Chapter 13: Trashy Anchor
"Uncle Che, are the strawberries delicious?" Tu Rongrong asked Tu Che who was still watching the fire beside her while eating strawberries.
"Delicious." Tu Che nodded. He hadn't eaten for a long time. Now that he ate strawberries again, he felt that they tasted really good. He also paid more attention to the chicken soup in the pot.
"I'm glad that Uncle Che can eat. We'll eat chicken together later." Tu Rongrong said happily.
Tu Che talked to Tu Rongrong, then lowered his head to talk to Tu Yuanyuan. Tu Yuanyuan was only two years old, but in the interstellar era, after genetic optimization, children were very smart, so even two-year-old Tu Yuanyuan started early education.
Tu Rongrong didn't know much about education in the interstellar era. Of course, she had some memories of the original owner, but the original owner's grades didn't seem to be very good, so it was quite difficult for Tu Rongrong to enlighten her sister.
"Uncle Che, come here and talk to Yuanyuan, teach her to read and so on. I'll go watch the fire." Tu Rongrong didn't want her sister to lose at the starting line. Since she couldn't enlighten her sister herself, she let Tu Che do it.
Tu Che is more than just a simple robot butler. Besides housework and management, Tu Che's knowledge is also very broad. After all, robots are powered by chips, and the database stores a lot of knowledge, making it a great tool for children's enlightenment.
Tu Che alone is capable of teaching a person all the knowledge from early childhood education to high school. That is, the knowledge that needs to be learned after entering college requires more careful study, and Tu Che does not have that much storage capacity for these.
It was a wise decision to let Tu Che teach Tu Yuanyuan. Tu Che did not refuse to give Tu Yuanyuan a lesson. After switching places with Tu Rongrong, one followed Tu Yuanyuan to learn while the other watched the fire carefully.
Live broadcast room.
[This anchor really doesn't pay attention to the audience in the live broadcast room at all. ]
[Ahhh, the host doesn't care about us at all, why should we stay here? ]
Why? Isn't it because this chicken soup smells so good?
[Ahhh, host Qiuqiu, please open the lid and let us taste the chicken soup.]
[Host, Qiuqiu, please look at us and see our requirements.]
However, no matter whether the audience in the live broadcast room were acting cute and asking Tu Rongrong to give them a taste, or cursing the host, Tu Rongrong ignored them all, and carefully lit the fire, taking care of the mud ball of the beggar chicken in the stove.
"It's almost time. The chicken soup should be almost done and can be served." Tu Rongrong looked at the time carefully. It was almost half an hour and almost an hour, and the chicken soup was almost done.
"Uncle Che, the chicken soup is ready. Go get a few bowls so we can drink it." Tu Rongrong said to Tu Che while opening the lid of the pot and stirring the soup.
"Okay." Tu Che nodded, stood up holding Tu Yuanyuan, and went back into the spaceship to get the bowl.
In fact, I only thought of these toys when I was chopping trees before. It seems that since people nowadays don’t eat meals but only take nutritional supplements, there are no bowls. Even if there are bowls on the market, they are only used as decorations, the kind that look good.
Of course, there are porcelain and other items, but everyone regards porcelain as an ornamental item and no one has ever thought of using it as tableware.
Tu Rongrong didn't buy porcelain dishes from the market, because ornamental items would be very expensive. Tu Rongrong was a poor man now, and she couldn't afford such expensive dishes.
So the bowls that Tu Che was asked to fetch were the wooden bowls that Tu Rongrong had asked him to make when he was cutting down trees for lumber. They were the kind of wooden bowls that were polished and polished very smoothly. Of course, they were only waxed on the outside, and the inside of the bowls were just polished and cleaned.
The chopsticks and soup spoons are also made of wood, and Tu Rongrong chose a wood that is odorless and relatively hard. The bowl is very sturdy and has no smell except the fragrance of wood.
Tu Che took out three bowls and three spoons from the kitchen in the spaceship, and of course there was also a big soup spoon for making soup.
"Uncle Che, wash the bowls and spoons, then we can eat." Tu Rongrong took the soup pot from the stove and put it aside. The open flame in the stove had slowly become much smaller.
Tu Rongrong piled all the burning charcoal next to the beggar's chicken, planning to take out the beggar's chicken and eat it after finishing the chicken soup.
The pheasant and mushroom soup was really generous. A pheasant weighing four or five pounds was stewed with the offal from two other chickens, along with mushrooms and bamboo shoots. It was a really generous portion. The soup had been cooking for a while, so it was a little less, but it was still enough for them to drink.
Tu Rongrong made a small bowl of soup for Tu Yuanyuan. She picked a chicken wing and put it in the bowl, and then picked some mushrooms and bamboo shoots and put them in the bowl. Then she asked Tu Che to help cool the chicken soup before giving it to Tu Yuanyuan.
Tu Rongrong took a larger bowl and poured chicken soup. It contained not only chicken soup, but also chicken pieces, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots. It had all the ingredients you would expect in a soup. Tu Rongrong placed the bowl of chicken soup next to Tu Che, and then poured herself a bowl of soup.
The low table that Tu Che had brought out was placed in the small shed. Tu Rongrong and Tu Yuanyuan sat on one side, and Tu Che sat opposite Tu Yuanyuan. Tu Che carefully lowered his head to cool the chicken soup in his hands, and his portion of chicken soup was placed in front of him, not allowing Tu Yuanyuan to reach it.
After all, the chicken soup just out of the pot is still very hot. If Tu Yuanyuan, a two-year-old baby, touches it, she might get burned.
In the live broadcast room.
[Ahhhh, the chicken soup is ready.]
[It smells so good! I really want to eat this chicken and drink chicken soup.]
[Wow, why did the host only enable smell permissions? What about touch and taste?]
[Woo woo woo, anchor, I won't scold you anymore. I apologize. Let me taste this chicken soup, how about it?]
[Host, look at me, look at me, please give me some permission to try it.]
[Rubbish anchor! He must be playing tricks on us. This chicken soup is definitely not tasty.]
[Rubbish anchor, if you have the guts, please give us permission to taste this and see if it's really that good!]
[This deceptive anchor, get out of the anchor circle! ]
【Rubbish anchor! 】
Tu Rongrong was blowing the cool chicken soup while looking at the comments in the live broadcast room. When she saw the screen full of "trash anchor", she couldn't help but sneer.
The audience in the live broadcast room who heard the host's sneer felt a chill on their necks and had a bad premonition.
"You all said that I was cruel in killing pheasants. As netizens with kind hearts, how could you bear to eat pheasants and drink pheasant soup?" Tu Rongrong said quietly while slowly stirring the chicken soup in the bowl for the audience to see.
"The pheasant is so cute and beautiful, how could you bear to eat it? As a broadcaster who you all call cold-blooded and cruel, let me, an unforgivable villain, taste the flavor of this pheasant soup."
"You can just pray for these pheasants and help them to be liberated." Tu Rongrong's tone was full of sarcasm, but the audience in the live broadcast room could not do anything to her.
Tu Che on the other side couldn't help but chuckle after hearing what Tu Rongrong said, and scolded with a smile, "You are such a spooky little devil."
(End of this chapter)
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