Novel & Cerita Years Of Rice And Salt

“President Mies, your ‘chili beans in a can’ saved our entire winter rationing budget. You could conquer the world with just that, you know.” I smiled. “We intend to feed it instead.” Queen Inariel of Livra clutched a box of Aeternum's long-preservation rice cakes during the meeting, holding it like a national treasure. “You mean to tell me these can last for a year... and still taste like this?” “We have cakes that last three years,” I said. “Stored underground. In heat. In cold. Still moist.” She blinked. “Sorcery.” “No,” I corrected, “science. And logistics.”

And because of this her scumbag point has gotten more decreased this time, and was gifted by another reward by the system because she has finally found one of the most popular and used vegetable in the history of their world that all the household has able to eat it whether the people in lower class and higher class. The reward she thought was salt but then when she opened the system account her eyes shines more brighter than the sun the next day because what she got was prying fan, and the whole group are wondering why is she so happy and smiling that day. When everyone are lamenting the sun and moon with no salts in their hand, she is smiling like this. Some couldn't help sneering toward h

Turns out: very hard. The first was that the rice was way too soft. Not fluffy-soft—porridge-soft. The kind that sticks to the spoon and has a slushy sound when you stir it. Then, there was the stew. Too salty. No, scratch that. Salty enough to flavor the whole Atlantic Ocean. At one point, the kitchen started to fill with smoke, and I'm pretty sure Nelson filmed me waving the fire alarm around with a towel. I set out the plates an hour later, grinning triumphantly on my face.