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Chapter 683 Bald Butter Rice
Yingchun and the others’ answer was that they enjoyed going to work. Although the kids were a little stupid and dumb, their merits outweighed their flaws. The kids’ eagerness to learn was enough to cover up all their shortcomings.
However, thinking of the lunch provided by the Ministry of Culture, the originally cheerful winter jasmine immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost, and the leaves on the branches drooped, looking extremely listless.
Seeing him like this, Jian Yan and the others were confused.
"You...what's wrong?"
Rabbit Dad hesitated and asked, "Didn't you say that going to work is enjoyable? You can make money and gain the respect of the kids. You should be happy.
But I don’t think you look happy!
Or did someone bully you? How about we help you beat that person up tomorrow?"
Yingchun glanced at him and said nothing.
Rose and Xiao Mo, who knew him well, exchanged glances and looked at Jian Yan together.
Jian Yan's scalp tingled when she was stared at. She rubbed Tuanzi, who was sitting on her lap eating eel chunks, and said, "I, I didn't bully Grandpa Yingchun."
He wants to bully Yingchun with his little arms and legs. He is talking in his sleep!
"I didn't say you bullied him!"
Xiao Mo patted her head and said gently, "Son, make a meal for Yingchun tomorrow and bring it to him. Old trees can easily catch fire over the slightest thing. If he doesn't eat well, it will really affect his mood."
Jianyan understood it immediately, and Rabbit Dad and the others understood it too.
"That's why you're unhappy?"
That's it, this is very important.
Looking at the pairs of astonished eyes, Yingchun said angrily with a wooden face, "Do you know what the Ministry of Culture eats? You are just here making sarcastic remarks. Let me tell you, that is not food for human beings."
"You're not human."
Philida retorted without thinking, then added, "Besides, so many people in the Ministry of Culture are eating well, and you're the only one who's making trouble. I think you're just being pretentious!"
This is very annoying.
Yingchun angrily hit Philida with a stick, a little hard, and even Philida, who had thick skin and flesh, gasped.
Yingchun glanced at him, with an expression that said, "I'll let you go this time," and then turned to Jian Yan and said, "Son, bring me some food tomorrow!"
Jian Yan hummed and said, "There's not much I can do."
She eats so much that even if you break your hands you still can't feed her.
"Is it okay to bring a normal human meal size?"
“Okay, okay, okay!”
As long as he doesn't have to suffer the consequences of the Ministry of Culture's food, he will be satisfied.
"I can mix the nutrient solution myself."
Before he could finish his words, Rose scoffed, "No fertilizer!"
Xiao Mo continued, "There's no spring water!"
harmony.
"So, are you planning to use human nutrient solution to mix the nutrient solution?"
When Chuchu was there, he would mix nutrient solution for them with spring water and fertilizers of various flavors every now and then. When he felt more extravagant, he would even let the whole plant soak in spring water, allowing them to absorb whatever they wanted.
Now···
Oh, without spring water everything is in vain.
Yingchun: "...As long as there is food."
"I guarantee there will be rice, and it's delicious butter rice." Jian Yan replied with a smile. There was no point in keeping such a big butter crab in the fresh-keeping box. It would be just right to make it tomorrow and bring it to Grandpa Yingchun and the others.
Three plants with big appetites, but butter rice alone is not enough.
You can have some red bean pastry, and then some pan-fried fish, stir-fried pork, a whole boiled chicken with cold eggplant, and two appetizers, and you're all set.
The deliciousness of the butter rice can make people who have eaten it feel like they are ascending to heaven.
The crystal clear white rice with distinct grains is topped with steaming hot, sticky, golden butter.
(End of this chapter)