How to eat pineapple buns on the immigration ship

Chapter 2 Painful Breakfast

"Xagawa, you can count it down, why did you get up so late today?"

When Xiang Chuan walked out of the room and stretched out half of his head from the handrail, the first thing he saw was the screen downstairs that was full of SF just now—it should be said that it was the Xiangqi on the terminal that urged him to go downstairs for dinner, and now he is also Staring at his terminal screen, typing something on the floating transparent keyboard, the speed of his hands reminded Kagawa of the accountant sent by his company every time the financial report was concluded.

From the moment she walked out of the room, Kagawa was sure that she was definitely not on the earth where she was working as a worker and struggling for her salary. The decorations around the room were decorated with hanging paintings and unidentifiable decorations. The dining room downstairs looked like the four people in her hometown The room is two or three times the size of the first floor. Although the table in the middle is not the unscientific western table in TV dramas, it is a relatively normal round table that can seat seven or eight people, but the rotating dinner plate in the center is stacked with The soup cans make her feel like she's now getting ready for New Years instead of breakfast.

She walked down the stairs hesitantly, secretly looking at the "brother" and "sister" sitting at the dining table.

When Kagawa just took out the casual clothes from the closet, he was still wondering if his own closet had also traveled through time with him. The style of the clothes in the closet was the same as those that were often seen in the original world, and there seemed to be some subtle differences in the materials.Now look at the loose T-shirt and jeans of "Xiangqi" and the small suspenders and denim skirt of "Xiangxue". While he was relieved to become a "fashion leader", he couldn't help complaining about the split collocation of the SF world view and the casual wear of the 21st century.

"Brother Xiangqi, Xiaoxue, morning."

Kagawa said hello, hesitated for a moment, and sat in the empty seat between the two. Seeing that the two had no strange reactions, he was relieved.

The moment she sat on the chair, a set of cutlery was raised on the dining table in front of her. According to her muscle memory, she placed the cup on the circular pattern on the right hand side, and then a slender faucet-shaped steel pipe stretched out in front of the cup. Inject water into it.Kagawa carefully picked it up and took a sip. Fortunately, it was ordinary pure water, without the smell of mixed oil or additives as imagined in SF novels.

"Sister Xiangchuan, you can count it down, I'm starving to death."

Xiangxue turned off the terminal screen with a wave of her hand, and lazily stretched her body.

"I'm sorry, I slept late last night." Kagawa looked around, "Where are my parents? They haven't come down yet?"

"I told you not to read novels at night all the time. What if you get up early and arrive late at the start of school next week?" Xiang Qi also turned off the terminal screen, "Mom and Dad went out early in the morning. Come to inspect, my mother will go to receive it, and my father will go to the company to arrange it."

"……Oh."

Kagawa nodded numbly.

When she was just rearranging her common sense of the world in her head when she was changing clothes, she was surprised to find that she had been busy all her life in a small shop in a small country town in the world, and her parents held important positions here. A retired veteran actor is now the director of the cultural bureau of the immigration flotilla, and his father has become the chairman of the immigrant flotilla's large company.

Does the contrast have to be so big?The canteen couple became high-level officials in politics and business in a different world?

They are the ones who really crossed over, right?

Glancing at the family photo hanging on the wall of the restaurant, the mother in the photo is not the unkempt and disheveled look in the warehouse of the canteen in the memory, but now has a neat short haircut, and the eyebrows are a little more majestic, and the father is not The front desk of the store is busy looking for replacement money for people, and quietly learning how to use the mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay. The thin figure, with black hair brushed back, and a suit and tie, really feels like a successful person.

Now that both my parents have become successful people,... does that mean that I can live my life and wait to die?
The word "lie down" came to Xiangchuan's mind.

goo...

The growl from her stomach interrupted her wild thoughts, and the faces of Xiang Qi and Xiang Xue on both sides were full of jokes, which made her feel embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, let's eat quickly, I will make my sister hungry."

Xiangxue smiled mischievously, and pressed the meal preparation button on the table, and the steel soup pot on the table automatically dropped to the same height as an ordinary dinner plate.

Do you still have to manually pick up vegetables recently?Kagawa, who had started to adapt to this SF world view because of the "common sense" in his head, now started to have a brain storm again.

"Xiao Chuan, I have your favorite fresh fish noodle soup today."

As Xiang Qi said, she picked up her younger sister's soup bowl, opened the lid of the pot in front of her, and filled a bowl full for her with the big spoon next to it.

"Wow, thank you brother... brother...?"

Out of his childhood muscle memory, Kagawa subconsciously acted like a baby and took the bowl with both hands, but his voice became quieter when he held it in front of him.

what is this?
Kagawa looked at the off-white soup in the bowl in disbelief. After scooping it up with a spoon, he found that it was nothing but paste. Could it be sesame paste?She put her nose up and smelled it. There was no peculiar smell, but there was no fragrance. At this time, she "remembered". "I didn't think about the concept of the taste of this stuff after a while.

"Sister Xiangchuan, what's the matter? If you don't eat any more, the soup will be taken away."

While looking at her curiously, Xiangxue took small sips of the off-white soup into her mouth with pleasure, as if she was eating some delicacy in the world.

"Huh? It's nothing, then I'll start eating."

Xiangchuan smiled disapprovingly and put the spoonful of gray-white soup into his mouth.

For a moment, she felt that all the pores on her body were about to open, and her brain felt numb.The next second, she almost instinctively rushed to the kitchen sink and vomited out the water she had just drank.

Xiangchuan felt that she didn't seem to be drinking fish soup just now, but was drinking stinky water full of fishy smell. The smell seemed to be the smell when she accompanied her mother to the vegetable market and passed the trash can near the fish stall when she was a student.Thinking of this, she vomited even more.

"Xiao Chuan? Xiao Chuan! Are you okay?"

"Sister Xiangchuan, are you okay? Don't scare me."

Xiangqi and Xiangxue's concerned voices sounded from behind them, and they were frightened when they saw Xiangchuan drink the soup and rushed to the sink to vomit violently after drinking the soup, and hurriedly followed.

"Xiao Chuan, are you feeling unwell? Or is there something wrong with the fish noodle soup just now?"

Xiang Qi asked, after serving Xiang Chuan the soup, he also scooped a bowl himself, drinking it just now was fine, Xiang Xue was the same, but only Xiang Qi, his favorite drink, had something abnormal, which made him very strange .

"Xiangqi...brother...what was the soup made of just now?"

Kagawa rinsed his mouth with water and asked hoarsely.

"Huh? Isn't it just fish and noodles? The fish is beaten into a paste and then mixed with the noodle paste."

Xiangqi thought over and over again and answered.

"……that's it?"

Xiangchuan said in disbelief. Logically speaking, this should be similar to the grain and fish noodles in the original world, right?If it wasn't just fish balls, how could it taste like this?

"Yes, fresh fish noodle soup is the most popular staple food of the immigrant convoys, and it is also the most representative food of Dad's company, and it is different from the outside, we make it fresh here."

Xiangxue said proudly.

"Uh……"

The taste of all the ones that are made now, isn't the instant food sold outside more...

Kagawa now feels that traveling to the future world does not seem to be a good thing.

(End of this chapter)