Dina was inexplicably looked at by Fang Yuan's expectant eyes, she slowly stopped gnawing on the melon, and looked back suspiciously, both of them were holding purple light fruits in their hands, staring at each other intently.

The two women looked at each other, but neither of them was too embarrassed to ask first, and the scene suddenly became awkward, only the general was unaware, still cursing the war that did not know when it would end.

Yuan Fang on the side looked at the words and seemed to suddenly understand what his daughter-in-law meant, he looked at the general's wife who was confused, and felt that it should be easier for men to communicate with each other.

Turning his head to look at the angry Federation Admiral, a smile appeared on his face, racking his brains to speak tactfully so as not to embarrass his master.

He organized his language for a while, pretended to be happy, and said:

"I didn't have a chance before, but today I can finally see the dinner of a rich family!"

Fang Yuan immediately applauded her husband's words warmly in her heart, as two people, of course, they must have this tacit understanding.

"What difference could the rice make."

Plitt raised the half-eaten purple lamp fruit in his hand.

"It's not all these things that have been eaten for thousands of years."

The taste of this food is very similar to dough, although it has a vegetal fragrance, it is definitely not a delicacy, and after being picked from the tree, the fruit will be restrained in energy and will not shine, it looks like a round purple potato.

Fang Yuan was immediately deflated, he didn't expect that the creatures of this universe ate the same food every day, so advanced productivity, there was no point in it for eating, and it seemed that food was not applicable here.

Dina on the other side carefully observed the expressions of the two, she thought about it seriously, and then asked uncertainly:

"What should you eat in your hometown?"

"Isn't there any other way to eat this stuff?"

"Other ways to eat?"

Dinah frowned and asked again:

"Do you want to add a little sweetener?"

Fang Yuan was suddenly full of despair about the next fifty years of vacation.

"For example, make bread."

"Bread? What's that? ”

The general's wife decided to break the casserole and ask to the end, if a woman's curiosity was successfully aroused, then she would definitely not stop until she reached her goal, especially if the woman was still pregnant.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to open her backpack and take out a soft and fragrant bread from the inside, which was wrapped tightly in oiled paper on the outside, and at first glance it was specially prepared for them, after all, there was no need for Ex to eat.

"This is bread, I'll give you a taste."

Dinah swallowed her saliva and took the tempting food, and she tore open the wrapper, and the creamy sweet smell immediately wafted into her nostrils.

Perhaps the taste of pregnant women is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and the general's wife immediately threw away the purple lamp fruit in her hand and couldn't wait to bite it.

"Wait a minute! Don't eat food that hasn't been tested! ”

The general hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was too late, and the bread was already half missing, and he was anxious and angry, and stepped over in one step, and snatched the dangerous food that might kill his wife.

"How can you give pregnant women anything to eat!"

He was furious, glared at Yuan Fang with fierce eyes, and without waiting for the two to explain, the general turned his head eagerly to look at his wife.

I saw that the general's wife had dilated eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and she muttered inaudible whispers in her mouth, like a cultist who had fallen into evil.

Plitt was immediately shocked, and he hurriedly squatted down to support Dinah, and leaned his ear over to listen carefully to the increasingly mysterious whisper, but heard the trembling voice of the greedy pregnant woman say:

"Too ...... It's so delicious...... It was just delicious......"

The general was stunned on the spot, he put his hands on his wife's shoulders, and looked at her face seriously, only to see that Dinah slowly showed a familiar flush of happiness, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

She snatched the bread from her husband's hand, reached out and pushed the man in front of her to the side, and now no one could stop her from pursuing happiness.

But when she thought about it, and felt that it was not right to do so, Dinah put the bread into her husband's mouth again, and said in a repeated voice:

"Hell all those tests! Honey, you taste, you taste it! ”

The general was suspicious, he was not a man who was obsessed with appetite, and the Federation also had all kinds of flavorings that could simulate the taste of any food, and he didn't think anything could taste like this.

But the bread was already close to his mouth, and the sweet smell came straight to his face, and the general, looking at his wife's expectant gaze, had to take a bite of the strange food with his well-maintained little hand.

For the first time in his life, the eighty-year-old young general felt that eating was also a kind of enjoyment, the wheat fragrance was mixed with the milky aroma, which was also mixed with the special fragrance of nuts, he took the source of happiness in his mouth and chewed and chewed, and suddenly felt that the purple lamp fruit in his hand was so hateful.

"Uh...... Well...... It tastes good...... But I don't like sweets......"

As soon as the words fell, he saw Fang Yuan take out a meat floss bread from his bag again.

"This one isn't too sweet, can you taste it?"

Fortunately, everyone had eaten the purple lantern fruit before, otherwise, these few breads were really not enough to eat, and the guests and hosts enjoyed the meal, and Fang Yuan and his wife also successfully won the infinite favor of the general and his wife.

"You ...... Oh...... Where did the bread come from? ”

Hungry pregnant women have regained their curiosity.

"Of course it's made by the chef!"

"Can we invite Mr. Chef here? What planet are you from? ”

Fang Yuan and his wife laughed secretly.

"Cooking isn't a person, it's a profession."

"And this amazing profession?"

"Yes! As long as you learn how to cook, anyone can be a chef! ”

The general's eyes sparkled, and she shouted excitedly:

"Great! Ba Bo Ben! You're sure to be able to cook this amazing skill too! ”

The general's hands were pinched by his wife, and he couldn't pull out his hand after pumping twice.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, let's go to the city and buy some flavorings, and I'm going to let Maggie taste the bread I made myself!"

"No problem!"

Fang Yuan looked at a few purple lamp fruits on the table that had been gnawed, thinking in her heart how to grind this fruit into flour, although she didn't know how to egg fried rice, but she thought that it was no problem to bake bread.

This small universe spends all its scarce resources on war, and the people's lives are basically not hungry, they can't freeze to death, that's all.

She suddenly remembered all kinds of pasta dishes on the earth, and the eight major cuisines of the Manchu and Han banquets, and it seemed that this honeymoon trip was not as boring as she imagined.