MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 89

At half past five in the morning, a tempting fragrance wafted out of the Liu mansion again. Fortunately, the rooms of several masters of the Liu family are equipped with an odor purification system. As long as the door is not opened, they will never smell this odor.

And at this time they were still sleeping, and it was impossible for them to sleepwalk to get up and open the door, so they didn't know about it.

The servants and security guards who work at home smelled it, and they were all fascinated by their stomachs. But is it difficult to ask the host about this kind of food? Do you want this high-paying, low-living job?

They all mistakenly thought that the special chef was trying new dishes, although the taste was really fragrant, more fragrant than before.

But the chef, isn't it natural to cook?

The first thing Qingchuan did when he got up early was to open the door to the balcony, facing the unknown sky to start today's practice, until the first ray of sunshine freely sprinkled on him.

He completely relaxes his limbs and clears his mind. Each slow movement is a self-improvement and purification.

His mood became relaxed and happy, and with the urge to share his happiness, he sent condolences to people far away.

"Xiao Ge, Qi Xinan.

It's morning here, Saturday morning, no class today.

The peach blossoms are bathed in the golden sunlight, and there are bees and butterflies chasing in the wind, I seem to smell the fragrance of honey. I remembered having greeted such a wonderful morning with you, in summer with the aroma of honey tea and coffee, newspapers and scrolls stacked together.

Shadows are also stacked.

What time is it at your place? How's the weather? all is well?

It started live on the website yesterday, did you see it? Thinking about making food for the people you like makes the food have a different temperature. Every sweetness they tasted, I was thinking of you.

You know what I'm thinking of you?

Want to put jam on your lips while you drink bitter coffee, like crushed plump ripe cherries, melted by body heat. My breath is full of sweet fruit and sugar aromas, and a hint of burnt coffee.

And the gastronomic delights that exist.

Missing you.

—Your Qingchuan. "

He asked the system to send a text message, which was so sweet that the system’s teeth were sour, and sour that the system suspected that Wei Ge on the other side would lose sleep tonight. Qing Chuan finished teasing, but turned around to make breakfast like a normal person.

The rice for the porridge was soaked last night, plus two red dates and a few wolfberries, it rotted as soon as it was boiled. He ate lightly in the morning, just a bowl of white porridge, with some pickles and a poached egg he made, and polished soy milk, and the breakfast was over.

Eating should be a pleasure, so when conditions permit, he always hopes to enjoy the food he made himself in a pleasant environment. If you are accompanied by someone you like, the food will be even more delicious.

At six o'clock, Qingchuan had already eaten breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, and the Liu family were still sleeping.

He went out of the willow house and walked along the path.

Liu's house is like a park, and there are places suitable for walking inside, but Qingchuan doesn't like it.

The outside is better, the distance between the two people is very far, and there are groves blocking him.

This area is a wealthy area with low-rise buildings, with a height of no more than 15 meters, with a large area of ​​sunlight and free space for movement. Behind them are the undulating mountains, and in front of them are the calm waters formed by mountain springs.

There are not many rich areas on this planet, but many high-rise buildings with hundreds of floors. Even high-rise buildings are considered good, and there are always one or two hours a day where you can see the sun.

There is also a slum here, there are almost no gaps between the buildings, the people on the ground floor can't see the sun all the year round, and there is no large area for leisure walks. But even so, these people are reluctant to leave, and would rather stay here for the opportunity to get rich overnight than go to other planets with better conditions.

Qingchuan walked slowly, occasionally passing the old man walking nearby.

The government has been promoting national fitness, but there are still not many children and adults who meet the daily exercise standards. Because of the lack of exercise, the children here are either bloated with excess nutrition or pale and weak with insufficient qi and blood, and they are not comparable to the children in the star thief's den who are forced to exercise every day.

This is why technology is so advanced, medicine is so advanced, and there are still so many sick people. Among them, most of them are elderly people whose physical functions have begun to decline.

In the past, people here are very light on feelings, and there is no concept of living with the elderly in the old days, so empty nesters have become a common phenomenon.

Although there are many places for the elderly to move out of the door, and there are many similar elderly people doing activities together, but when they get home, they are deserted and have no choice but to soak in the virtual world. If you are not in good health, you can't even get out of the door, and this desertion will be a little worse.

He walked and jogged on the same road with these people, but his expression was indifferent, and he didn't even look at each other.

Qingchuan is not very popular here.

There are many people who have met him early in the morning, but not many have remained kind.

Everyone is well-informed, and after a little inquiries, we know that he was raised by robbers, and was born different from them, raised as a wolf. Many people have already begun to reject him without seeing him, and they will only deepen their prejudice when they meet him.

There are only a few who have always maintained an open-mindedness in the world, but instead cast goodwill towards Qingchuan.

"Child, I see you again."

Qingchuan stopped, this was a white-haired old man, her beautiful face was covered with traces of years, and beside her was a girl of about the same age, with brown curly hair, blue Big green eyes.

Being used to the aesthetics of mixed-race people on the street, this is an ordinary little girl with no special features, but seriously, the little girl is as cute as a doll.

"Hello grandma Zhang, hello little sister, come for a walk?" Qing Chuan smiled and nodded to them.

"Good morning, brother Qingchuan." The little girl greeted him shyly.

Qingchuan only stayed for half a minute, then set off again, "Grandma Zhang, little sister, I'll go first, see you later."

He beckoned, and soon walked away, only to see a white figure drifting away in the shadow of green trees. Like fallen leaves that pass by, finally drifting in different directions.

When no one could see it, the little girl lowered her eyes in disappointment and sighed.

"People have seen it, why are you not happy?"

"Grandma, he didn't even ask my name. Did he not even remember what I looked like?" The little girl was nervous and shy.

Grandma Zhang laughed, "He doesn't ask, you can tell him."

She touched her granddaughter's head, but didn't say what was in her heart.

Good-looking people have always been favored. If you don't take the initiative, how can you make these proud people bow down? Forget it, what kid hasn't been like this? It's better to go with the flow and get together.

The little girl nodded, "Grandma, I'll get up early and take a walk with grandma in the future."

Qingchuan returned to Liu's house at about seven o'clock. At this time, the chef started to make breakfast, and the Liu family still hadn't woken up. He took off his hat and gave Qing Chuan a reserved nod, not treating him with contempt by the Liu family.

Qing Chuan also smiled back. This was probably the friendliest person in the house to him.

"Mr. Chef, the dishes you make are actually delicious, but eating with the wrong people makes them particularly boring. I'm really sorry for saying bad things before."

"I know, you will always eat all the dishes I make. Only your plate is empty, not 'courtesy' to leave a lot." The chef winked at him , "This is the greatest affirmation to the chef."

Qingchuan returned to his room and opened a book written by a literati of this era. The book contained some explorations about life. Such paper books are very expensive, and Qingchuan has spent a lot of money on them.

He likes the feeling of holding a book. If he sees something wonderful or has doubts, he will write his thoughts and doubts in the blank notebook on the other side. After reading the whole book, and flipping through the notes, there are often some very interesting discoveries.

Qingchuan's handwriting is very beautiful.

After entering the information age in an all-round way, very few people will record and express by handwriting.

There are still handwriting lessons in school, but once out of school, everyone has an intelligent system with them, handwriting seems to be a very extravagant thing. It is even rarer to have a beautiful handwriting like Qingchuan.

He made himself a cup of honey tea with lemon juice, and slowly enjoyed the most leisurely time in the morning.

After a while, around 7:30, the Liu family began to get up one after another, washed, dressed and gathered in the dining room, where a few lovely mechanical maids served breakfast.

After breakfast, Liu Yuanting and Liu Xingyu are going to the company and will not come back during the day. Depending on the situation, Liu Xinghu may stay at home or go out. His work is relatively free. Liu Xinglang is going to school, and he is also away for a day, and he will be picked up by a driver when he returns.

"Dad, don't you really want my little brother to come down and eat together?" Liu Xinglang scratched the light chicken soup in the bowl, raised his head and asked hesitantly.

He was a person with no sense of security since he was a child, especially after knowing that he was an adopted child, so from the bottom of his heart, he has always resisted the invasion of outsiders.

He was reluctant to face his sympathy, as if he were a bad boy.

Before Liu Yuanting spoke, Liu Xinghu laughed first, "Yo, aren't we afraid that we will be taken away by him? I have been pestering my eldest brother and me a few days ago, the one who wants to sleep with us is Who is it? Why don't you secretly bury in the quilt and cry?"

He gently pinched his little brother's nose, "Don't worry now? What a big deal, wouldn't it be good for you to have another brother who loves you?"

"Second brother~" Liu Xinglang blushed with embarrassment.

The two quarreled for a while before Liu Yuanting said, "Don't worry about him, if he has the heart, he will come down by himself. If not, then so be it. After all, we all have our own lives."

Liu Xingyu also said, "There is never a natural family, blood is never everything. Is our thirteen years of getting along day and night a fake? What is there to worry about? You are really too Cowardly, without our protection, wouldn’t the little rabbit come out of the nest and don’t know the danger outside.”

"I received an invitation this morning. Yushu invited me to his birthday party. I want to bring a parent. I want my father to accompany me."

Liu Xinglang has a handsome appearance and a face with obvious oriental characteristics, so he has always been very popular in the school, and he often receives invitations from others for banquets.

"Yushu?"

Liu Yuanting thought for a moment, his son went to the best aristocratic school on the planet, and naturally his classmates were also from the powerful class.

"Is it the youngest son of the Han family?...I will go with you. When is the time?"

"More than a month."

"Well, I see, the master will come to the house to make a few sets of clothes in the past two days. Everyone's clothes should be changed."

The Liu family has a dedicated handmade clothes making team, including master-level masters. In this era when handicraft is becoming more and more expensive, it can be seen that the Liu family is rich and noble to be able to use such a team.

This topic was turned over and no one brought it up.

As for Qingchuan, who was accidentally involved in this discussion, he has already started daily virtual classroom lessons.

There is no class today, so he can concentrate on the art of live broadcasting, he goes to sleep and enters the virtual classroom. The teacher is a very gentle old lady. She is live-streaming paper-cutting. There is no special operation, just let Qingchuan learn while watching.

Qingchuan finds it very interesting, and will also learn paper-cutting along with him. Now he can use a pair of scissors to cut out a complete picture of a hundred birds facing a phoenix.

One class, followed by an hour of real sleep.

He slept very deeply, without dreaming, until the alarm clock rang, he got up and felt like a sea turtle floating on the sea basking in the sun, lazy all over, just wanting hands and feet Shrink back and sleep for a cage sleep.

But no, I have something to do today.

Qingchuan glanced at the time, got up, and placed an order to buy four five black chickens, all of which were just mature chickens and had already been dealt with.

Then cut the chicken into pieces, each piece with the bone and skin, add the **** slices to boil, filter out the blood water. I soaked a lot of shiitake mushrooms, bought some Codonopsis, wolfberry, which are commonly used in chicken soup, washed and cut into sections, put them in a casserole with the mushrooms, and then put the chicken in.

Pour in half full of soft spring water, as well as some iron bar yam and a handful of shallots that were not used up yesterday.

The casserole he bought was very large, about the size of a washbasin, with four five-black chickens and a lot of yam, just enough to fit two casseroles.

The flame of the little flamingo held the casserole and smoldered for more than half an hour. The casserole in which the chicken soup was boiled was then handed over to the temperature under the high-tech control to continue to simmer slowly.

Today he will do more to increase his income.

His plan was to earn enough money to buy a mountain before he turned eighteen, and then he could live a semi-reclusive life.

But the price of land is very cheap on other planets. There is news everywhere that someone will buy a planet or a continent, and hundreds of thousands can buy a farm.

100 million.

So in theory, living here is the most comfortable because of habit and familiarity.

A penny beats a hero.

Work hard!

Qingchuan, who is not used to the seamless connection between real life and virtual online life, and who doesn't pay attention to online news, doesn't know it, but after just two hours of live broadcast, he became popular in a small area. And at this moment, at the same time, there is a storm against him on the Internet.

It was the first time to make delicious food for ordinary people in this world. Qingchuan thought it was just more delicious and more nutritious. He has restrained himself not to accidentally make too amazing food, but how much, the food he makes will still bring a little special effect.

It is the fulfillment of the wishes of the eater.

The lower the difficulty of the wish, the higher the chance of fulfillment.

Wen Zheng wants the great monk to appear, only once every ten days and a half months, for ten minutes at a time, because the great monk is basically equal to death. The second echelon is that Guoguo wants to talk, and the painted skin demon wants to face, which fundamentally goes against the setting, so it also lasts for ten or twenty minutes at a time.

Then some demons want to restore the damaged body. Once this is restored, it will be restored, and it will not return to the past once time passes, because this restoration does not violate the fundamental setting, and also It's not very difficult. For example, if you want to grow hair if you are tall, thin, and thin, it will really grow hair.

Good news for those suffering from hair loss.

Qingchuan has no idea how amazing this effect is for the little wishes of ordinary humans.

"First of all, I'm not a caregiver."

Early in the morning, a blonde girl with a slightly unhealthy face posted a video on her homepage.

"If you don't believe me, you can look at my identity certificate and bet on my reputation as a well-known beauty anchor. No one can do this. This is a photo of me without makeup three days ago. I saw it. Oh, this poor woman with a pale yellow skin looks like a middle-aged woman in her fifties. Many people have seen me without makeup, I am not lying. "

She even took out some information sheets and medical certificates, and shook them one by one in front of the screen, "Because of work, the day and night have been turned upside down, and the diet is irregular, even if I take vitamin tablets Malnutrition. Slowly developed and now has mild anorexia. These are the medical certificates given by several hospitals, all of which are regular hospitals."

"So the greatest joy has always been to find food that you can eat on the gourmet live shopping platform, but the food that smells good during the live broadcast will still make you feel nauseated when you eat it in your mouth. ... If the situation persists, it may be necessary to rely on drugs for long-term treatment."

She continued: "Yesterday, I accidentally entered a minor live food shopping, although I was very disappointed with the age of the anchor, and I didn't think I would gain anything today, but because it was boring, I still Been watching."

"It was a surprise."

"I didn't expect that the anchor's small body hides a big magic of food. When you see him cooking, you will completely forget his age and the hoarse little boy's voice. Look. After that it's hard to believe he's going to disappoint."

"He really did not disappoint. The moment the lid was opened, the aroma of the food permeated, and I knew that the biggest accident of the day had occurred. For the first time this year, the first At one point my body sent a strong signal to get food."

She exaggeratedly sighed: "My God, there are only thirty copies, how much luck do I need to get them?"

She turned on the recording of the 'Little Kitchen' live broadcast room again, which also contained her purchase records.

"Yeah, I got one. Incredible aroma, incredible taste, my stomach, all my chewing and digestive organs like a party, the kind of walking in the desert It feels like I suddenly see an oasis one day, understand? It's like a feeling of being saved."

"People who haven't eaten it will think I'm a **** who is lying. Because even I find it hard to believe that food can bring people such a warm feeling. Of course, I don't rule out , and part of that is because I've been relying on poor nutritional supplements for a few days to stay alive."

"I've never forgotten its aroma and its taste. Even when I went to bed at night, I felt my stomach was always warm, and I ate a great taste today."

"Did you think this was the end?"

She suddenly reached out to lift her bangs and looked closely at the camera.

"Look here, I have no makeup, no special effects, or even no lighting, just plain makeup. I still have the feeling of a poor woman with a nervous breakdown, but I have followed for several years. What about the bluish skin? What about my dark circles? Is there a natural and healthy flush on my face?"

"I've always been a cold person, even in a warm room, but today I haven't felt any chills all day. I don't know if it was the power of yesterday's food, maybe more It's mostly psychological. But I'm sure I really love that little anchor, with his magical hands and magical food."

The homepage of this well-known beauty anchor is full of black comments. After all, only a few people have eaten and smelled it at that time.

They all suspect that this person has lost his mind, or can get some other high compensation, so he will spare no effort to tout a newcomer who only started the live broadcast yesterday and can't find any other information.

Whenever a newcomer with a big background enters the industry, there will be similar touts, blowing it to black, and then washing it to red.

But this time it's too obvious, too irrational, the way of touting is more like a brainless black.

I can barely believe that it is delicious, and finally I can use the subjectivity of taste to forcibly clean it up. But what the **** is it that can improve skin texture and physique overnight? Thought it was a legendary panacea? Even if you want to boast, please bring some IQ?

A large number of netizens who seem to be commonplace just regard this video as a joke, and there are a small number of people who are ready to wait for the new live broadcast to start, and they have been black, so black that this newcomer with money has no face Go ahead, let him know the justice of the Internet, and you will automatically leave this industry.

With the capital behind him and the food of his black technology.

Go!