Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 7571 Deceiving the Millet Rat

Jiang Yixin understood. She left, but the others were still anxious and upset with Shushu, especially Li Feng. Imagine, a chef like him couldn't even cook a pot of porridge. How embarrassing!

Luo Bi also called the millet rat "idiot".

The millet was stunned. It instinctively wanted to curse back, but then it realized that the others were doing a good job, while the millet didn't know how. So, the group of millet didn't curse. Instead, they took the cooking spoons and cooked even more diligently.

Feng Ling and Qin Yilang watched this amazing scene, completely off-topic. They were fighting last time, and now they're playing together again. Shushu is both a playful but terrible player.

But it's no use if you disagree; the little rats just fall for it.

It's a case of one person willing to hit and the other willing to be hit!

Feng Ling pondered for a moment and said to Qin Yilang, "It's not good for other hunting teams and mercenary groups to see this. You should ask Wei Tuo and Wei Ying to patrol. There are too many millet rats here. I don't trust Luo Bi. I'll keep an eye on things here."

Qin Yilang nodded and called Wei Tuo and Wei Ying over.

These two have low combat power, so they can be called up to be soldiers. Just like Feng Ling said, they have to patrol the surroundings to see if any teams are coming. This cooking scene is just to fool the little rat.

If both hunting parties and mercenary groups use this tactic, how will Robbie be able to fool the glutton?

"That's good enough." Qin Yilang said before leaving, "After we ask the millet for some millet, we'll leave and keep letting the millet cook porridge. If it can't cook it, it loses. Just ask for the millet directly."

What's the point of continuing this dragging on?

Qin Yilang glanced at Wei Kuang and Li Feng in the group of millet rats. Could they really be planning to teach the millet rats how to cook porridge before giving up? They hadn't eaten, yet they all looked like they were stuffed.

Luo Bi, on the other hand, seemed completely detached from the situation.

The millet shrimp couldn't cook the porridge well, but Luo Bi didn't urge her, and she wasn't in a hurry either.

Feng Ling turned her head and glanced at Luo Bi: "No rush."

Qin Yilang: "..."

Thinking that he had already obtained a handful of millet, Qin Yilang sighed softly and went on patrol with Wei Tuo and Wei Ying.

Looking at the millet rats cooking, those with pots and stoves are busy simmering porridge, while those without pots and stoves watch from the sidelines, each one looking adorably dazed, as if they can't understand what's going on even if they're trying.

How did Luo Bi come up with this trick to fool the millet? Sigh, when we worked at the apothecary, we liked to chat when we had nothing to do, processing spiritual plants while talking about interesting things.

One of my colleagues talked about cooking porridge at home.

My colleague used a spoon to scoop some millet flour that we had just bought to make porridge. As a result, it boiled so much in the pot that the lid couldn't be put on.

The more you stir it, the more it boils, and you can't even put the lid on.

My colleague is quite clever, not stupid at all, but this time he was dumbfounded.

Later I found out that they had taken the wrong ones. Millet flour and bean flour look similar in color, and you can't tell the difference unless you look closely. My colleague took bean flour, so no wonder the pot boiled so much that the lid couldn't be put on.

Everyone was laughing hysterically.

See? Luo Bi's brain works really well; it's coming in handy now.

It's easy to fool the millet rat, isn't it? Just cook it. Even a millet rat could never figure out how to make a pot of porridge in its entire life. Luo Bi wanted millet, and she was confident in her plan, so she wasn't flustered or in a hurry.

Besides, Luo Bi has plenty of free time.

With a handful of millet, all that's left is to play with the millet mouse.

The pot of porridge had the millet rats really worried! Any millet rat with a pot and a stove was now scrambling to keep its fur fluffing up, wiping sweat from its tiny paws repeatedly. The millet rat clan was in trouble. (End of Chapter)