Chapter 222: Chapter 223 Cold Skin Chapter 222: Chapter 223 Cold Skin He reached out his hand.

In one sentence, those who didn’t know if it was intentional, but stood according to size, obediently extended their palms.

Nian Shutong really wanted to laugh; she found the scene quite amusing.

“Are your hands clean?”

“Rubble’s body has undergone a strict disinfection process.”

“Ha Ha washed his hands.”

“Mine are very clean.”

“I didn’t play in the dirt.”

“Master Wali made me disinfect.”

“Auntie, Dou Dou washed his little hands.”

Everyone showed Nian Shutong their clean palms, prompting her to nod and say, “Just a little bit, I still have to make sesame paste.”

Holding a spoon, Nian Shutong scooped up some roasted sesame seeds and first placed them in Rubble’s palm.

At that moment, Rubble’s palm had transformed into a mirror surface without any gaps, which avoided any waste.

“Good man, put it in Ha Ha’s mouth.”

Having just scooped a spoonful, Nian Shutong complied with Ha Ha’s suggestion–otherwise, with his clumsy handling, there probably wouldn’t be many seeds left.

Ha Ha squatted down, opened his mouth as wide as possible, and looked upwards.

Nian Shutong poured the sesame seeds into Ha Ha’s mouth, not touching his lips. The seeds fell like flowing sand into either Ha Ha’s mouth or throat–he wasn’t sure either.

Next up was Fu Yunhe.

Nian Shutong felt as if she had moved from a primitive society to a civilized society because Fu Yunhe produced a small bowl.

“Don’t you have to use your hands?”

“Indeed, you don’t,” Nian Shutong said amusedly, scooping a spoonful for him.

Then it was Elder Hua’s turn. By then, Elder Hua had stretched his shirt pocket as wide as he could, urging Nian Shutong, “Put it here, put it here.”

Nian Shutong didn’t care; how they chose to carry it was their decision.

She placed a spoonful of sesame seeds into Elder Hua’s pocket, and he was especially delighted and cherished it, placing one hand on the outside of his pocket, unwilling to move it away.

“How would you like to put it?” Nian Shutong arrived in front of Ji Sisi, who pulled out a box.

This box was different from ordinary ones; it was divided into two small boxes, yet they were connected.

“Mr. Nian–”
One mention of Mr. Nian made Nian Shutong glance at Ji Sisi. But the next words made her decide to ignore her.

“Put the sesame seeds into these two small boxes. It’s best to make it even so they are symmetrical.”

Nian Shutong smiled kindly and said, “Good, go divide it yourself.”

A spoonful of sesame seeds heartlessly fell between the two boxes, a bit in each.

Ji Sisi didn’t mind Nian Shutong’s attitude and even nodded in agreement, “Mr. Nian, you’re right; I’ll handle such trivial matters.”

Ji Sisi counted the sesame seeds in her own small boxes.

Finally, it was Dou Dou’s turn.

“Auntie, haven’t you had any?”

A comment that made Nian Shutong’s already beautiful eyes and brows even more appealing, she patted Dou Dou’s head and said, “Don’t worry, I’m the boss. I can eat as much as I want.”

Dou Dou agreed with his aunt; he raised his little hands and asked, “Auntie, can I use both hands?”

“Yes.”

Dou Dou brought his hands together, holding the spoonful of sesame, and started licking it off, ending up with his face all smeared.

Nian Shutong temporarily didn’t bother with him, as long as he was eating happily.

She also said to Zhang Hui and a few others busy in the kitchen, “If you want to try, help yourselves.”

Everyone just tasted a little bit, and in the end, Nian Shutong took away the sesame to make sesame paste.

The machines in the interstellar realm were definitely advanced, even if something wasn’t available, as long as you provided Rubble with blueprints, he could make it for you in minutes.

Sesame paste is naturally oily, so when making sesame paste, Nian Shutong didn’t add any water or oil.

As the sesame seeds were slowly crushed and mixed with the oozing oil, the rich sesame paste smelled several times better than the just fried sesame seeds.

This scent made those who had just eaten the fried sesame seeds unable to stop staring at the mixer.

Nian Shutong, with a smile in her eyes, watched them, wishing she could capture this moment as it was truly precious.

“Master, the Light Computer can take photos.”

“Take photos? What is that?”

After listening to Daodao’s explanation, Nian Shutong immediately started to operate it.

Such an important feature, and she had only just found out about it.

An almost inaudible click captured the moment.

In the photo, the positions of several people were a bit offset; the smallest, Dou Dou, was in the front, his face covered in sesame seeds; Ji Sisi was behind him, still holding a small box filled with sesame seeds, with one sesame stuck symmetrically on each side of her face. Nian Shutong seriously doubted she did that on purpose.

Behind Ji Sisi was Elder Hua, seeming like a frightened child stubbornly protecting something; his waist slightly bent, hands still firmly covering his pocket, but with a sesame seed on his nose, indicating he hadn’t eaten any less.

Behind them was Fu Yunhe, who had eaten cleanly like a noble young master, though this noble seemed quite gluttonous.

For at that moment, he was holding a small bowl and a spoon, his eyes filled with desire watching the sesame paste.

Ha Ha and Rubble were at the back; this time, Ha Ha finally dribbled some saliva, a hand reaching to wipe it.

At the very back, Rubble with his large mechanical head slightly tilted, showed great interest in watching the making of the sesame paste, probably expanding his knowledge base.

Nian Shutong, satisfied with the photo, saved and archived it under Daodao’s guidance, officially starting her photography journey.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the sesame paste was finally done; this time, Nian Shutong didn’t let everyone try it. This was something that only tasted good with something else.

That evening, in the small wooden house, under Nian Shutong’s verbal guidance, they made sauce-flavored pancakes and cold skin noodles, with garlic-flavored crab and steamed fish.

At dusk, the twilight was like mist, with changing clouds.

People from the fields came back to the small wooden house in twos and threes, chatting leisurely, tired but spirited.

Everyone washed off the dust, took their own bowls and chopsticks, and lined up for food.

Refreshing and chewy cold skin noodles, with strips of cucumber, a bit of garlic water, and a spoonful of sesame paste stirred together.

“Mmm–delicious!”

“Having this is wonderful.”

“I’ve never eaten this before.”

“Boss is really something.”

“Exactly, following Boss, I’ve eaten many things I never had before.”

“Now this is called living, feels like there’s something to look forward to.”

“That’s right, Boss even set up a school for our kids.”

Everyone ate and drank, talking, all praising Nian Shutong; these were truly the most relaxed days of their lives.

Here, they didn’t need to set times to rummage through garbage, avoid the landfill overlords, or struggle so hard just to survive.

Farming was just pure physical exhaustion, an exhaustion that was somewhat alleviated by the generally good health of interstellar people, giving everyone immense psychological satisfaction.

These were days they had never lived before–work at sunrise, rest at sunset.

Simple yet extraordinary.