Chapter 211: Waiting For The Steamed Milk Pudding To Come Out Of The Oven
Fourth Production Escort Ship, First Canteen.
Dinner time had arrived, and the employees who usually came to the canteen sparsely were now lining up in long queues, but the people inside sitting at the tables refused to leave. Helplessly, Manager Hill and Manager Wu could only use their authority to have the kitchen AI set up more tables and chairs outside the canteen.
The reason for so many people coming at once was most likely the white rice and fried rice that Xiang Chuan had authorized for the First Canteen. Because these recipes were still unregistered private patents at the Information Turbulence Processing Office, the entire Fourth Production Escort Ship only had Xiang Chuan’s personal authorization at the First Canteen. During the period Xiang Chuan was temporarily residing on the Fourth Production Escort Ship, they could use the recipes registered in the kitchen AI.
Xiang Chuan had submitted applications for these recipes right after finishing cooking them, but every recipe submitted in the past few days had too great an impact on the Third Fleet’s agriculture industry. The Information Turbulence Processing Office crashed just seeing white rice; they hurriedly forwarded the recipes to the Agriculture Bureau overnight, and there was still no result even today.
Waiting for formal authorization would take at least another week.
The mid-level and above cadres of the Production Escort Ship, who could receive various bits of gossip first-hand, couldn’t sit still after hearing the news and rushed to line up at the First Canteen during dinner time.
If not for the Production Escort Ship captains currently holding an overnight meeting with the Agriculture Bureau high-level officials on the main ship because of the white rice issue, Captain Mark Bay would probably have come to try it long ago.
However, this gossip among the high-level officials hadn’t reached the ears of the first-year high school students. They sat at the spot outside the canteen where they ate last night, casually chatting while sighing that there were really so many people coming to eat today.
As for the “culprit” causing this queuing spectacle, they were now using Geegle to look up some things.
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“Xiang Chuan, what are you looking at?”
Chou Manman leaned over, but only saw a blank light screen. Although she knew Xiang Chuan was looking at Information Turbulence materials, the entire blank page was still quite eerie.
“Hmm… Manager Hill just mentioned some topics related to desire, so I got curious and looked up ancient people’s views on desire.” Xiang Chuan supported herself with one hand on the dining table, palm propping up her chin, frowning at the dense text on the light screen. “I didn’t expect there to be so much discussion on these topics; it’s making my eyes dizzy.”
“Did ancient people study psychology too? I thought only those bored scholars from the Cultural Affairs Bureau would study this thing.” Ainuo, who had earned the privilege of sitting next to her by helping Xiang Chuan get food, also leaned over, but saw nothing.
“They studied psychology even earlier than the Common Era.” Xiang Chuan hummed, “Even ancient Greek philosophy and Mesopotamian epic legends discussed psychology. Rather, it’s strange that our modern psychology isn’t taken seriously.”
“Ancient Greece? Meso… what?” Ainuo blinked. “What era ancient civilizations are these?”
“In our terms, they should be called ancient times. Ancient Greece was around before the 8th century BCE, and Mesopotamia was even older, at least before the 21st century BCE.” Xiang Chuan pointed to her now-empty plate of fried rice in front of her and added: “By the way, the recipes I found are basically from 21st Century materials.”
“Oh… oh?”
At this moment, not only Ainuo, but also Ouyang Yating, Liang Gong, Nancy sitting at the same dining table, and Class President Lu Daiqing, Cultural Committee Member Mandy, and others standing nearby watching, all showed expressions of doubt on their faces.
Seeing their expressions, Xiang Chuan was not surprised at all.
Mainly because the Tianyuan Era had already passed 20,000 years, and compared to now in Tianyuan Year 20,000, the civilization level of Tianyuan Year 15,000 only had leaping progress in building materials and the most fundamental power sources of machinery. From the surface, there were no obvious changes. So the time span Xiang Chuan mentioned couldn’t be imagined to have earth-shaking changes with the history knowledge they had learned.
Xiang Chuan sighed lightly, thinking maybe she should arrange some 21st Century domestic and international documentaries for Xiang Xue’s live stream room to avoid modern people being so numb to time and history. And thinking carefully, human history also had many ancient epics and interesting stories worth exploring. Although the entertainment value might not be as dramatic as TV series, the authenticity was at least guaranteed, not to mention the damn attraction of ancient history to modern people.
The more she thought about it, the more feasible Xiang Chuan felt this sudden idea was, even mischievously wanting to list A Bite of China as the first candidate.
“Xiang Chuan? Xiang Chuan? Hey?”
Seeing the increasingly evil expression on Xiang Chuan’s face, Ainuo shivered and waved his hand in front of her, trying to interrupt his club president’s “evil idea.”
Ainuo’s intuition told him: Whenever Xiang Chuan showed this expression, nothing good would happen.
Xiang Chuan: Hehe.
Interrupted in her thoughts, Xiang Chuan impatiently lightly swatted his hand away and said: “We’ll discuss the time span in detail another day when there’s a chance. For now, just know that in ancient times, human research on psychology was an academic study that continued across several civilization stages.”
Hearing Xiang Chuan say this, the Class Eight Grade One crowd temporarily set the topic aside. Anyway, after several months of ancient culture impact, they had deeply realized: As long as it involved humanities and history, modern people had no power to fight back in front of ancient people. As for how to dissect the mysteries within, it depended on when Xiang Chuan would submit the Information Turbulence materials for audit.
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Right now, everyone was most concerned about only one thing.
Qing Ke, who often gathered with Cultural Committee Member Mandy, ran over and asked:
“Xiang Chuan, why isn’t the steamed milk pudding and salad dressing ready yet?”
This was already the tenth person who had come to ask her.
Xiang Chuan sighed, helplessly saying: “Salad dressing must be refrigerated before use; it can’t be rushed. As for steamed milk pudding, didn’t I say earlier that this thing can be eaten directly—”
“But Xiang Chuan, you also said steamed milk pudding is better after refrigeration.” Nancy, sitting diagonally across, propped her chin, blinking and smiling at her. “Since there’s a better way to eat it, we definitely have to choose the best option.”
Truly typical modern people who pay attention to quality of life, Xiang Chuan thought.
“Then wait a bit more.” She checked the time on her personal terminal. “If served on time, it should only take another ten minutes.”
There’s still ten minutes!
The Class Eight Grade One crowd let out wails. Long-lived modern youth felt for the first time that ten minutes could be so long.
