After the meeting ended, only Cage and his father remained in the room.
"Father, since this idea is so good, why give it to my cousin? You know my cousin, he's so ambitious. What if he succeeds and becomes a board member?"
“Cage, having a good idea doesn’t mean you can do it well. It’s only when he fails that your excellence will be shown.”
Bailey, who was outside the house, had no idea he would hear these words.
I had originally planned to ask my uncle some questions, but I gave up on that idea.
My uncle probably never knew he had spiritual powers. Although the house was soundproof, he could hear everything clearly.
They wouldn't let him do this well, but he insisted on doing it to the best of his ability.
On a small planet.
Half a month later, the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom.
Therefore, Green found a new place to stay, which was in the lotus pond, hiding under the lotus leaves every day.
The little balls of fluff jumped onto the lotus leaves, and since there were green tentacles underneath, they didn't have to worry about falling off.
As for Lu Yulan and the uncle pollinating the rice, it can actually be described as artificial pollination.
Lu Yulan only put two or three mutated rice seeds into these rice plants.
From what we can see now, it hasn't shown any aggression; it's quite ordinary.
[Host, don't you think you're incredibly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and apathy)?]
Xiaomi suddenly asked, "Lu Yulan."
"Where is the decadence?"
She gets up at seven every morning to prepare breakfast, then plants and harvests vegetables, then has lunch, takes Green out on an adventure, and then has dinner.
Where has it gone to waste?
[Host, you're already very proficient at these things. You should challenge yourself with something more difficult.]
"For example?"
For example, cooking skills and knife skills.
Lu Yulan immediately understood what Xiaomi meant. In fact, even though Lu Yulan had been in interstellar space for so long, and even when she arrived at a small planet, she had not been working hard alone.
With the support of the Lu family behind him, Yuan Fei also helped him at the beginning.
She has always lived in her comfort zone and has not made any special efforts.
After half a month, the uncle could learn any dish she knew just by looking at it once, and the dishes she made tasted pretty good.
In fact, her fans on StarNet are basically just long-time fans viewed through a filter.
Her cooking skills are indeed just so-so.
Because knife skills are very time-consuming and require a lot of food, Xiao Mi and Lu Yulan initially tacitly avoided mentioning it.
However, now that the older man is around, Lu Yulan's own shortcomings have become apparent.
With such culinary skills, trying to promote food is only fooling those interstellar netizens who don't understand food.
"That's very true. So, Xiaomi, are you going to become my mentor?"
[Yes, host, you've already managed to live a fulfilling life in interstellar space. Naturally, you need a higher level of challenge; there are different views from the top.]
Xiaomi spoke in a vague tone, and Lu Yulan took it as encouragement and didn't think much of it.
"So what will we practice first today?"
Cutting tofu pudding is probably too difficult for you, and shredded potatoes are a piece of cake, so today we'll make squirrel-shaped mandarin fish.
Lu Yulan didn't take it seriously. It didn't seem difficult at all. Cutting the fish was also very simple: first straight, then diagonal, and don't break it.
【Innocent!】
Little did Lu Yulan know that she had unknowingly revealed her true thoughts.
The scoring of this fish needs to be done just right, so that the fish meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, allowing it to absorb the sauce well. The fish bones must be removed without cutting into the belly, which would ruin the fish's appearance. You might think that master-level culinary skills are just a few simple scoring strokes, but the subsequent wok tossing, heat control, and seasonings are all indispensable, not too much or too little.
Lu Yulan silently lowered her proud head. "Xiao Mi, I was wrong."
She has fried fish herself, such as sweet and sour fish, but she always frys it too hard or too soft.
Perhaps it's also related to her knife work.
Seeing Lu Yulan's humility, Xiaomi was very pleased, realizing that all its efforts in thinking of these things had been worthwhile.
Okay, let's begin.
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