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Upon returning, Sangye first asked Du Yuan for the herb seeds she had treasured.
Du Yuan gave generously but still felt a pang of regret, and gave Sangye a few more instructions: "After you grow the seed in your cave, remember to select some of the best seeds and store them away, just in case."
Sangye naturally agreed. There was no reason not to return the seeds he had obtained from his master.
Moreover, she not only returned the seeds, but also shared the profits with Du Yuan.
She and Du Yuan are mother and daughter, and Du Yuan will not live separately from her in the future.
Even so, given Du Yuan's carefree and unrestrained nature, she could easily get herself into trouble when she goes out to play. Since she has money and is a guide, things will be easier for her.
Besides common herb seeds, Du Yuan also preserved a lot of spiritual herb seeds. Sangye cultivated them in a separate plot of land under the paulownia tree, and also built a thin fence around it to prevent other plants from growing over.
These medicinal herbs are extremely delicate. Even when nurtured in his own grotto, Sangye cannot guarantee that the finished product will be as effective as it should be. A little rain, a little sunlight, or even the plants growing around them can affect their growth; they are more precious and fragile than people.
That's not all. What's most ironic is that the carefully cultivated spiritual herbs don't turn out as expected, while those that grow on cliffs and in treacherous ravines, enduring the elements, thrive and are surrounded by spiritual energy, making them incredibly valuable.
After the herbs are planted, the first batch can be harvested around the evening of the following day. At that time, select the best parent plants and keep the seeds; the rest will be processed and stored.
The availability of medicinal herbs is unpredictable; Sangye needs to check their condition daily.
After processing the herbs, Sangye had a thought, and all the planted fruits and vegetables were harvested and stored in her storage ring.
The spirit body floated swiftly, and Sangye arrived at the seaside.
The sycamore tree branches out several of its own branches by the sea, specifically for extracting salt.
Coarse salt is directly put into the storage ring. Later, when the salt is refined, other ingredients are added to it to make iodized salt, low-sodium salt, etc.
Furthermore, it can be mixed with different seasonings to become black pepper salt, garlic salt, and onion salt, making it convenient to create different flavor combinations and easy to use in daily life.
In addition to these, in ancient times, salt produced in different regions had different flavors.
For example, Hawaiian volcanic red salt, mixed with red volcanic mud, has a crystal-clear texture and is suitable for mixing with grilled meat; while black salt is extracted from Hawaiian waters and has a caramel-like sweetness, making it perfect for neutralizing strong flavors in food.
For example, Persian blue salt, produced in salt mines in the Middle East, is said to have a strong aroma and a violet fragrance when tasted, making it very suitable for pairing with seafood.
...too numerous to mention.
Sangye told the Wutong Tree about these detailed descriptions of the original ingredients and place of origin in ancient times, and even the geographical factors that formed them, in an attempt to force out her potential and allow her to grow within the cave.
Sangye is quite obsessed with food, especially now that she knows about the cuisines of different countries. If she weren't so busy and had so little time after arriving on Black Tower Star, she would definitely try them all.
In the grotto, the phoenix tree is omnipotent.
It is limited only by the master's cognition and mental strength, somewhat like a "conceptual god".
As long as Sangye has enough ability, the Wutong Tree can open up mountains and dig seas in an instant, and can also conduct experiments on moving mountains and creating seas without any cost, creating the landform that Sangye wants.
Upon hearing Sangye's request, the newly grown bark on the trunk of the sycamore tree huddled together, much like the furrowed brow of someone in distress.
The branches and leaves rustled, and she refused to speak to Sangye.
But Sangye wasn't easily fooled. She patted the tree trunk and said, "Tongtong, I believe you!"
The next second, the sycamore tree threw her out.
Sangye left the cave and his spirit returned to his body.
Influenced by Lin Changli, the first thing she did when she got home every day was to take a shower to wash away the dust and fatigue she had brought back from outside.
Since she got home early today, Sangye took a bath.
The master suite bathroom features a large bathtub with built-in heating to maintain a constant temperature.
Sangye leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her hair pulled back on top of her head with a shower cap, and a glass of cola with half the ice cubes melted beside her. Lin Changli had just been there, saw her in the mental image, and left without disturbing her, simply placing a drink to replenish her energy.
Sangye did not return to the cave, but spoke to the phoenix tree: "You can throw me out if you want, but remember to harvest all the chickens, ducks, seafood, cattle and sheep you raise."
The sycamore tree was still processing its geographical knowledge and didn't bother with her.
After soaking for too long, Sangye was still a little exhausted. She slowly stood up and moved around, then drank a sip of cola, feeling her strength gradually returning.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Lin Changli was standing next to Du Yuan, preparing the dishes with her.
Neatly arranged beside them were cleaned chicken pieces marinated with black pepper, eggs, and a mixture of scallions, ginger, and garlic.
Cut the tenderest parts of the chicken, such as the thigh and wing meat, into chunks, while cut the tougher parts into small cubes and separate the muscle fibers. Marinate them in the same way.
"Sang Sang," Du Yuan smiled broadly when she saw Sangye coming over, "Are you hungry? I just baked some cookies, why don't you go and have some?"
A cookie was placed in front of Wu Jia Ning. She ate the cookie while watching cartoons on her tablet. Her chubby cheeks puffed up, making little chuckles like a pig.
Du Yuan is very good at raising children. When she was in Shifangwu, she strongly encouraged the children to eat more meat, eggs and milk, so that they could accumulate more energy when they were young and grow tall and strong.
Moreover, her nutritional intake is much more balanced than Sangye's. Sangye is a bit picky and subconsciously cooks what she likes to eat; but Du Yuan always has high-protein meat, vegetables and fruits at every meal, and either juice or milk after meals.
Every time Sangye returned to base, he would find that Wu Jianing had not only grown taller but also stronger. Her flesh was no longer loose and flabby, but firm and powerful; she could punch a robot with one blow. The Great Demon King was already taking shape.
Sangye picked up a matcha-flavored cookie and popped it into his mouth. He patted Wujia Ning's fluffy head and took out the pasta he had made last time from the warehouse.
The process of making pasta is essentially no different from that of other noodles.
The difference lies in the raw materials. Durum wheat flour is harder than anything Sangye had ever known before, and it also has higher gluten content, density, and protein content.
As a result, the pasta made from this pasta is very resistant to overcooking, has a chewier texture, absorbs water well, and is more filling.
Pasta made solely with durum wheat and eggs will be golden yellow, while pasta with spinach juice will turn green; pasta with pumpkin or corn will be a deep yellow. The flavor will also change accordingly.
Because of this characteristic, pasta can be made into many shapes: tubular pasta, farfalle, fusilli, spiral pasta, macaroni, lasagna...
Different shapes lead to different textures, and the contact surface with the soup will also change, thus altering the degree of flavor absorption.
The noodles that Sangye cut by hand were wide and not as aesthetically pleasing as those made by machine, so she handed them over to a processing plant that could produce all the shapes.
After finishing this, Sangye knew whether he could also hand it over to Jiang Siwei for sale.
She peeked over and saw that Lin Changli had already chopped minced pork, tomatoes, and onions.
Heat oil, add tomatoes and onions and stir-fry until cooked. Then add tomato sauce to enhance the flavor, making it more sweet and sour. Next, add minced pork and stir-fry until the minced pork turns white and is evenly coated with a thick layer of tomato sauce. Add salt, black pepper, and a little rosemary for seasoning. The meat sauce is now ready.
Sangye divided the pasta into two pots, added a lot of water, and stewed the farfalle pasta and straight pasta separately. Then, he added two large spoonfuls of salt to each pot and cooked them together. In the words of the ancients, it was as if "you need to add as much salt as the sea to cook the pasta properly."
Nine minutes after the timer was set, Kuwano began to prepare the marinated chicken.
Heat a frying pan, add two pieces of butter and let them melt slowly. The chicken will be more fragrant when fried with butter.
Heat the oil slightly, then reduce the heat to low. Place the chicken in the oil and pan-fry over low heat until golden brown on one side. Flip the chicken and fry until golden brown on the other side. Once all the chicken is cooked, drain off any excess oil. Too much oil will cause the milk to be covered in grease and become too greasy, affecting the taste.
The pot needs to be washed clean. If you use a pot that has been used to stir-fry meat to cook other dishes without washing it clean, a lot of black shavings will appear.
Another method involves using butter, adding chopped mushrooms and onions, sautéing them, adding a touch of white wine for flavor, then adding chicken cutlets, covering the pot and simmering for 20 minutes.
Once this is done, the pasta will also be cooked.
Even after cooking for almost ten minutes, the pasta was still very chewy, and it would bounce twice when picked up with chopsticks.
This is something that regular wheat flour can't do; if you cook it for that long, it will have long since turned into a mushy mess.
The cooked pasta is stir-fried with the meat sauce, the sauce is evenly distributed in every corner, coating every strand of pasta, and the sweet, sour and salty flavor of the meat sauce is blended into the pasta.
The stir-frying is left to Lin Changli.
Kuwano returned, uncovered the pot, poured in a bowl of light cream, and simmered it together.
At this stage, you can turn up the heat to reduce the sauce until it reaches the desired consistency.
If you can handle spicy food, you can also make spicy cream stewed chicken; just add a little chili sauce.
Sangye has two people here who can't handle spicy food very well, so she plans to cook something special for herself later.
Five minutes later, the spaghetti bolognese and creamy chicken stew were ready.
Instead of using a robot, Du Yuan, who dotes on the child, made Wu Jianing sit still while she placed a large porcelain bowl on the dining table.
Wu Jianing obediently set out the bowls, chopsticks, knives, and forks for everyone.
After everyone sat down, Wu Jia Ning was the first to fork up a piece of creamy chicken and eagerly stuff it into her mouth.
"Mmm, mmm." She opened her eyes wide and nodded repeatedly, finding it delicious.
The cream effectively neutralizes the flavor. The chicken is already very tender, and after being cooked with the cream, it becomes even smoother. The black pepper adds flavor and constantly reminds everyone of its strong presence.
Not only the chicken, but the onions, when fried with onions, lose their pungent taste and become crisp and delicious.
The mushrooms are tender, with a little creamy broth gathered under their small caps. Take a bite and swallow them with the broth, and you'll be filled with their bursting aroma as you chew.
As Kuwano had predicted, the pasta was exceptionally chewy and more filling than regular noodles.
Lin Changli's skills were superb; the meat sauce he made was perfectly seasoned—of course, he would definitely add a lot of tomato sauce—and although it was a bit sweet, it was just right when combined with the spaghetti that had been cooked with a lot of salt.
The adults were eating straight noodles; their teeth were mature enough that they had no trouble handling pasta.
Wu Jia Ning was served butterfly noodles. The child noticed that her food was different from the others, and even took a bite from Sangye's plate.
She tried to eat a long pasta like she usually does, but as she slurped it up as usual, she found that the pasta bounced up with a thud, and the meat sauce splattered onto her clothes.
Their adorable appearance makes people smile.
Du Yuan gently wiped the debris off her face and body.
Wu Jia Ning turned to the butterfly-shaped pasta.
This shape of pasta was invented to coax children into eating.
Interesting shapes can pique children's interest in eating, help them concentrate better, and make eating another form of play.
Parents all over the world are the same when it comes to spoiling their children.
While eating, Sangye was already thinking about how to categorize and pack the pasta.
Now she's exporting more and more semi-finished products, and she's always been using the Jiang family's brand name as the trademark. Of course, Sangye hadn't thought about applying for a trademark before, but after learning a little about the complexity and twists and turns of the process, she gave up in the short term.
But she was determined to get the trademark on; at the very least, she wanted to be listed alongside the Jiang family as a raw material supplier on the packaging. After all, the Jiang family were distributors, and Jiang Siwei probably wouldn't refuse this request.
She plans to create a trademark for a spiritual sycamore tree, a sycamore tree with a dense canopy like a banyan tree, but more slender and elongated.
To apply for a trademark, you need to have real products and stable production volume.
Submitting the product catalog for cooperation and the production capacity of the processing plant should suffice.
The remaining materials were her personal information and a registration fee.
Sangye's mind raced with calculations.
Once the trademark was registered, Sangye put the production of pasta packaging on the agenda. Pasta is also a semi-finished product that is easy to preserve and transport, but it is also fragile.
Pasta of various shapes can be categorized, packaged, and registered. Once they are on the shelves in stores, it will be clear which type sells best in different regions.
Of course, Sangye believed that Jiang Siwei would do a better job in basic information gathering than she would. After all, everyone has their own expertise, and Jiang Siwei would definitely do her best to make the big profit.
As for the procurement business model that Melusin had mentioned to her a few hours earlier, Sangye was equally interested.
If he could continue to cooperate with Jiang Siwei, Sangye would naturally not sever the cooperative relationship on his own initiative.
However, if it can bring in new partners and open up procurement opportunities, Kuwano will not refuse.
Moreover, large-scale procurement, especially in schools and the military, is very profitable. Other places may cut budgets for various procurements or even stop procurement altogether due to tighter finances or other reasons.
However, these two places would never skimp on supplies.
When the opportunity arises later, Kuwano will naturally extend an olive branch to Melusin.
Lin Changli's cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was also obedient. Even though Du Yuan disliked him for many reasons, he remained calm and unpretentious. Moreover, Du Yuan could never stop Sang Ye.
As a result, Du Yuan found him much more agreeable over the past few months and no longer glared at him with disdain.
However, neither of them dared to be too presumptuous in front of her.
As they walked towards the west building after dinner, Du Yuan led Wu Jianing, who was rubbing her sleepy eyes, while Sangye and Lin Changli lagged behind.
Lin Changli asked in a very low voice, "Want to go to the hot springs together?"
His gentle features and long eyelashes swept across Sangye's face, bringing a surge of heat.
Sangye's eyes lit up, and he nodded.
Even though the courtyard was long, it was still only this short. Du Yuan was a guide who was close to S-level, so she heard clearly. She turned around abruptly and glared at the two of them.
Sangye and Lin Changli quickly separated, even keeping a little distance between them, and walked side by side toward the West Building as if they were strangers.
*
The next day, in a ward on the top floor of the hospital.
Du Yuan, accompanied by Wu Jia Ning, brought today's postpartum meal: pan-fried salmon, pigeon soup, and shrimp and corn.
She could have easily left it to the robot instead of doing it herself.
It wasn't because of the current CEO; it was purely out of love for infants and toddlers.
Kuwano followed along, thinking she might as well go find Melusin.
"Why can't I be discharged yet? It's already the second day." As soon as I entered the ward, I heard Aso Mente complaining to the doctor.
She stood in the center of the ward, looking energetic and speaking loudly. Her figure had returned to its pre-pregnancy state, with little change, and she had already changed into regular clothes.
Jiang Sili and Ms. Sophia each held a child.
The doctor was somewhat exasperated. She flipped through the test results: "Executor, your physical data is recovering quickly, but your mental indicators aren't doing so well. Look—" She pointed to one of the data points, "The process of your mental body repairing your physical body consumes mental energy, and you're making her repair her figure and burn fat—even guides don't consume mental energy like that. Besides, the two ladies already absorbed a lot of mental energy from you at birth to build their own mental constructs..."
Through the doctor's rambling explanation, Sangye finally understood.
In short, Aso Mente, relying on her S-class status, recklessly used her mental energy to repair her body damaged by pregnancy, completely disregarding the fact that most of it had already been absorbed by the two children.
Her mental imagery and mental body couldn't keep up with the production of mental energy, so the doctors refused to discharge her from the hospital.
A guide can help to calm the mind and soothe the spiritual body, thereby rapidly generating spiritual power, but ultimately the spiritual body still has to make its own efforts.
However, the Gu Diao now refuses to make any effort; she stretches out her wings and goes straight to sleep.
Hearing this, Sangye couldn't help but sigh. Even in the interstellar era, when childbirth is no longer dangerous or difficult, women will still suffer more than men.
The good thing is that the fruits of reproduction will no longer be shared for free.
Aso Mente named his two daughters Callista and Eleanor Mente.
"In short, you cannot be discharged now. You can only be discharged after you pass the tests." The doctor turned off the tablet, hung the medical record on the door, and then ran out the door in a flash.
Aso Ment turned to look at Jiang Sili, who blinked innocently.
Wu Jianing couldn't understand the subtle nuances between adults, so she moved closer to Ms. Sophia. Sophia smiled, bent down, and handed her Eleanor, whom she was holding.
Wu Jianing rarely saw children younger than herself, so she pinched their hands and feet, and almost pinched their faces, finding it all very novel.
Sangye didn't linger. After leaving, she knocked on the door of the Melusin luxury suite.
It took many knocks to wake Melusin, and the Pixiu's tail hooked onto the doorknob to open the door.
Melusin's ward was different from everyone else's, as if she were still on the capital planet. Facing her was a seven-fold screen, embroidered on both sides. One side was a cute golden Pixiu, and the other side was a green money snake with interlocking rings like copper coins, coiled on a giant horizontal tree with smooth lines on its scales.
Behind the screen was a huge four-poster bed. Melusin was nestled among a pile of pillows, wearing layers of soft nightgowns, her blonde hair spread out, making her look more like a doll. Her eyes were only half open: "What's wrong? Why did you come to see me so early?"
She patted the spot next to her.
“I thought about that matter you mentioned yesterday, and I think we can cooperate.” Sangye walked to the bedside.
Melusin was used to being free and easy, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it or that it was impolite. On the contrary, only close people could approach her when she was sleeping, and she wouldn't allow others to.
The shrunken Pixiu lay beside her pillow, its tail, which had just stretched out, now retracted.
Hearing this, Melusin finally came to her senses. She moved her head to a higher pillow and lay down to look at Sangye, who was standing ramrod straight: "Sit down, don't stand, I feel so pressured."
Sangye didn't believe her nonsense, but he had no choice but to sit down.
Noticing Kuwano's gaze as she looked at the double-sided embroidered screen, Melusin said, "The side facing the door is my spiritual form, the Pixiu, and the side facing us is my mother's spiritual form, the Money Snake. My doctor said that I loved playing with the Money Snake when I was little, so this side is made from the scales shed by the Money Snake."
Kuwano then realized that the lifelike scales were actually genuine.
“Then I’ll send an email to my sister—she’s a workaholic and I can’t reach her by phone—I bet as soon as she hears about this great opportunity, she’ll be itching to bring her team to Black Tower. What about the revenue sharing? Do you agree?” Melusin propped her head up, like a doll full of clever ideas.
Sangye nodded: "Show me the contract after you've drafted it. If I think it's okay, I'll sign it. As for their procedures and documents for coming to Black Tower Star, you'll handle those yourselves, including with the executive officer."
Melusin smiled happily, and now she was wide awake.
“I’ll give you five herbs first, along with the seeds and the surviving plants. Whether they can be used for scientific research and become variants that can grow on other planets is beyond my consideration. Moreover, I can’t guarantee the final effectiveness of the research results.” Sangye leaned closer to Melushin, giving her a heads-up first, “I judge that the effect will most likely be less than what I can grow, maybe even less than one-tenth of what I can achieve. After all, I don’t understand science; I just have special mental abilities.”
What he said was rather irritating.
Melusine almost lost her smile.
"There's another thing I'd like to ask you for help with," Kuwano gestured to the terminal.
Melusin pulled it out from under her pillow and opened Sangye's message box.
Sangye sent her a colored hand-drawn picture: a dark green sycamore tree swaying in the wind, with a huge canopy and a red rope wrapped around its trunk.
The painting style is exquisite and lifelike, as if you could see the sycamore tree with your own eyes.
The painter possesses considerable skill. The colors are rich and deep, like an oil painting, creating a strong visual impact.
It was just a tree, but it felt strangely familiar to Melusin, as if she had seen this style of painting somewhere before.
"I want to apply for a trademark; I'll need it later. You're in charge of finance and internal affairs, so you should know exactly what to do." Sangye blinked, asking for a favor but still acting self-righteous.
Melusin had never been in charge of such a small matter before, and for a moment she really couldn't figure it out: "Wait for me to check and see what information I need."
Sangye, anticipating that Melusin wouldn't refuse, smiled and said, "Thanks."
Then he got up and left.
After Meluxin found out the necessary documents and certification information for trademark registration, she packed a copy and sent it to Sangye.
The person she asked was none other than Qiu Linghua, who frequently needed to register cultural relics as trademarks as a protective measure to prevent their commercial misuse. Qiu Linghua had a close relationship with her sister and was willing to run errands for her, doing things that her own people trusted most.
But when Qiu Linghua was mentioned, Melucin suddenly remembered why the style of the Kuwano trademark felt so familiar to her!
That's exactly the style of the portraits of the emperor and his mother hanging in the museum!
The lines and outlines are remarkably similar.
Although still life and portrait painting are completely different, a person's style, once established, will not easily change and often accompanies them throughout their life.
It's said to be the work of a contemporary master who doesn't show his face to the public. Kuwano is quite something, managing to get this person to design the logo.
So Melusin casually asked: How much did it cost to paint this logo? How did you get in touch with the artist?
After a while, Sangye replied: It didn't cost any money. Lin Changli drew it. Do you want one drawn too? I'll ask him to draw one for you.
Melusine: No need, it was my presumption.
She quickly shut down the terminal, quickly forgot about it, lay back, and went back to sleep.
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Author's Note: Melusin: Don't mention it, I'm going to sleep.
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