Aliens, you are surrounded by me

Chatting in the live broadcast room was in full swing.

【Good morning, Dawn. 】

"Good morning! Good morning, everyone!"

[It's as early as yesterday, are you still milking the cows? 】

"No, today we process honey, honey, remember?"

【Honey?what's that?Ask for a class representative! 】

[The one upstairs didn't pay attention to the class last time, right?Chenxi mentioned honey in the live broadcast room yesterday! 】

[Chenxi is so nice, she just said she would give us a surprise yesterday, and today the surprise will arrive! 】

【Great--】

[What's the use of honey?Dawn?You didn't answer yesterday. 】

"Honey, at present, it can be made into honey tea, or it can be soaked in water to drink directly, and it can also be used as a substitute for yeast to leaven dough."

While explaining to everyone, Wu Moxi took out a piece of thick gauze from the kitchen utensils. It was prepared by Lieutenant Colonel Ferry according to his request, and it was originally intended to be used to filter soybean milk.

Then, he boiled half a pot of water in the original big pot, and put out the fire when it was a little hot to the touch.

"We heat the honey through water. Its characteristic is that the higher the temperature, the thinner it will be."

Put the basin containing honey into the pot, and soon, the almost solidified honey will slowly soften, like metal thrown into a furnace, and finally, under even stirring, it will soon turn into an orange-yellow transparent liquid.

[It smells so good, do you smell it? 】

[I can smell it, I can smell it, it smells like the flowers on Star α! 】

[I really want to take a bite, Chen Xi, is this edible?right? 】

"It's edible, wait a moment, I'll let everyone taste it after filtering."

Wu Moxi covered the airtight glass jar with thick gauze, tied it with a rope, and then used a spoon to scoop the honey in the pot onto the gauze to filter, moving leisurely and unhurriedly.

The process was long, but everyone watched with gusto. Tens of thousands of people focused their attention on the silky liquid that penetrated the gauze and flowed to the bottom of the tank.

[Good decompression! 】

[Eat, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold! 】

Wu Moxi was amused by the nonsense barrage, glanced casually, and found that it was a very familiar name, knowing that he had no malicious intentions, so she answered solemnly: "Honey cold and hot are two completely different tastes. Try it yourself and you'll know."

[Then you should try it! 】

It was rare for Wu Moxi to be kind and kind. He picked up a little honey in the basin with the tip of his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, pressed it against the tip of his tongue, and melted it on the palate little by little.

The texture of the rustle and the accompanying sweetness made the live room burst instantly.

[Ah, ah, this wave is not a loss! 】

【Mom, it smells so good, I have tasted the fragrance of the universe! 】

[Fool, have you watched too many movies?The universe is full of garbage and dead bodies. 】

[It turns out that it can be eaten without filtering, so why do you filter it?Isn't this an appetite?Earthlings are too treacherous! 】

Wu Moxi's eyelids twitched.

But he still kept a professional smile on his face: "If you don't filter it, you may eat something that is not very good."

[What's bad? 】

Wu Moxi smiled without saying a word.

Teach you what is a real appetite!

[Don't stop in the middle, hurry up and say hello——]

Afterwards, no matter how the barrage howled, he didn't say a word.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dongying seeming to be smiling, and when he looked at him, he was indeed smiling.

Wu Moxi raised her eyebrows: What's so funny?

Dongying slowly gave him a thumbs up behind the camera.

Wu Moxi bared her teeth viciously, took out a spoonful of honey from the pot and poured it on the gauze, letting it flow down naturally.

The darker honey full of impurities is poured on the gauze, and when it flows down, it becomes clear and transparent, and even the diffused light is much brighter.

After the filtration, the gauze and the impurities on it were thrown into the trash can by Wu Moxi.

Then, start today's gluttonous journey.

There were not many audiences in the morning, only tens of thousands, but Wu Moxi still took it seriously, trying not to disappoint the audience.

After all, he is a penniless man with tens of millions of debts outside. His arrogance is much more restrained than usual, and he has the illusion that he is particularly dedicated to his work.

Wu Moxi was about to be moved by herself.

But honey, he seldom ate it before, and he really couldn't come up with any tricks for a while.

Just... make some honey chrysanthemum tea and help them get rid of the fire.

Because everything he did was very simple, Wu Moxi’s live broadcast this morning did not seem busy. When the number of viewers climbed from tens of thousands in the middle to 10,000+, Wu Moxi said goodbye to everyone and turned off the live broadcast.

The time was very short, only one hour, which made the audience feel unsatisfactory. Some late-comers only tasted the last sip of honey chrysanthemum tea before the screen went black—such as Lei Xiang.

Mr. Lei, who has grasped the exact location of the Earthlings by various means, saw 5383 live broadcasting as soon as he opened the star network.

The slender Danfeng eyes narrowed, without showing any emotion, and directly turned off the live broadcast.

With his arms resting on the armrest of the swivel chair, he rested his chin and stared at the screen for a while, then clicked on the playback.

On the screen, Wu Moxi was filtering honey leisurely and comfortably, maintaining a polite and decent smile on his face, very kind and warm.

The replay cannot retain the shared sense of body and smell, nor can it retain the barrage, so what Lei Xiang can see is only Wu Moxi's behavior.

Dull.

Lei Xiang moved his shoulders and wrists, turned the swivel chair 180 degrees, put his legs in a relaxed posture, and looked coldly at the kneeling person on the ground.

"Mr. Mu Yu, you should cooperate earlier, so you don't have to suffer so much."

This is Lei Xiang's president's office on the top floor of the main building of Leijing Group. There are only him and his assistant on the entire floor, and of course, there are two strong bodyguards standing behind him.

The thick shutters are drawn tightly, separating the inside and outside of the room into two worlds. In the world that others cannot see, Lei wants to show his violent and domineering side.

One of the partners in the 5383 live broadcast room, the mysterious Mr. Mu Yu has his hands tied behind his back and his face is covered with bruises and bloodstains. It seems that he has suffered a lot.

"It's stupid to keep a secret that you know you can't keep. I don't want to move people in the military, and you, a reporter, want to fight it in front of me?" Lei Xiang said calmly and calmly, with a superior attitude, "I I didn't want to snatch your shady business, although your income is good, but I still don't like that little money, but now I'm a little angry..."

He stood up, walked slowly in front of Mu Yu, and looked at him condescendingly.

"Hmph, you can quit the partnership." Lei wanted to pick up two blank record pages and a pen from the desk, and signaled the bodyguard to untie the person's hand with his chin.

The active Mu Yu immediately realized what he was going to do, and begged quickly: "Don't be like this, Mr. Lei Xiang, my whole family still counts on me..."

Lei Xiang smiled, half mocking and half regretting: "Before the earthlings appeared, your family was doing well."

Then, he changed the subject, showing extreme impatience: "If you talk too much, your father and younger brother will go to Tangshan to work as black miners."

"..."

Mu Yu wept bitterly and signed his name on the record page. As for the content of the blank contract, he was unable to inquire, nor did he want to inquire.

He said so be it, there is nothing worse than losing your partner and losing your job anyway!

Lei wanted to wave his hand, but a bodyguard dragged Mu Yu, who had collapsed on the ground, out.

He signed his own under Mu Yu's name, and then handed the two pages of records to the bodyguard: "Give it to the assistant, let him go to Shijin Platform, they will understand what to do."

"Okay, Mr. Lei." The bodyguard replied respectfully.

Lei wanted to sit back on his chair, glanced at the empty 5383 live broadcast room, and suddenly asked, "Is the opening period for that asteroid over?"

The bodyguard quickly and professionally opened his own terminal, and checked to confirm: "It's not over yet."

"Prepare a small spaceship, it's time to pay a visit to the new partner."

"Yes, sir!"

Dongying moved the empty freezer cabin back to the life cabin, and moved the beehive to the place Wu Moxi designated to put it away. When he came back, he found that he was still busy on the chopping board.

Walking over to see, he was playing with a large ball of dough in his hand.

While kneading the dough, Wu Moxi sized up Dong Ying, and asked guiltyly, "Did they sting you?"

"No, they are very friendly." Dongying didn't understand why he was afraid of a few small flying insects even if he wasn't afraid of big earthworms several meters long. "What are you doing?"

Wu Moxi stopped: "I just found the method of baking bread and steaming buns in the system, and I happen to have honey, so I want to try it."

Honey can replace yeast, and he wants to try steaming steamed buns and sweet bread.

"Oh." Dongying nodded modestly, without asking what "steamed buns" and "bread" are.

Wu Moxi looked up to the sky and sighed: "Ah—but kneading the dough is so tiring, my shoulders are sore—"

Dongying walked over: "I'll rub your shoulders for you."

Wu Moxi: "..."

Wu Moxi: "Straight man, why don't you help me knead the dough?"

Winter Eagle: "."

……

Dong Ying washed his hands, took over the work in his hands, and couldn't help asking: "What did you mean just now? It was the word before let me knead the dough for you."

Forgive him for not having this compound word in his thesaurus.

This weird question made Wu Moxi stunned for a moment. He rubbed off the dregs on his hands, and then went to wash under the faucet: "A straight man is... a man with a single muscle."

Dongying thought for a while, then nodded with certainty: "I am."

After a pause, he added, "You are not."

Wu Moxi: "..."

It seems to teach the child wrong.

The sound of metal and stone tools colliding could be heard in the distant processing area. Mu Fei and the others worked non-stop, full of energy, and Wu Moxi began to seriously consider whether to give them an extra meal, two meals a day.

He is not a slave owner, and he feels a little guilty about ordering people and not giving them food, although they themselves seem to have no objection.

Anyway, there is enough food now, and the giant fruit in the life capsule is basically useless, how about... three meals a day?

No, no, let's have two meals, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality!

Wu Moxi squatted not far away, struggling, her eyes unconsciously fixed on Dong Ying's hard side cheeks, and then slowly turned to his biceps that bulged when he kneaded his face.

The shoulders are straight, the body is well-proportioned, the arms are smooth, strong and not obtrusive, which is perfect.

"Is that all right?"

Dongying's voice floated from the top of his head, and then, a large ball of noodles appeared in front of his eyes, and Wu Moxi realized that he had been staring at people for a long time.

Poke the dough twice with your hand, the softness and hardness are moderate, and the effect is quite surprising.

Dongying has great strength, and the dough kneaded is fine and even. Wu Moxi poured the dough into the incubator with temperature adjustment function, and counted the time in his mind.

I can eat big white steamed buns almost at night, and I am a little happy just thinking about it.

Every time she uses these new kitchen utensils, Wu Moxi will silently say in her heart: Thank you Lieutenant Colonel Feili——

It's like a Christian prayer before meals.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten fish. I'll go and ask for a fish. I'll give you another meal. You can take a rest."

Obviously he didn't do anything, but Wu Moxi still stretched his waist, as if he had made a great contribution.

Dongying didn't feel tired, and asked, "I'll go with you..."

He stopped mid-sentence as he heard the faint hum of an engine in the sky.

Lieutenant Colonel Ferry just left yesterday, and it is impossible to return suddenly, so who else will land on this ominous asteroid?

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