"Uncle Che, are strawberries delicious?" Tu Rongrong asked Tu Che who was still watching the fire while eating strawberries.
"Delicious." Tu Che nodded. He may not have eaten for a long time. Now that he ate strawberries again, he felt that the taste was really good, and he paid more attention to the chicken soup in the pot.
"It's good that Uncle Che can eat. We'll have chicken together later." Tu Rongrong said happily.
Tu Che talked to Tu Rongrong, and then lowered his head to talk to Tu Yuanyuan. Tu Yuanyuan is only two years old, not many interstellar ages have been genetically optimized, and children are quite smart, so even two-year-old Tu Yuanyuan has started early education.
Tu Rongrong doesn't know much about education in the interstellar era. Of course, the original owner's memory is there, but the original owner's grades don't seem to be very good, so it is quite difficult for Tu Rongrong to enlighten his younger sister.
"Uncle Che, come here and talk to Yuanyuan, teach him how to read, and I'll watch the fire." Tu Rongrong, who didn't want his sister to lose at the starting line, couldn't enlighten her sister, so let Tu Rongrong Che come on.
Tu Che is not just a simple robot butler, besides housework and management, Tu Che also has a wide range of knowledge. After all, robots run on chips, and there is a lot of knowledge stored in the database. It is also very good for children to be enlightened.
Just Tu Che, a robot, can transfer a person's knowledge from early childhood education to high school, that is, the knowledge that needs to be learned after college needs to be studied more carefully. Tu Che doesn't have that much storage capacity.
It was a very wise decision to let Tu Che teach Tu Yuanyuan the enlightenment, and Tu Che did not refuse to give Tu Yuanyuan a lecture. After changing positions with Tu Rongrong, one studied with Tu Yuanyuan, and the other watched the fire carefully.
Studio.
[This anchor really doesn't pay attention to the audience in the live broadcast room at all.]
[Ah, the anchor doesn't care about us so much, why do we still stay here?]
[Why do you say? Isn't it because the taste of this chicken soup is so good?]
[Ah, anchor Qiuqiu, open that lid, let us taste the chicken soup.]
[Anchor, ball, look at us, look at our requirements.]
However, no matter whether the audience in the live broadcast room is acting coquettishly and letting Tu Rongrong give them a taste, or cursing at the anchor, Tu Rongrong ignores all of them, and carefully burns the fire to burn the beggar in the stove. The mud balls are also taken care of.
"It's about time. The chicken soup should be almost done. It's ready to be served." Tu Rongrong looked at the time carefully. It was almost half an hour, almost an hour, and the chicken soup was almost done.
"Uncle Che, the chicken soup is already stewed, go and bring some bowls over for us to have chicken soup." Tu Rongrong said to Tu Che while opening the lid and stirring the soup in the pot.
"Okay." Tu Che nodded, stood up with Tu Yuanyuan in his arms, and went back to the spaceship to get the bowl.
In fact, I only remembered these things when I was cutting down trees before I was painted. It seems that because people nowadays don’t eat and only eat nutrients, there are no bowls. Even if there are bowls on the market, they are just used as decorations. kind of.
And of course there are porcelain and so on, but everyone regards porcelain as an ornamental, and no one thinks about using it as tableware.
Tu Rongrong didn't buy those porcelain bowls and plates from the market, because the price of ornamental objects must be quite high. Now it's a poor man who doesn't have the money to buy such high-priced bowls and chopsticks.
So the bowls that Tu Che was asked to get were the wooden bowls that Tu Che made when the trees were cut down to make wood before Tu Rongrong, the kind of wooden bowls that were polished and polished smoothly and waxed. Of course, it was only waxed on the outside, and the inside of the bowl was only polished and cleaned.
Chopsticks and spoons are of course also made of wood, and the wood chosen for the velvet coating is the kind that has no peculiar smell and is relatively hard. The finished bowl is very strong and has no smell except the fragrance of wood.
Tu Che brought out three bowls and three spoons from the kitchen in the spaceship, and of course there was a big spoon for making soup.
"Uncle Che, wash the bowl and the spoon, we can eat now." Tu Rongrong took out the soup pot on the stove and put it aside, the open flame in the stove has gradually decreased a lot.
Tu Rongrong piled all the charcoal that was still burning to the beggar chicken, planning to take out the beggar chicken to eat after the chicken soup was finished.
There is really a lot of pheasant stewed mushroom soup. A pheasant weighing four or five catties is stewed together with the offal of two chickens, plus mushrooms and shredded bamboo shoots. It is really a lot. That is to say, after the soup has been boiled for a long time, it will be less, but it is still enough for them to drink.
Tu Rongrong made a small bowl of soup for Tu Yuanyuan. She chose a piece of chicken wing and put it in the bowl. She also picked some mushrooms and shredded bamboo shoots and put them in the bowl. Then she asked Tu Che to help cool the chicken soup. Give Tu Yuanyuan a drink.
Tu Rongrong took another larger bowl and made chicken soup. It contained not only chicken soup, but also chicken pieces, mushrooms, and shredded bamboo shoots. There were all kinds of ingredients in the soup. Tu Rongrong put the bowl of chicken soup beside Tu Che, and then she also made a bowl of soup for herself.
The small table that Tu Che moved out was placed in the shed, Tu Rongrong and Tu Yuanyuan sat on one side, and Tu Che sat opposite Tu Yuanyuan. Tu Che carefully lowered his head and blew the chicken soup in his hand to cool down, and the chicken soup that belonged to him was placed in front of him, out of Tu Yuanyuan's reach.
After all, the chicken soup just out of the pot is still very hot, so be careful if Tu Yuanyuan, a two-year-old milk doll, touches it.
In the studio.
[Aoooooooooooooooo Chicken soup is ready.]
[It tastes so delicious, I really want to eat this chicken, I really want to drink chicken soup.]
[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo What about touch and taste?]
[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
[Anchor, look at me, look at me, please allow me to taste it, anchor.]
[Spicy chicken anchor! It must be playing tricks on us, this chicken soup must not taste good.]
[Spicy chicken anchor, if you have the ability, you can grant permission to let us taste this taste, is it really good!]
[This deceiving anchor, get out of the anchor circle!]
[Spicy chicken anchor!]
Tu Rongrong blew cold chicken soup while watching the barrage in the live broadcast room, and couldn't help but sneered when he saw the "spicy chicken anchor" on the screen.
The audience who heard the anchor's sneer in the live broadcast room felt their necks go cold instantly, and they always had a bad premonition.
"You all said that I killed pheasants cruelly. As netizens with a benevolent heart, how can you bear to eat pheasants and drink pheasant soup?" Tu Rongrong said quietly while stirring the chicken soup in the bowl for the audience to see.
"The pheasant is so cute and beautiful, how can you bear to eat it? As a host who is sprayed with cold blood and cruelty by you, let me, a heinous villain, taste the taste of this pheasant soup."
"You can pray for these pheasants, and just give them salvation." Tu Rongrong's tone was full of teasing, but the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't do anything to her.
Tu Che on the other side couldn't help laughing "puchi" after hearing Tu Rongrong's words, and cursed, "You ghost."