Chapter 222: Chapter 223 Cold Skin Chapter 222: Chapter 223 Cold Skin He reached out his hand.
In one sentence, those who didn’t know if it was intentional, but stood according to size, obediently extended their palms.
Nian Shutong really wanted to laugh; she found the scene quite amusing.
“Are your hands clean?”
“Rubble’s body has undergone a strict disinfection process.”
“Ha Ha washed his hands.”
“Mine are very clean.”
“I didn’t play in the dirt.”
“Master Wali made disinfect.”
“Auntie, Dou Dou washed his little hands.”
Everyone showed Nian Shutong their clean palms, prompting her to nod and say, “Just a little bit, I still have to make sesa paste.”
Holding a spoon, Nian Shutong scooped up so roasted sesa seeds and first placed them in Rubble’s palm.
At that mont, Rubble’s palm had transford into a mirror surface without any gaps, which avoided any waste.
“Good man, put it in Ha Ha’s mouth.”
Having just scooped a spoonful, Nian Shutong complied with Ha Ha’s suggestion—otherwise, with his clumsy handling, there probably wouldn’t be many seeds left.
Ha Ha squatted down, opened his mouth as wide as possible, and looked upwards.
Nian Shutong poured the sesa seeds into Ha Ha’s mouth, not touching his lips. The seeds fell like flowing sand into either Ha Ha’s mouth or throat—he wasn’t sure either.
Next up was Fu Yunhe.
Nian Shutong felt as if she had moved from a primitive society to a civilized society because Fu Yunhe produced a small bowl.
“Don’t you have to use your hands?”
“Indeed, you don’t,” Nian Shutong said amusedly, scooping a spoonful for him.
Then it was Elder Hua’s turn. By then, Elder Hua had stretched his shirt pocket as wide as he could, urging Nian Shutong, “Put it here, put it here.”
Nian Shutong didn’t care; how they chose to carry it was their decision.
She placed a spoonful of sesa seeds into Elder Hua’s pocket, and he was especially delighted and cherished it, placing one hand on the outside of his pocket, unwilling to move it away.
“How would you like to put it?” Nian Shutong arrived in front of Ji Sisi, who pulled out a box.
This box was different from ordinary ones; it was divided into two small boxes, yet they were connected.
“Mr. Nian—”
One ntion of Mr. Nian made Nian Shutong glance at Ji Sisi. But the next words made her decide to ignore her.
“Put the sesa seeds into these two small boxes. It’s best to make it even so they are symtrical.”
Nian Shutong smiled kindly and said, “Good, go divide it yourself.”
A spoonful of sesa seeds heartlessly fell between the two boxes, a bit in each.
Ji Sisi didn’t mind Nian Shutong’s attitude and even nodded in agreent, “Mr. Nian, you’re right; I’ll handle such trivial matters.”
Ji Sisi counted the sesa seeds in her own small boxes.
Finally, it was Dou Dou’s turn.
“Auntie, haven’t you had any?”
A comnt that made Nian Shutong’s already beautiful eyes and brows even more appealing, she patted Dou Dou’s head and said, “Don’t worry, I’m the boss. I can eat as much as I want.”
Dou Dou agreed with his aunt; he raised his little hands and asked, “Auntie, can I use both hands?”
“Yes.”
Dou Dou brought his hands together, holding the spoonful of sesa, and started licking it off, ending up with his face all sared.
Nian Shutong temporarily didn’t bother with him, as long as he was eating happily.
She also said to Zhang Hui and a few others busy in the kitchen, “If you want to try, help yourselves.”
Everyone just tasted a little bit, and in the end, Nian Shutong took away the sesa to make sesa paste.
The machines in the interstellar realm were definitely advanced, even if sothing wasn’t available, as long as you provided Rubble with blueprints, he could make it for you in minutes.
Sesa paste is naturally oily, so when making sesa paste, Nian Shutong didn’t add any water or oil.
As the sesa seeds were slowly crushed and mixed with the oozing oil, the rich sesa paste slled several tis better than the just fried sesa seeds.
This scent made those who had just eaten the fried sesa seeds unable to stop staring at the mixer.
Nian Shutong, with a smile in her eyes, watched them, wishing she could capture this mont as it was truly precious.
“Master, the Light Computer can take photos.”
“Take photos? What is that?”
After listening to Daodao’s explanation, Nian Shutong imdiately started to operate it.
Such an important feature, and she had only just found out about it.
An almost inaudible click captured the mont.
In the photo, the positions of several people were a bit offset; the smallest, Dou Dou, was in the front, his face covered in sesa seeds; Ji Sisi was behind him, still holding a small box filled with sesa seeds, with one sesa stuck symtrically on each side of her face. Nian Shutong seriously doubted she did that on purpose.
Behind Ji Sisi was Elder Hua, seeming like a frightened child stubbornly protecting sothing; his waist slightly bent, hands still firmly covering his pocket, but with a sesa seed on his nose, indicating he hadn’t eaten any less.
Behind them was Fu Yunhe, who had eaten cleanly like a noble young master, though this noble seed quite gluttonous.
For at that mont, he was holding a small bowl and a spoon, his eyes filled with desire watching the sesa paste.
Ha Ha and Rubble were at the back; this ti, Ha Ha finally dribbled so saliva, a hand reaching to wipe it.
At the very back, Rubble with his large chanical head slightly tilted, showed great interest in watching the making of the sesa paste, probably expanding his knowledge base.
Nian Shutong, satisfied with the photo, saved and archived it under Daodao’s guidance, officially starting her photography journey.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the sesa paste was finally done; this ti, Nian Shutong didn’t let everyone try it. This was sothing that only tasted good with sothing else.
That evening, in the small wooden house, under Nian Shutong’s verbal guidance, they made sauce-flavored pancakes and cold skin noodles, with garlic-flavored crab and stead fish.
At dusk, the twilight was like mist, with changing clouds.
People from the fields ca back to the small wooden house in twos and threes, chatting leisurely, tired but spirited.
Everyone washed off the dust, took their own bowls and chopsticks, and lined up for food.
Refreshing and chewy cold skin noodles, with strips of cucumber, a bit of garlic water, and a spoonful of sesa paste stirred together.
“Mmm—delicious!”
“Having this is wonderful.”
“I’ve never eaten this before.”
“Boss is really sothing.”
“Exactly, following Boss, I’ve eaten many things I never had before.”
“Now this is called living, feels like there’s sothing to look forward to.”
“That’s right, Boss even set up a school for our kids.”
Everyone ate and drank, talking, all praising Nian Shutong; these were truly the most relaxed days of their lives.
Here, they didn’t need to set tis to rummage through garbage, avoid the landfill overlords, or struggle so hard just to survive.
Farming was just pure physical exhaustion, an exhaustion that was sowhat alleviated by the generally good health of interstellar people, giving everyone imnse psychological satisfaction.
These were days they had never lived before—work at sunrise, rest at sunset.
Simple yet extraordinary.
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