"It lacks emotion."
Qin Heng has the right to speak on this topic because his starship is equipped with a chef robot.
Having eaten so much food prepared by robot chefs, he's become quite experienced with it.
"The food made by the chef robot is perfect except for its exquisite presentation. You'll be amazed if you eat it once in a while, but if you eat it every day, you'll experience the feeling you described."
Lois chimed in, "I think taste is a rather magical thing."
"I cooked a meal myself the other day, and the dish turned out... well..."
After organizing her thoughts, she gave a precise self-assessment.
"The color is rather indescribable, but I was surprised to find it delicious, just the way I like it."
Then she asked, "Do you understand that feeling?"
Emmanuel and the others looked at each other and shook their heads in unison, indicating that they did not understand.
Sang Ning replied, "I understand!"
Because she had seen her junior sister before; that person was known as a kitchen killer, who would not only destroy the kitchen but also produce culinary disasters when cooking.
But what's amazing is that after eating it, they experience mild symptoms like stomach aches and diarrhea, or severe poisoning, requiring them to give themselves injections or prescribe medicine for each other to detoxify.
Only her junior sister had an iron stomach; she ate it without any problems and kept saying it was delicious and urging them to eat it too.
Thinking of her junior sister, she revealed a slightly subtle expression.
"Perhaps the person in charge of cooking cooks according to their own taste, so what doesn't suit others' tastes but does suit theirs."
Upon hearing this, Elliott immediately retorted sharply, "You're wrong. If we follow your logic, why do they all complain about the food Louis and the others cook?"
Sang Ning was speechless after hearing his words.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Elliott, beaming with pride as if he had won a battle, said, "This shows that whether something suits your taste or not doesn't depend on the chef's skill, but on some kind of mystery."
Everyone burst into laughter.
What the hell is metaphysics? They live in the scientific world; they don't do metaphysics.
Never mind, let's just eat.
So everyone buried themselves in their food.
Then, Dominic and his friends managed to eat themselves so much that they got stomach aches.
Sanning, "!!!"
Helpless, Sang Ning suggested giving them acupuncture to aid digestion, but Dominic and the others immediately refused as if they had seen a ghost.
Helpless, she could only give each of them a digestive tablet, and together with Emmanuel and the others, she walked for a while before riding the flyboard back.
Dominic and his family moved into a new house, decorated in a simple yet elegant style, with all the bedding made of pure cotton.
The soft cotton quilts and the breathable, sweat-absorbent pure cotton fabric made them sleep especially soundly on their first night on planet E72.
His sleep quality is exceptionally high.
Sang Ning, whose biological clock is punctual, gets up at 5:30 every morning. At this time, the sun has not yet risen, but the magnificent rosy dawn has already covered half the sky.
She was stretching on the lawn when Emmanuel opened the door and came out. His eyes lit up when he saw her movements.
"Ningning, let's practice."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed over like lightning.
Sang Ning dodged his attack by shifting her feet, and said helplessly, "I'm really annoyed by you using this trick every day."
"I'm not bothered!"
Before he could finish speaking, Emmanuel swung his fist at him.
"You asked for this."
Sang Ning sighed, tilted her head back slightly to dodge his fist, then used her waist to push off with her elbows and simultaneously shoved herself forward, crashing into his arms.
"Bang--"
Emmanuel flew a meter away before landing firmly on his feet, and said helplessly, "Aren't you tired of using that same elbow to the heart every time?"
"Not bothersome!"
The trick doesn't have to be old, as long as it works.
Thanks to Emmanuel and his team
He practiced with her rain or shine, which made her increasingly skilled at using the "top elbow" technique, giving her a natural, late-blooming talent.
If her senior brother found out, he would probably be so angry that he would whip her with a thorn stick.
This move is not suitable for girls; it's too forceful.
Unfortunately, the senior brother was not there, so Sang Ning used it without any burden.
Emmanuel was furious with her and snapped, "Can't you try something different?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't change your tactics, I'm not going back. I'll stay and bother you every day."
This threat was quite harsh; at least Sang Ning was frightened.
Her eyes widened suddenly. "Are you serious or joking?"
"I never joke."
Emmanuel stared at her expressionlessly, and Sanning realized that this guy wouldn't stop until he had a serious fight.
That should be fine.
She flexed her wrists and said, "Are you sure you want to play seriously?"
"Sure."
"If I pin you to the ground and rub you into the dirt, you're not allowed to get angry."
"Heh, I got rubbed in by you once in Survival on a desolate planet, this time it's my turn to rub you in the ground."
"Enough talk, take this!"
Before he finished speaking, he charged forward again with incredible speed.
Sang Ning narrowed his eyes, and then vanished from his sight like a ghost.
Then······
That was the end of it.
With one foot planted on his chest, Sang Ning looked down at him and asked, "Do you submit?"
"How did you do that?"
Emmanuel held her ankle, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.
"What's with that speed of yours? Did you secretly learn the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?"
Emmanuel was joking, but some people took it seriously.
"Holy crap, the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) actually exists?"
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