There is strength in numbers, and soon a rich fragrance wafted from the ground.
The first thing to be roasted is the sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes planted in the field are all mutated sweet potatoes that Ling Xue brought from Blue Star. The growth quality of the mutated sweet potatoes has not decreased in the ocean world. This is probably related to the energy that is evolving in the ocean world.
No matter what the reason is, the overbearing aroma of roasted sweet potatoes has firmly occupied the hearts of survivors.
As soon as the aroma came out, a survivor couldn't help but ask: "Sister Lan, are these roasted sweet potatoes almost done?"
Lan Ling swallowed his saliva and said unhappily, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only been roasting for a short time. We need to wait at least another ten minutes!"
There are only twenty roasted sweet potatoes in this oven, and most people cannot eat them, so many people stop doing anything else and wait by the oven, fearing that others will get them first.
Lan Ling impatiently chased them away: "Go back to work, you're all just reincarnated greedy cats!"
After sending everyone away, Lanling found a stool for himself and sat next to the oven, waiting.
The overbearing aroma of roasted sweet potatoes permeated the surrounding area of the oven, and the aroma became stronger and stronger. Lanling was getting a little anxious waiting.
Time passed by minute by minute, and finally it was time to open the furnace.
As soon as the stove was turned on, a strong aroma wafted out.
The survivors who were nearby immediately swarmed over, but those who were far away were not able to do so. Even if they rushed over, they would not be able to get a number.
The survivors with quick eyes and hands grabbed one in one go, while those who were slow were dissatisfied because they couldn't get one, and those with good tempers shared half of it so that everyone could have a taste.
“It smells so good!”
"Exactly, why didn't I think roasted sweet potatoes were so delicious before?"
“It feels like I’ve missed out on a lot of delicious food!”
"Yes, yes, I'm sure I'll have a good meal today!"
Lanling put the roasted sweet potatoes she had snatched aside first. Anyway, the roasted sweet potatoes had just been taken out and were still too hot to eat. She didn't want to be like those survivors who couldn't hold them in their hands because they were so hot but were reluctant to let go. She waited a while.
Lanling put another batch of roasted sweet potatoes in and continued to roast them. Twenty minutes later, another batch of delicious roasted sweet potatoes came out.
Lan Ling borrowed this oven from Ling Xue. She had been coveting it for a long time, and she had no intention of returning it this time.
She knew that Ling Xue had several similar ovens, and even two large ovens that could accommodate fifty sweet potatoes.
Lanling was not greedy. She was lucky enough to get a small oven, but she didn't want a large oven.
After finishing all this, Lanling took out a basin of clean water, washed his hands, and started eating.
The roasted sweet potatoes are no longer that hot now. Although they are still hot to the touch, they are not so hot that people cannot bear it.
Peeling off the sweet potato skin, the translucent yellow flesh was revealed, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted into his nose along with the white smoke. Lan Ling sighed inwardly, wondering where Sister Ling had found these high-quality sweet potato seeds. They were truly fragrant.
No, she needs to store more sweet potatoes in her space props. If she has the chance to return to her original world in the future, she will bring them back with her. It can be regarded as a contribution to her birth world.
Lan Ling learned this idea from Ling Xue. Whenever Ling Xue came across something she had never seen before, she would leave some of it in the space props, saying that she would take it back to the original world.
As soon as Lanling heard Ling Xue's explanation, he understood why she did this. This was a really good idea and worth learning from.
