Chapter 340
A lot of milk candy was made, and Yu Sui set aside some and put it in a small silver jar for candy.
This silver jar is exquisitely crafted. It would be a waste to leave it empty after the sugar is used up, so it is just the right size to put toffee in. Unfortunately, there is no rice paper, so it will stick together easily in hot weather.
The rest were left in the cafeteria for Ashan and others to share, and remember to leave some for the cubs.
"How does it taste?" Yu Sui hadn't eaten it yet after making it. Seeing that everyone had temporarily put down their work and came over to share the candy, he felt a great sense of accomplishment and turned to Lanluos with a smile and asked.
Ashan, who was in quarantine, had already put this matter behind him and was happily chewing candy with everyone else.
Lanluos bit half a piece of candy carefully, tasted it carefully and said, "It would be better if it were a little sweeter."
Yu Sui paused. When did this guy become so restrained when eating? Did he cook something special for himself today?
It was also the first time he heard an opinion from Lanlos. In the past, no matter what he did, this guy was just responsible for praising while eating.
He took a closer look and said suspiciously, "If it's not sweet enough, you can eat it with honey. By the way, have you recovered your memory?"
This was the only reason that could explain Lanros's sudden change! Even if the recent cold war had made him less clingy, it wouldn't have completely changed his personality!
Lanlos paused and curled his fingers.
"I remember a few things, but not much."
"So that's how it is. I said that if you really recovered, you would be eager to go home." Yu Sui's doubts were finally resolved, and he patted Lanluos comfortingly.
"Don't worry, as long as you start to recover, it won't be long before you can remember everything, and then you can go home."
Lanluos didn't answer. He lowered his head and stuffed the remaining candy into his mouth, saying softly, "But I don't want to go back."
"That's because you haven't remembered it yet. When your memory returns and you think of your family, you won't say that anymore."
Yu Sui walked out with the small silver jar, and Lanlos naturally followed him. The other orcs were immersed in the soft and delicious toffee and did not notice the two leaving.
Walking out of the cafeteria, there were no other orcs around. Lanluos whispered, "Dragons are different from orcs. Our family ties are very weak. As soon as I crawled out of the eggshell, my parents kicked me out of the nest."
This fits Yu Sui's stereotype of the dragon race very well, and he couldn't help but slow down his pace. "Aren't you afraid you'll get into danger? Aren't dragon cubs precious?"
Lanluos gave a bitter laugh. "It's difficult for the dragon race to reproduce, but that's their nature. Once the cubs hatch, they'll be driven out to survive on their own. Of course, the magical beasts on Dragon Island are all food specially left by the dragons, so they won't be in danger of their lives."
He said it lightly, but Yu Sui felt pity for the little dragon trying to survive alone. Is this how all dragons grow up? No wonder they have such bad tempers.
I don’t know if it’s because his memory hasn’t fully recovered, but Lanlos doesn’t seem as unreasonable as the rumors say. It’s no exaggeration to say that he is considerate.
Yu Sui sighed for a while at the dragon clan's peculiar way of raising cubs. No wonder when Lanluos regained his memory, the first thing he thought of was the hidden treasure, not his family and friends.
Given the mentality of the dragon clan, I guess their way of being good friends is also unique.
The orc who was responsible for delivering food to the humans and orcs in the cowshed came back with an empty clay pot, still chewing something in his mouth. As he passed by, a scent of milk wafted over.
It seems that Gass is making milk tofu quite smoothly, Yu Sui thought.
With the pots of suitable size brought by Alan and other orcs, it became much easier for Gas to make milk tofu. At least he didn't have to carry a spatula that was taller than him and stir it constantly.
If Gas hadn't always been doing hard labor, he really wouldn't have been able to make his first pot of milk tofu.
Even so, Yu Sui still went to take a look at the human dormitory in the cowshed.
Seeing him coming, Gas hurried forward to greet him, and the others also lowered their heads and worked harder on their work.
Even when he saw the young chief followed by a human in unusual attire, Gass didn't dare to look any further. He said respectfully, "Master Chief, this is the milk tofu we just made. The one over there is already cold."
In order to prevent it from getting dusty, he asked someone to find clean leaves to cover the milk tofu.
Yu Sui walked forward and took a look. In just a few hours, hundreds of kilograms of milk tofu had been produced. It was obvious that these people had not been idle for a moment.
Ten kilograms of milk can only make one or two ounces of milk tofu. It is a labor-intensive job, so it was sold at a very high price in the previous life.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the completely cold food on the side. Looking at the attentive Gas in front of him, Yu Sui sighed and said, "Don't rush to make the milk tofu. The milk has already soured. At least you can continue making it after you eat. You can take turns eating it. How can you work on an empty stomach?"
No one had ever said such words to slaves. Gas and the human making milk tofu behind him were a little stunned. The noble lord wished that they didn't have to eat every day. Who would care whether they were hungry or not?
"Thank you, Chief. I have asked them to take turns eating, and I will go eat right away." Gas was so moved that he thanked him repeatedly.
Yu Sui didn't understand what was so exciting about this. It was just that the times were different and he couldn't use modern thinking to judge the people here. "Okay, then just watch them continue to do it. Not bad, they've all learned how to do it so quickly."
Making milk tofu is neither difficult nor difficult, but it requires patience to control the heat and avoid burning the pan. But it is not easy to master it so quickly. It seems that these slaves are quite capable.
He felt a little more favorable towards the Xiren Caravan. No wonder Lovett was able to hold the position of President of the Oru Empire Chamber of Commerce. He really had a way of doing business. No matter how much profit Lovett could make from it, he had to find the best of everything, which was rare.
In my previous life, the Internet was well developed and scammers had many tricks up their sleeves. Over time, there were fewer people doing business with integrity.
Regardless of what kind of person Loft was, he was a very qualified business partner. Not to mention those high-yielding cows, these capable slaves were worthy of praise.
He watched for a while. Most of the people Gas had found to make milk tofu were young men, including two women who looked to be in their thirties or forties. They were stirring the paste in the pot with nimble hands and feet.
Gas followed his gaze, his heart beating, and he guessed, "Although they are women, they work very well. They were the first to learn how to make milk tofu, so I let them stay and work."
Not knowing what the situation was like in the orc tribe, Gas knew that human countries had deep prejudices against women, and he was afraid that the chief would be angry about this.
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