Open up wasteland in the future

The room is spacious and has good light transmission, and the furnishings are simple and elegant. There is a spiral staircase in the corner of the huge living room, and there is a platform in the middle of the way. There are two large empty bookshelves and a rocking chair on it.

Mu Ming always felt that something was wrong, everything looked harmonious, but it seemed that he was a little less popular.

When Chu Lie entered the room, he lay down on the sofa and pretended to be dead. The big one took up more than half of the sofa, but someone hadn't consciously waved to Mu Ming, as if to let him go and rest.

Mu Ming sighed, and changed into slippers at the entrance, "Where is my room?"

"The second room at the corner upstairs." Chu Lie sank back into the soft sofa, rubbing his chin, "But because of your performance just now, I've changed my mind."

"What?" Mu Ming looked around and asked casually.

"No." Chu Lie laughed, "I haven't tidied up the things I moved from the old house, so you can share a room with me at night."

He flicked up his clothes, took them off over the shoulders and threw them on the sofa, his muscular and perfect body didn't have any fat, "I'll take a shower first, you can do whatever you want."

As he said that, he was about to unbutton his trousers, but the next moment he realized that there was an extra person in the room, he looked at Muming thoughtfully, and then he closed the button of his trousers with ease.

"..." Jiong Mu Ming, is this rascal man embarrassed?

Chu Lie went up to the second floor, and Mu Ming felt a little hungry after rubbing his stomach. He hadn't eaten since he came out of the hospital in the morning.

The kitchen looked like it was not firing, it was not much better than the deserted living room, Mu Ming wondered if Chu Lie was so hungry that he wanted to go out to eat Bawang's meal.

Cabinets, closets, and what appeared to be a refrigerator were all empty.

"Beep, choose a synthetic product."

The sudden mechanical sound startled Mu Ming, he looked at the menu-like screen on the door with some strangeness, and tentatively opened the option.

"Synthetic product?" Mu Ming murmured, "What's this for?" It hurts a bit from being hurt by high technology.

The categories above are complete, including vegetables, fruits, meat and seafood.

"Could it be a machine like a teleporter?" Mu Ming thought leisurely, "I wonder if there are noodles for sale?"

Facts have proved that he still overestimated the ability of this thing.

Four eggs, two tomatoes, and -- a handful of wheat.

Mu Ming looked at most of the wheat, his face was full of cows, what he wanted was flour, where could he find a thresher and a stone mill? !

He hates high tech!

"What are you doing?" The voice rang out, and the body emitting heat leaned over.

Chu Lie had finished washing, his upper body was naked, and a bath towel was wrapped around him. When he saw the wheat in Mu Ming's hand, he frowned and said in distaste, "You want to make wheat stalk rice?"

"Uh." Mu Ming shook the wheat, uncertain, "Probably..."

"You don't need to do my part." Chu Lie walked into the kitchen after passing by Mu Ming, and poured a glass of water into the water purifier, "Come with me to the military headquarters to register tomorrow, and go to see the old man by the way, go to bed early tonight Bar."

"Yes, I see." Mu Ming nodded in response.Now that he has decided to try out with Chu Lie in this capacity for the time being, he will naturally play his proper role, "Ah, that's right."

Chu Lie paused as he walked out, then turned his head, "Is there a problem?"

Mu Ming shook his head, held the wheat in his hand to signal, "I just want to ask you, is there any tool that can peel the outer skin of it, uh, if possible, it's better to grind it into powder."

"Fan?" Chu Lie tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I'll call F over."

Mu Ming put the ingredients on the desk, wondering, is there anyone else in the room? F?strange name.

After searching for a long time, Mu Ming found a very depressing thing, except for the whole set of kitchen utensils, there seems to be no condiments here.

I clicked on the screen of the teleporter suspected to be a refrigerator, but it still didn't work.

Mu Ming looked up to the sky, forget it, take some from the space and use it, anyway, I only cook for one person, so I can't treat my stomach badly.

"Little master, little master, F904505 is at your service."

Mu Ming washed his hands and cleaned the ingredients, "So it's a robot, you are, F?" Unable to remember the number, he decisively called F just like Chu Lie.

"The omnipotent home robot is at your service." The red eyes flickered. The fuselage of F was bullet-shaped, with multi-directional rotating wheels on the base. The voice was obviously accented and a little stiff.

Future robot, Mu Ming looked at F curiously.

"Googoo." He started to protest after finishing his stomach, and sighed, "Is there any way for you to help me grind this shell into powder?"

F's red eyes twinkled, "It's my honor to serve you." The fuselage opened like a door, revealing the storage space inside.

Mu Ming studied for a while, then divided the wheat into several parts and stuffed them in, and threshed them into flour.Thinking about making enough noodles, the rest can be used for breakfast tomorrow.

With F's help, Mu Ming finally figured out most of the functions of the utensils in the kitchen.

Crack the eggs, add some salt and crushed ginger in the space, and fry them into egg flowers.

Stir-fry the tomatoes while cutting them, pour some old wine to enhance the taste, pour in the egg flower and cook it at about the same time, then add water and add the noodles made of flour to taste.

Finally, add salt, monosodium glutamate, drizzle with sesame oil, and take it out of the pan.

Mu Ming was so hungry, he sat down at the table with a big bowl in his hands and started to eat.

The tomato is fragrant, the egg is smooth, and the stomach-warming ginger makes it warm in one bite.

just.

Mu Ming took a few mouthfuls, what's wrong with his mouth, it seems that the taste is a bit wrong.

How should I put it, the heat is right and the seasoning is right, but the ingredients themselves lack a bit of natural richness, which makes the taste of the bowl of noodles down a notch.

Will the food of the future be mutated?

Mu Ming tilted his head and bit his chopsticks in a daze, eating tomato egg noodles slowly, but his thoughts flew to his portable space.

He has to find time to enter the space and put all the seeds and saplings in the ground. At least he has to figure out how the food grown inside tastes. If the fruits and vegetables in the future taste like this bowl of tomato eggs, he deeply feels sorry for himself for the next three meals. worry.

"what is this?"

Mu Ming came back to his senses and Chu Lie was already sitting in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Are you silent when you walk?"

"It's because you're thinking too much." Chu Lie leaned over to the bowl and took a breath, and said pleasantly, "It's so fragrant, let me taste it."

Hey, Mu Ming looked at the stolen chopsticks and wanted to cry, this man is indeed Lai, right? !

"Delicious." Chu Lie picked up a few noodles and touched his chin with his fingers, "Is this what you made by grinding wheat stalks into powder?"

"En." Seeing that he couldn't get the chopsticks back for a while, Mu Ming got up helplessly and went to the kitchen to get another pair.

The result of pampering was that Mu Ming didn't eat a few mouthfuls of the noodles, because most of them went into Chu Lie's stomach.This hateful man ate his dinner, and even looked at him with a reproachful face because he thought it was undercooked.

Mu Ming gritted his silver teeth, who said at the beginning that he didn't need to cook his portion, but fortunately he stuffed a few big mouthfuls at the beginning, and he was half full.

"You know how to cook?" After Mu Ming packed up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, he met the man's sharp black eyes when he came out.

Chu Lie sat upright, even though he was only wrapped in a bath towel, he couldn't hide his silence, "If I remember correctly, there should be no seasoning in the kitchen, and there is no such option in the synthesis machine."

"Then tell me, where do you get your salt, ginger, and blue sea star's unique sesame oil?" The man who gave the impression of being a lazy rascal since we met, at this moment revealed his hidden aggressive minions.