Everyone looked at Clyde, who didn't mince words and quickly told them the location of the wild rice. He even used the location function of the live stream to get the coordinates of the wild rice's location.

So, having eaten and drunk his fill, Emmanuel swiftly left for the coordinates.

Watching his departing figure, Elliott remained silent for a long time before asking Sang Ning, "Ningning, besides staple foods, what else can fill you up and keep you full?"

Sang Ning, who was assembling a bed frame, paused upon hearing the sound and asked, "You haven't eaten enough?"

No, she knows they have big appetites, so she always makes larger portions.

"It's Emmanuel. He doesn't get hungry easily and has a fast metabolism."

“Actually, my metabolism is fast too,” Clyde chimed in, to which Monet scoffed, “A bunch of idiots.”

Mu Tao retorted, "You talk as if you're not a glutton. If you're so capable, try eating as much as Ningning one day before you start calling us gluttons."

Monet, "..."

She really doesn't have the ability, mainly because Sang Ning eats too little.

Aside from a few races that are predominantly petite and naturally have small appetites, it's fair to say that many intelligent races in the Moikaz universe have offspring that eat more than her.

She eats about the same as Sang Ning, she'd starve to death.

Because she couldn't do it, Monet chose to keep quiet.

To avoid being criticized by Mu Tao again.

Sang Ning ignored them and instead frowned and hesitated, "Have any of you who get hungry quickly had any tests done? Are you sure it's just that you get hungry quickly, and not because of any illness?"

"I'm not sick."

Elliott said, "It's simply because my metabolism is fast."

That's easy.

Sang Ning smiled and said, "Eat when you're hungry."

"Once the rice is brought back, I'll make some snacks and keep them on hand so you can eat them anytime you're hungry."

"This is good."

Mu Tao was the first to respond, then leaned over and asked, "Ningning, what snacks and desserts are you planning to make?"

"It's unclear right now; we'll talk about it when the rice comes back."

Sang Ning refused to give a definite answer, leaving Mu Tao and the others with no choice but to go to work.

Sang Ning and Louis were also busy; one was assembling the bed frame, and the other was diligently carving out the wooden planks and adding intricate details.

The carvings are so ugly and abstract that you can't even recognize what they are, they are the work of Louis.

Sang Ning was countless times glad that she had made a bed beforehand, otherwise seeing such ugly and eye-catching carvings before bed would have put her in a bad mood and caused her to have trouble sleeping.

"This is so ugly."

She spoke frankly, and Louis nodded, "It won't look bad after I've gotten more familiar with it and made some changes."

"Then good luck."

There are indeed skilled carving masters who can transform extremely ugly and flawed pieces into exquisite works of art, but for Louis, who is currently not even at the beginner level, it will take time to achieve that level.

It's only because he's talented; someone with less talent could work their whole life and still not improve.

But Sanning had inexplicable confidence in Louis.

Louis had no idea what she thought of him. Staring at his work in silence for a long time, he realized that it was truly ugly, so ugly that he couldn't bear to look at it.

With a sigh, he put down the board with the ugly carvings and replaced it with another board to continue carving out the slots and such.

There's no rush with the carving; we can contact him again after everything is finished. Right now, the most urgent thing is to make the bed; he doesn't want to sleep on the hard floor anymore.

Everyone was working, no one was idle, and the audience was thoroughly enjoying the show.

It's hard to describe the feeling; although they're both busy and only exchange a few words occasionally, I sense a very good atmosphere between them.

[No fighting or drama; everyone is busy with housing and furniture, which shows how important a stable home is.]

[Nana has already learned to weave things, I want to learn too.]

Mo Nainai cut rattan to weave baskets, but there weren't enough. Sang Ning was busy making furniture and didn't have time to weave, so Mo Nainai felt she could do it herself and started working on it.

I was quite inexperienced and often forgot the steps, but I asked Sang Ning for help whenever I had difficulties. With her patient guidance time and time again, I finally got the hang of it.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel had already reached his destination.

As far as the eye can see, everything is golden. This is a plant that looks like rice, with thick and tall roots and a huge ear of grain.

The ears of grain bent under the weight of gravity, and as the wind blew, golden waves began to roll.

But this isn't rice; if I remember correctly, rice doesn't look like this.

Emmanuel frowned, picked up a plant that looked like a rice stalk, examined it carefully for a long time, and then chose to pluck the stalk that resembled a rice ear.

Then I peeled off a few kernels and removed the outer shell. The kernels inside were about the size of melon seeds. They weren't white, but rather white with a hint of yellow. I held them to my nose and smelled them. The unique fragrance of the plant wafted up.

He popped one into his mouth and chewed it, the fresh plant fragrance filling his mouth, but Emmanuel frowned and spat it out.

audience,"···"

"What's wrong? Isn't this rice? It looks pretty good to me, almost like what's grown on Agricultural Planet. Why does Iman look so disgusted?"

[Perhaps Iman doesn't like rice?]

Why don't you just ask?

As a result, special effects bullet comments were unleashed.

[Iman, don't you like rice?]

No, I really like eating rice.

Emmanuel denied the audience's claims, which puzzled everyone. If he didn't dislike it, why did he have that expression? When asked, Emmanuel suddenly sighed, "This isn't rice."

"Although they look very similar and both have ears of grain, they taste different. The texture of this one after chewing it is hard to describe, it's not as good as regular rice."

Have you ever eaten raw rice?

"I ate rice when I was young and ignorant, out of curiosity."

Everyone suddenly realized why they reacted this way; they had tasted it before.

Suddenly, a golden, glittering special effects barrage appeared.

【Hey Iman, have you considered that this rice grew wild and naturally, not genetically modified and carefully cultivated? It's normal for there to be differences between purely wild and genetically modified varieties.】

Emmanuel pondered for a few seconds and thought it made sense.

"It's not bad, it's edible, but I'm not sure exactly whether it's edible or how to cook it. I've decided to take some back and ask Sang Ning."

【Okay, go ahead, Iman. Take a lot back; if you can eat it, you can have a good meal.】

These words made Emmanuel's eyes light up. Yams weren't bad. For Emmanuel and his group, who had only recently joined, yams were a good thing, and they hadn't gotten tired of them yet.

But having gotten used to staple foods and nutritional drinks, he never felt that yams were very filling.

Even though I was full at the time, I got hungry again soon after. Compared to rice and nutrient solution, rice and nutrient solution were more filling.

Based on the principle that it was non-toxic, edible, and might even provide a good meal, Emmanuel took two large bundles back with him.