Traveling Through the Stars

Luo Bi doesn't eat carrots. It's true that carrots have high nutritional value, but she doesn't like that kind of food. It's okay to make dumplings, the kind with ear vegetables and tofu.

Anything else is fine, Robbie doesn't like it.

"I'll feed the pigs. If I can, I want to dig some back now." Luo Bi went all out for her piggies, and her own sows lived up to their expectations and gave birth to each other.

She was not a forceful person, and she asked later: "Is it okay?"

OK?

OK?

Is this a question of whether or not it will work? ! ! ! !

Mrs. Huang's expression froze, and the wind was chaotic: "What are you talking about? For pigs?!!!"

In Mrs. Huang's perception, carrots have always been eaten by people, and they are rare vegetables.

Those who are good-looking and have a high nutritional level are sold regardless of the catty, and they are all based on individuality. When vegetables are scarce in winter, a carrot can even be sold for 200 interstellar coins, and you can buy dozens of bags of common ingredients.

For pigs?

Mrs. Huang has never thought about it in her life. This idea is too bold. She is timid and has never challenged it.

However, at this moment, Mrs. Huang thought that she could try it in the future. Her husband has now opened up a second career, and it is still flourishing. He is not afraid of being timid if he travels across the stars with a spoon.

When the soul lost his mind, he took the cooking spoon and called, and he came back.

Mrs. Huang's thoughts were taken by Luo Bi, and followed by the little autumn wind, directly led them into the ditch.

Luo Bi didn't know it, nodded, and explained: "My sow has given birth to too many piglets, and needs to be supplemented with nutrition. I asked, but your carrots were planted earlier."

"Oh oh oh...." Mrs. Huang seemed to understand, but she didn't understand the relationship between sows giving birth and eating carrots at all, so she nodded vaguely: "Okay, you can see for yourself." Keep digging, dig as much as you want."

For the relationship between Huang Xinling and Luo Bi, this small piece of carrot land was dug up by Luo Bi, and Mrs. Huang would not say anything.

Luo Bi was embarrassed to dig more, circled a small piece, and asked Zhu Xingshao to dig together: "Zhu Xingshao, what are you thinking? Hurry up."

Zhu Xingshao was still digesting the matter of feeding carrots to pigs, when he was called out by Luo Bi, his brain turned and he came back to his senses.

He swallowed his saliva, took the small shovel handed over by Robbie and squatted down: "I said, Robbie, your sows are too expensive, and it's a bit too much to feed carrots, my mother and the others don't usually eat them often. "

It was Jiang Yixin who compared herself to pigs before, and Zhu Xingbao later. They were foodies, understandable.

Now, as soon as Zhu Xingshao was in a hurry, he brought his mother out to compare with pigs.

The fucking treatment is not as high as the sows in Luo Bi's house, and they are nutritious eggs and carrots. Just because she gave birth to a litter of piglets and a sow, her status has risen steadily.

While talking, Zhu Xingshao moved very nimbly. With a shovel, he dug out a dozen or so small carrots.

Think about it, it is impossible to dig out more than a dozen carrots with a shovel when they are too big, because they are too small to grow into one. Zhu Xingshao bowed his head and pulled it from the soil, the more he pulled it, the worse he felt. The biggest carrot was not as long as an orange spoon.

the smallest?

The smallest ones are slightly larger than river prawns.

That's it, it hurts too much to dig.

Picking up a small radish, Zhu Xingshao muttered: "Look, it hasn't grown into a radish yet."

"Get to work."

Luo Bi listened lazily to his chatter, could she not understand that it was a pity to dig such a small carrot? There was no other way. In order to keep the little piglet, he could only dig carrots.