In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

Speaking of which, space is indeed a high-dimensional existence, and everything is magical.

Space is definitely not an ecosystem. There is light, air, and moisture, allowing people to live healthily; but there is no sun, no sky, no clouds, and no microorganisms...

But people can live well and be active.

It’s weird, it’s an existence that she can’t study thoroughly with her knowledge base——

In fact, if you think about it carefully, even the most knowledgeable scientists can't find out its essence. It is not the same dimension as our own world.

Being able to get such a golden finger is really a big pie dropped from the sky and it hits your mouth directly.

She squinted her eyes and leaned on the rattan seat, happily biting off a large piece of oily beef and sighed deliciously.

There was already a stainless steel plate filled with skewers on the table, and next to it was a whole bottle of cold beer. The cap had just been opened, and you could still see the white steam coming out.

She deliberately raised the temperature slightly so that she would not catch a cold even at night while drinking cold beer outdoors.

Eat a lot of meat, drink moderately, and when you get tired of it, try the sweet and sour garlic, as well as other grilled vegetables that can relieve your tiredness, such as roasted leeks and bean curd rolls with coriander.

The smell of these two ingredients is very special, and after roasting, it stimulates a different aroma, which can relieve the greasiness of the gravy.

In particular, the beef and mutton she chose for herself were naturally good meat. After one bite, she could still taste the milky taste in her mouth until the end. Although it was very fragrant, she would inevitably get tired of it if she ate too much.

She finished baking the plate and stopped long ago. She put the charcoal-burning oven aside and let it make a slight explosion on its own, adding some movement to the quiet night.

In custom environments, you can also customize some sounds, but the limitations are greater, and they are basically natural sounds.

For example, the sound of wind, water, and the faint chirping of insects is okay at this level, but if the space itself plays a song as background music, it is impossible.

She didn't want to listen to any music at the moment. In her ears, she could hear the sound of the night wind blowing the leaves, and some faint chirping of insects. Now coupled with the crackling sound, it was somewhat interesting.

There was actually a tablet computer propped up on the table, and a certain dinner drama was paused on the screen, but while she was looking at the moon, stars, and sky, she suddenly didn't want to watch the drama.

It was rare to see such a peaceful meal, even a lively barbecue, but she really just took a bite of meat and a sip of wine, looked at the sky, then looked at the garden, and finished eating slowly.

She ate her meal slowly and it took a long time, so it was actually quite late to finish it.

She quickly cleaned up the scene, moving what needed to be moved, decomposing what needed to be moved, and then stood in the cool night breeze, raising her hand to pat her cheeks that were hot due to alcohol.

...Ouch, I feel a little drunk and my head is dizzy.

She squeezed her face, couldn't help scratching her sweaty scalp, and walked home step by step.

In fact, I didn't really drink too much when I said I was drunk. I still walked very steadily, but I felt dizzy, my body was a little shaky, and I felt a little sleepy.

She sniffed and breathed in the fragrant fragrance of flowers in the garden. Feeling her head clearer, she bent her feet and walked back to the garden.

She wandered under the flower stand, dragged out some of the lounge chair, and leaned on it, just in time to see the moon.

After looking at it for a while, he took out a washed cucumber from the space, took a few bites and then threw it aside, and then took out a box of grapes.

The huge Ping Pong grapes were washed clean one by one. The dark purple grape skins were rounded by the pulp inside, glowing with halos under the bright moonlight.

Pinch one, point the opening to your lips, squeeze and sip, the sweet grape pulp will fall on your tongue, and a piece of intact and cracked grape skin will be thrown aside casually.

Sweet and sour, the pulp is not soft and rotten, but has a unique crispness of the fruit, but it breaks apart with a slight sip, bursting out with a delicious grape aroma.

There are seeds inside originally, but they have been broken down in space long ago. You can take one bite of pure grape pulp and chew it boldly without spitting out the seeds.

She swung her legs, hugged a box of grapes, and ate them all almost as fast as she could.

Hmm... I originally wanted to eat slowly while looking at the moon, but maybe because I was drunk and was not clear-headed, I drank it all at once.

She leaned back and relaxed, squinting at the moon.

It was said that the grape was a hangover, so she took it out to eat. She didn't know if it really had an effect, or if it was simply metabolized by herself because she didn't drink much. After looking at the moon for a while, she really felt better.

This time she felt free to go home and take a shower - she was in a daze just now, and suddenly thought of what to do if she fainted in the bathroom if she went to take a shower now.

She was much better now. She stood up and walked around. Her legs were much more solid and she suddenly appeared in the built open-air bathroom.

Yes, she had to take a bath, but she was a little addicted to watching the moon, and there happened to be a bathroom where she could watch it while washing, so why not do it.

This is a completely open-air bathroom with no borders. It is a lush garden with a shower and a bathtub.

Anyway, the space is clean, there is no dust, pollen and bugs, no one will see it, and the temperature can even be adjusted to prevent you from catching a cold.

Actually...thinking about it this way, it feels really freeing.

She took a shower first to wash herself off, and then swayed into the bathtub, crossing her legs and looking at the moon. She was really at ease.

Drinking was still a little affected. I originally wanted to spend the rest of the night going to the attic, lying on the bed, looking at the moon, and reading novels on my phone for a while, but I fell asleep without even realizing it.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt very refreshed and made myself a small bowl of Yuanxiao for breakfast.

Well, yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival and today we are eating Yuanxiao. It’s fair, right?

This is a specially shaped Yuanxiao made in the shape of a lantern persimmon. Because of the intelligent classification function of the space, it is together with those glutinous rice balls and Yuanxiao.

She glanced over and thought she had accidentally misplaced the snacks from some dessert shop when she was sorting them out.

After taking a closer look, I realized, oh, it was made to look like a persimmon. The orange Lantern Festival is topped with green leaves, which looks quite unique and cute.

I was thinking, "It feels weird if these Yuanxiao dumplings are also made with persimmon filling." When I turned my eyes, I saw "black sesame filling" written next to it.

Wei Jiao is...a little disappointed. What's going on?

I don’t expect you to actually make a lantern persimmon that integrates the inside and outside, but why is it still the most basic black sesame... It feels like it is innovative, but not completely innovative.

She looked through it carefully, and found that it was indeed the only filling, so she could only take it to the kitchen, cook it in silence, soak it in milk and serve it to the table.