Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 7568 Boiling Hot

The millet mice were so busy that they sat on the ground with pot lids in their hands, looking a little dizzy.

Wei Kun and the others: "......"

Luo Bi laughed and said, "Don't underestimate cooking millet porridge; it's not easy to make."

It's inevitable that the pot will boil. It's not like she's never cooked porridge before. Most porridge boils over. Even now, if she doesn't keep an eye on it while cooking porridge, it will still boil over. Let alone a novice like her.

"Are you still going to stay up?" Luo Bi asked, suppressing a smile.

She didn't rush her.

Millet rats are clever little rats, how could they possibly boil away the whole pot of porridge while humans are cooking it perfectly? The millet rats were not convinced, so they got up and continued cooking the porridge.

A group of millet rats, about fifty in number, were summoned.

Luo Bi: "..."

"Does anyone have a pot?" Robbie asked, then said, "I don't have enough pots."

“I have it, I have it.” Wei Ying activated her storage bracelet and took out a pot with handles.

Talented people like to follow trends and compare themselves to others. They always buy these small pots when they go on missions to show that they live a refined life. Now they come in handy. Wei Niao also has a pot, a medium size, which is bigger than Wei Niao's small pot.

"I'm going to find Li Feng." Jiang Yixin also took out a few pots and ran off to find Feng Ling, Qin Yilang, and Li Feng.

Wei Kuang was in charge of distributing pots to the sorghum rats. Each sorghum rat had its own pot, some large and some small. Luo Bi bought small pots, while Wei Kuang and Jiang Yixin, except for Wei Niao, all used medium-sized pots.

Jiang Yixin quickly asked Li Feng for more than twenty pots, which, together with these, was almost enough. After Li Feng found out what was going on, he gave her medium and small pots. Feng Ling and Qin Yilang also gave her a few.

Li Feng and Feng Ling had the most pots in their storage rings. Li Feng did so because he loved to cook, while Feng Ling did so because he was considering Luo Bi's needs and pampered her with fine food. Feng Ling took great care of Luo Bi's food and daily necessities.

See, this has come in handy.

More than sixty millet rats moved stones and made a stove.

Luo Bi didn't mind cooking another pot of millet porridge. The newly arrived millet rats saw this and joined the dozen or so millet rats who had been there before, adding water to the pot and starting a fire. Luo Bi gave them a bag of millet flour and told them to scoop it themselves.

The little mouse was very careful, measuring and measuring again before scooping out about the same amount as Luo Bi. It added water, stirred it, and poured it into the pot. With a sizzle, the little mouse shuddered in fright, and the pot boiled over again.

It's bubbling and boiling vigorously.

"Oh my god." Jiang Yixin sighed, speechless.

Wei Kuang blinked: "That little rat doesn't learn its lesson."

Wei Ying: "Ouch!"

She was so anxious; she would give guidance to anyone who wasn't a millet rat.

They can't even cook a pot of porridge properly, and the people watching are getting anxious. If they didn't have patience, they would definitely go over and teach them step by step, and they would all become porridge-making master chefs.

"You're so stupid." Wei Tu kicked her leg.

The little mouse understood, and was sweating profusely with anxiety. It couldn't give up, so it took the pot lid and tried to put it on to suppress the boiling porridge. But it overflowed whether it was covered or uncovered.

It just boils uncontrollably.

The pot was smashed, boiled clean, and the millet rats summoned another group of millet rats. All the millet rats together numbered about a hundred. There weren't enough pots, so Jiang Yixin went to the Zhuoxing safe zone and bought over a thousand pots in one go.

The millet rats were given their pots and moved stones to prepare the stove.

The cooking of porridge caused quite a stir. One by one, the little mice grabbed the pot lids and busied themselves, putting them on, taking them off, pressing the lids down, and just keeping it boiling. Jiang Yixin was rubbing her hands together, eager to get started.

"Use a low flame," Jiang Yixin finally couldn't help but suggest.

The millet mouse heeded the advice and used a low flame, bringing the pot to a boil, but the lid couldn't be put on. (End of Chapter)