Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1724 Products
"But the shop at the entrance doesn't sell fried dough sticks anymore."

"So what do they sell?"

"Fried bread."

"Fried bread???" Zhu Xianxi's pupils dilated in shock.

What is fried bread? Is it bread that's been fried in oil?

"Yes, they took bread from the bakery next door and then deep-fried it."

"Good heavens!" Zhu Xianxi was stunned for a moment. "This is possible? What about the automata?"

"Yes, they don't care. Eat as much as you want, take as much as you want. As long as you don't waste it. If you waste it, you won't get any more. And as long as you don't waste it, even if you take their bread to do other business, like frying it and selling it, they don't care."

"I see."

This matter surprised Zhu Xianxi somewhat.

It's one thing to eat it yourself, but it's quite another to let others use it for commercial purposes or to buy it from here.

"Um"

He carefully tasted the bread that was brought to his mouth.

That wasn't ordinary bread. It seemed that after studying the tastes of the citizens of Yingtian, the automatons had launched a new product—banana bread.

The whole bread is shaped like a banana and tastes like a banana.

Achieving this function using those reaction vessels isn't difficult. Just add more sugar. It's the banana aroma that seems to have taken some effort. If I'm not mistaken, the most difficult part of the whole bread to achieve is actually the banana flavor.

Because the composition of sugar is fixed. Creating the aroma of bananas requires complex processes. These robots can complete this task in a short time, demonstrating remarkable efficiency—their ability to optimize production lines is astonishing.

Shangluo also noticed these things at the entrance of the Grand Palace.

The first thing he noticed was the fried bread from the wonton stall next door.

"It really is fried bread."

Shangluo bought a piece in front of the wonton stall—this wasn't an ordinary wonton stall, so it was open all day, only closing after dinner time. After all, there were plenty of people who wanted to eat wontons at night.

The bread in Shangluo's hand is deep-fried bread.

The bread was brown, with a crust similar in color to roast duck, and looked like a fried banana. Taking a bite, it wasn't the oily mess you'd expect—because fried bread is somewhere between a flatbread and a loaf, the kind Shangluo brought to Zhu Xianxi.

The automated machine wasn't just distributing the improved, sweetened bread; this original Roman staple bread was also on the list. The wonton shop was also buying this kind.

"It really does look like a fried dough stick."

To be precise, it's more like a mixture of fried dough sticks and fried bread slices.

This is because the bread itself is not very fluffy or soft. After frying, a crispy crust quickly forms on the outside, preventing the hot oil from fully penetrating the inside of the bread. After removing it from the oil and draining it, you get fried bread.

This fried bread has a very dense texture, with a crispy outer shell and a thick inner layer. No wonder this wonton shop replaced the fried dough sticks with this; it really tastes good.

This is mainly thanks to the skill of the automated machines—they are impeccable on the bread, and the frying process adds even more flavor.

Meanwhile, the automaton next door was already waiting nearby. The Chef himself had arrived—the Chef's consciousness was omnipresent, but as long as Shang Luo was here, his physical form would attach itself to the nearest automaton and descend to the side.

He stood eagerly to the side, awaiting Shangluo's evaluation. Recently, the automatons had been following Shangluo's orders, doing what Shangluo wanted them to do.

The collaboration with the breakfast stall next door was also part of the chef's plan—the chef, like an automaton, has unlimited computing power, and even such trivial matters are carried out under his own arrangement.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if this suits your taste?"

"Very good. It's great both before and after frying. By the way, can you supply to other businesses now?"

"We are willing to do anything to make things convenient for people. Whether it's eating it directly or buying it and processing it, it all aligns with our mission."

"I have a question—I saw you also have banana bread? How do you make it? Did you buy banana-flavored spices?"

Shangluo thought it was more likely that they would buy spices separately. After all, the composition of spices is too complex, so buying spices separately makes more sense.

"No, we made it ourselves."

"You guys...you really do have principles."

This surprised Shangluo, but it was also understandable—because the machine didn't have any money.

Automata run a business with no costs: they use perpetual motion machines as their energy source, and bread is carbohydrates. Carbon can be obtained from the air, and water is everywhere. When energy is plentiful, they only need to absorb this ubiquitous carbon and water from the environment to synthesize flour, which is then baked into bread.

The rest are simply the synthesis of some sugars and flavor compounds.

They never touch money after making the bread. In fact, the vehicles they use to transport the bread are powered by alcohol.

This is a closed-loop ecosystem; it requires neither charging nor spending money.

How do you make this spice?

"We've dispatched a ship specifically for synthesizing flavorings to handle this. By the way, we've also opened a new kvass production line, using bread to brew the beverage. Would you like to try some?"

"We don't need it for now, but wow, are you going to supply the whole thing?"

“Serving humanity is our mission. It has been that way from the beginning,” the chef replied. “If you have any additional work to do, we can take it on as well. But until you give us new orders, we, as loyal servants, will only make bread within the framework of your commands.”

"I have a big job for you—to forge a divine artifact. Can you do it?"

This order surprised even the head chef.

"A divine artifact. In other words, you are finally going to assign us a real mission."

"Didn't we ask you to build a space station before?"

“That’s not our true mission,” the chef said solemnly. “Automata were created to forge divine artifacts; that’s the fundamental reason the God of Forging invented them. And now, you’ve finally allowed us to carry out this final command. If you want us to do this, we certainly won’t let you down—we can forge any divine artifact for you, anything.”

"Including Zeus's spear?"

"Yes, including the divine artifacts of the god-king who symbolizes his dominion—but you'll need to provide the materials first."

(End of this chapter)