Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

Because he saw a Chinese man who was much younger than himself, and he was wearing the same style of space suit as himself.

Could it be that NASA asked the Chinese to make the space suits? Mark had such an absurd thought in his mind at this time, and then he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Mark Watney, nice to meet you."

"Hello, I'm Rosen."

Rosen stretched out his hand and shook his, saying, "I just cooked some dumplings. I thought you might have just woken up and haven't eaten yet, so I brought them here for you to enjoy."

As he spoke, he took out a large insulated lunch box.

Mark was quite happy when he heard there was food, but he was stunned when he saw the insulated lunch box.

Because he didn't understand at all where Rosen took it out from.

But he still clearly remembered that when the two met and shook hands just now, Rosen had nothing in his hands.

What the hell is going on?! Could it be that there is something wrong with the sweet corn I just ate, causing hallucinations?! Mark had a lot of questions in his mind, but he still let Rosen into the living cabin.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you." Rosen walked into the cabin and took off his astronaut helmet. Then he said, "I rushed in to save you yesterday. When I was leaving, I saw that your space suits were pretty good, and I happened to be short of one, so I borrowed one. Do you mind?"

"No." Mark smiled and said, "I have a lot anyway, you can use them as you like."

Rosen also smiled and stretched out his hand to him, saying, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Rosen, I'm Chinese, and I'm a sophomore medical student."

"I happened to be stranded here, and I'm going to be your neighbor for a while. I hope that for a long time to come, you and I can live in harmony and become a model of good neighborliness."

"My name is Mark Watney, an astronaut from NASA, and also a botanist." Mark stretched out his hand again and shook his, saying, "You just said you are Chinese, I know that, Huaguo is also called China, but you said you are just a sophomore medical student, then how did you get to Mars?"

"It's a long story about a child without a mother." Rosen opened the warm lunch box and said, "Eat first. I'll talk to you slowly when I have time in the future."

As he spoke, he handed Mark a pair of brand new chopsticks and said, "Anyway, we're going to be in this godforsaken place for a long time, so we have plenty of time to chat until you vomit."

"Haha..." Mark laughed.

"Would you like some garlic?" Rosen said as he took out a head of purple garlic from his pocket.

"No, thank you." Mark shook his head quickly.

"Then you're in for a treat. Eating dumplings with garlic will only make them half as tasty." Rosen said as he took out a small vinegar bowl and placed it on the table. It contained not only aged vinegar but also a few drops of stone-ground sesame oil, creating a rich aroma that filled the air.

"How about some vinegar?"

"No more." Mark refused again.

Rosen did not persuade him any further. He ate the dumplings with vinegar and garlic and said to Mark, "Although I don't know why you were left alone on Mars, even if someone came to take you away, it would probably take a long time, right?"

"Yes."

"Then do you have enough food, drink and other necessities?" Rosen looked at him and said, "If not, just ask. In the spirit of internationalism, I am happy to provide you with some free support."

Mark really wanted to nod and say yes, so that at least he wouldn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

But when I thought about the fact that I, a great American astronaut, had to ask the Chinese for help, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

For a moment, his self-esteem exploded, and he shook his head and said, "No, I can solve the problem of food by myself. After all, this is also part of my scientific research on Mars this time."

"Okay then." Rosen nodded with a smile and said, "Since you don't need it, just assume I'm fine. Oh, by the way."

Rosen pointed outside and said, "Considering that I will be staying here for a long time, I will be idle anyway, so I want to find something to do to relieve my boredom. I don't know how to do anything else, so I thought of making use of our Chinese racial talents: planting some land, not to solve the problem of food and vegetables, but just for fun. I will probably use some of the land outside. Do you have any objections?"

"No." Mark shook his head quickly and said, "The land here doesn't belong to anyone. It's up to you."

Rosen nodded and said, "That's good."

After eating the dumplings, Rosen cleaned up the dishes and left.

Mark also put on his space suit again and walked out of the living module to check the organic waste in the back.

What he was really looking for was accumulated human waste, or in other words, feces.

He used it as fertilizer to improve the soil and provide the necessary nutrients for the potatoes he was about to grow.

While Macri was busy walking around outside, Rosen was also not idle.

He had only asked Mark's opinion out of courtesy. He would do whatever he wanted to do regardless of whether the latter agreed or not.

After all, this is Mars. No matter how powerful the Americans are, they can’t get here with an aircraft carrier.

If Americans can plant their flag here, then the Chinese can do the same.

If their astronauts can grow potatoes here, then he can create an ecological agricultural park here.

To this end, Rosen summoned a poisonous vine and let it drill around underground, making ridges and loosening the soil.

Although the environment on Mars is extremely harsh, it is currently completely tolerable for the poisonous vines.

Half an hour after being summoned by Rosen, his health points had not dropped at all, which really surprised him.

I don't know whether it is because the poisonous flower vines are so tenacious that they can quickly adapt to the harsh environment here, or because of the resistance bonus given by the oak sages floating around.

While the poisonous vines were busy, Rosen took out large pieces of glass from the storage compartment and began to assemble them.

It is definitely not possible to grow crops in the open air on Mars, so Rosen thought of vegetable greenhouses or glass greenhouses.

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally chose the latter for a simple reason: it is easy to use and convenient.

As for whether the glass will be broken by wind and sand on Mars, that is not a problem at all. Is there any need to say how awesome domestic tempered glass is?

The modular design and power tools make it easy to assemble, and with the help of the clay golem, work efficiency is increased.

When Rosen was busy and having fun, he suddenly received a warning from the poisonous flower vine. He immediately canceled the summons of the clay golem and turned to look at Mark who was walking slowly towards him.

"Hi, Mark, what do you want to talk to me about?" Rosen asked with a smile.

"My wound broke." Mark said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What on earth did you do?" Rosen asked as he helped him back to his living cabin and treated his wounds again, stitching and bandaging them...

After finishing his work, Rosen said, "Before your wound is completely healed, I advise you to try not to do heavy physical work, otherwise it will be easy for this situation to happen again."

"Okay, thank you for your care." Mark nodded and asked immediately, "Rosen, I'm curious, is the big guy next to you also your companion?"

"What big guy?" Rosen didn't expect that he actually saw the clay golem, but he immediately denied it with a smile: "You must have mistaken the pile of dirt for a person."

"is it?"

"Of course."