Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 73 Fine Salt
【This is?What? 】

[The anchor said it was salt! 】

[Why is it so small and white, can't you add something? 】

[It doesn't look like salt. 】

At this time, two more people entered the live broadcast room, and everyone watched Fu Yunhe pick up a small dark spoon and scooped up a little.

"When the fries are hot, sprinkle them with a little salt and they taste really good."

During the live broadcast, Fu Yunhe picked up a little bit of salt with two fingertips, and like slow motion, the fine salt was sprinkled on the French fries one by one.

This picture is beautiful.

【I go!I don't know if the live broadcast is good or not, but the technology of this live broadcast is awesome. 】

[I don't know if it's awesome or not, but it's so beautiful!But it was obviously a little salt. 】

[I can do this with both hands. 】

[Is it only me who cares, open a virtual tasting, try it! 】

After Fu Yunhe sprinkled a little more, he said in a smiling voice: "Let's try it, everyone is welcome to taste it."

【Hahaha!I got it! 】

【Please!There are only so few people in total, who can not get it. 】

It was indeed so, Fu Yunhe ordered six tastings, and everyone including Nian Shutong received one.

Of course, now he can only open ten copies at most, which has something to do with the level of his live broadcast.

About 1 minute later, besides Nian Shutong, the other five people made crazy comments.

[Big host, please sell! 】

【For sale!My goodness, it's the first time I've had salt that isn't bitter, and it's served with chips, it's so delicious. 】

[It turns out that potatoes are so delicious, I can't eat a serving of French fries in just a few bites.Not enough to sell. 】

[This salt is amazing! 】

Fu Yunhe had already uploaded the link, and he finally said: "This is the first live broadcast today, I like this live broadcast room, please bookmark it."

"The live broadcast will continue tomorrow night, and it will still be in this live broadcast room. The freshly made French fries and some fine salt will be sold in our own store. The link has been sent. Please buy it yourself."

"Goodbye, have a nice day."

The screen of the live broadcast room went black instantly, and the anchor played a little too fast.

But who cares about that!
buy! buy! buy!
When only a few people connected to Nian Shutong's nine four-shops, the four wailing resounded in four places in the interstellar world.

"Who? Who is it?"

"It's disgusting! It's even round!"

"Even if you leave some salt?"

"Ten jars of salt, all bought! I'll kill you!"

And Liu Cheng, the mastermind behind all this, was giggling while holding ten jars of salt.

He knew the store a long time ago, so when he didn't get the link, he went to guard it.

The hard work paid off, and he was the first to squat to guard it, and it was still round.

Even if he can't finish it, he still wants to buy it.

Liu Cheng didn't bother with the French fries, he ran downstairs with a jar of salt in his arms.

"Mom! Mom! I made a big discovery!"

"What are you shouting for? You are so big, you are not stable at all." Liu Cheng's mother came out of the training room, wiped her sweat with a towel in her hand, and said with disgust in her eyes:

"Liu Cheng, you better be busy, or else."

"Mom! Look at this salt!"

Liu Cheng handed the salt jar to his mother's eyes at once, and the snow-white and delicate salt grains were reflected in Liu Cheng's mother's eyes.

Mother Liu glanced at Liu Cheng suspiciously. Is this salt?Are you bullying your mother for reading less?
"Mom—it's really salt! Salt that doesn't taste astringent yet!"

No astringency?how is this possible?

Mother Liucheng dipped her fingers in it and put it on the tip of her tongue.

"Give it to me!" Liu Cheng's mother snatched the salt jar, turned around and left.

"I'm going out!"

Liu Cheng shook her head and sighed: Who is not stable?
(End of this chapter)