Mrs. Luo came down from the hill with Luo Huan and Luo Rui. When she heard this, she said, "let's gather up the ingredients we brought. You aunts will prepare the food for tomorrow's mission. Anyone who is not full can wait to cook it."

When it comes to food, the Luo family are worried. Luo Bi doesn't understand why, so she listens to everyone chatting.

"At the beginning of the galaxy war season, ordinary ingredients can't be eaten. I don't know what to do in the future." Luo Qing is happy on weekdays. Today, he frowns tightly and leans against the sofa: "young Lord, there are many people in our Luo family. What about a large family? If ordinary ingredients can't be eaten and can't buy nutritional and energy ingredients, it's a problem to have a full stomach."

It's called the Lord.

Luo Bi was surprised. Only then did she know why the Luo family were worried. Although ordinary ingredients are terrible, they are food that can satisfy the stomach after all. It can be imagined what it means to not eat.

"At present, only some ordinary ingredients can't be eaten, and some kinds can still be eaten." Luo Huan's tone is a little heavy: "the three galaxies are like this. Each family has people to feed. In a few days, I'm afraid there will be a shortage of nutritional and energy ingredients soon."

Hua ran obviously didn't expect that ordinary ingredients could not be eaten. She frowned and quickly calculated the food reserve at home. Others had the same idea. For a while, everyone didn't speak and thought about their own situation.

Mrs. Luo asked a group of aunts to count the ingredients brought by the people. They were basically coarse grains such as millet, which could be made into cakes or bread. The aunts discussed this for a while.

At the end of the discussion, rove said, "then make half cakes and half millet bread. It's getting late. You divide your work and work together to mix the flour made of cakes and bread."

Aunts took action one after another, rolled up their sleeves, washed their hands, made cakes and bread with noodles, and the younger generation didn't join hands several times.

"What are we doing?" Luo Ping asked. They are not young anymore. It's not decent to be idle at the same time!

Luo Heng's mother said, "go and play."

The elders love the younger generation, which is reflected at this time. How big a radish doesn't grow on the ridge. Children are children. There is no need for the younger generation to work with aunts.

Luo Bi and her husband were chatting outside the kitchen area. Luo Ping was like a reborn woman, serving tea and pouring water before and after. Since the galaxy war season, everything has been in short supply, so when Luo Ping holds tea with a clip, she counts it one by one.

"Nutritious tea is rare! Let's save some water. One tea, two tea... Luo Ping counted more than a dozen tea leaves and poured water from the kettle:" taste them all, don't be picky! It's time for Aunt Luo to feel sorry if we put too much. We're here to cause trouble. Can you let aunt Luo pick it up? "

Luo Jun heard it, got up from the sofa, walked slowly over, took the tea box and prepared to put some more: "you can't save it. There's no taste in less tea. Put some more."

Who's so funny? The younger generation of the Luo family stopped one after another: "enough, enough, don't like drinking tea. Why do you put so much?"

Luo Ping shouted, "I've poured water."

Luo Jun just gave up. Luo Ping made tea and brought everyone a cup. Everyone sat down with tea and asked Luo Bi whether it was easy to find ginseng digging insects. There were many.