry he was when he was a child. He wanted to eat when he saw others eating, and he didn't know when he was full. He continued to eat until he felt nauseated.

He touched Fang Hua's stomach as he did when he was a child, um, there is no taiko, which means that the meal is moderate, too much or too little is not good, moderation is the key.

He looked at the dining table, silently wrote down today's weight, and then urged Fang Hua to go to bed quickly, "The report will be made tomorrow, so go to bed today."

It was very late now, he had slept for a while, but he was not so sleepy, so he washed all the pots and dishes, wiped the kitchen and washed his hands before going into the bedroom.

Surprisingly, Fang Hua hadn't slept yet, and waited for him with his head half open. His eyes were neither sad nor happy, very calm. He was not too bored on such a hot day, and he was still covered with a quilt. On the contrary, Fang Rong slept every time. Sometimes it’s good to only cover one corner, and it’s good to cover your stomach so you don’t catch a cold. It’s so hot now, it’s not good to cover your stomach for heatstroke.

He opened the window on purpose, and there was still a bit of wind at night, which was slightly cool and comfortable.

"Sleep."

Fang Hua turned his body and looked at him, "Go to bed first."

Fang Rong froze for a moment, "Go to bed first."

"But I want to watch you sleep."

"Pfft." Fang Rong was amused by him, "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

"No, I want to watch you sleep."

Fang Rong paused when he turned off the lights, "What's wrong today? What's wrong with you? You're so disobedient."

"Be obedient." Fang Hua covered himself in the quilt, talking in a dull voice.

"Go to sleep if you are obedient." He was afraid that Fang Hua would not accept his promise again, so he opened his eyes again while he was sleeping, and simply played a childish game, "Count to three and sleep together."

"kindness."

"one two Three."

Crack, the light was turned off, and the room was pitch black. The two of them closed their eyes and fell into a sweet dreamland.