Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

This is also without electricity, if there is electricity.

Put the rice cooker directly on your own, set the timing and temperature, and you still need to worry about it yourself.

Or technology changes life.

Zhao Ke looked at the burning stove at this time, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, whether he wanted to buy a generator or something.

Thinking about it, Zhao Ke scratched his head. Sure enough, the decoration of his new home still has a long way to go.

Zhao Ke arranged all the medicines he needed in order.

As the fire in the steamer in front of him was getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Ke put the medicine into the steamer and began to heat the medicine.

I started to knead the dough myself.

Prepare steamed buns.

Since, back then, the nameless Taoist created the Sheyuan Hand to turn alchemy into cooking.

Why did I go against the original intention of Sheyuanshou and go against the grain.

Besides, one is chemical engineering with no experience at all.

The other is something I am so familiar with that I can do it with my eyes closed, food engineering.

It's not that Zhao Ke's brain is squeezed by the door, only a fool would choose the former.

Regarding Zhao Ke's actions, Sambar was deeply skeptical.

But since Zhao Ke said so, he didn't dare to object, so he could only be obedient.

After all, living is the last word.

While making faces.

From time to time, Zhao Ke dipped his hand into the steamer, and began to extract the essence of the medicine into the noodles according to the way Sambar said.

The whole process was simpler than Sambar had expected.

Zhao Ke's camera source hand is now fully used, and the real magic begins to appear.

I saw the dough change from red to purple, from purple to green, and the medicinal properties began to blend with Zhao Ke's kneading.

In the process of waking up.

Zhao Ke began to add some mild medicinal essences, such as ginseng essence, stone milk essence, pure gold, black pearl...

Let the medicinal effect accompany the dough, start the fermentation process, and then make the medicinal effect begin to be further harmonized.

Zhao Ke kept watching this process with his golden pupils, for fear of any accidents.

This is related to whether I can earn enough postage points in the future.

Whether it's devouring stamps, or adding aura to Da Xia Ding.

And meet the consumption of the next horror space.

Without enough postal points, I am destined to be unable to move an inch.

With the growth of strength, Zhao Ke has felt more and more pressure from the post office.

Whether it's the meat ghost or Yang Laohei.

These mid-level postmen once forced themselves to use up all their cards and exhausted their means.

And Zhao Ke has a feeling that they are just some of the lowest-level postmen among the middle-level postmen.

To be able to truly become an intermediate postman is still a long way from being a master who dominates the world.

This invisible sense of oppression made Zhao Ke desperately want to make money and quickly improve his strength after earning enough postage points.

At least in the shortest possible time, all the silver stamps in his hand must be fused.

In the process of waking up.

A faint sweet fragrance overflowed from the noodles.

Under the golden pupil, it seems that the properties of the medicine after fermentation have begun to produce qualitative changes.

become more intense.

And the dough was covered with a layer of faint golden color.

It seems that as the fermentation time prolongs, the medicinal properties wrapped inside seem to start to expand.

Just like a fruit that is about to ripen, as time goes by, the sugar content in it will begin to increase.

The sambar at the side sniffed the faint sweet fragrance, which smelled like ripe summer wheat, very sweet``very simple sweetness.

Sambar couldn't help but think of the big white steamed buns on the street ten years ago.

At that time, the steamed buns were so naturally sweet, making them more delicious.

It's a pity that those steamed buns with a lot of flavors and whitening agents are simply poisonous.

Sambar hadn't eaten steamed buns for a long time, so he could only look at Zhao Ke eagerly.

In fact, let alone sambar.

Even Zhao Ke's emissary began to sniff the scent, ready to move.

Accompanied by steamed buns the size of a baby's fist, Zhao Ke put them into the steamer.

A group of people began to wait for a long time, the final result.

During this period, Zhao Ke was smoking a cigarette, his eyes flickering.

The scent of tobacco permeated Zhao Ke's surroundings as Zhao Ke breathed in and out.

Holding a tree trunk in his hand, he scratched around on the ground, drawing messy decoration drawings.

The result... the more you paint, the worse it gets.

As for the sambar, it was relatively calm, squinting at Zhao Ke who was restless and smoking.

He smiled disdainfully in his heart: "Huh, young! Still smoking, um, it should reduce my life expectancy by five or six years."

As time goes by one minute and one second.