How to eat pineapple buns on the immigration ship

Chapter 284 Regulations on the Administration of Permits for the Personal Consumption Processing of Ancient Foods
In the courtyard.

Everyone in Class 8 of Grade 1 and Li Wei had eaten and drunk their fill, and were enjoying a tomato salad to aid digestion.

"By the way, Kagawa, what was the content of the draft cooperation agreement your father just gave you?"

"Ouyang Yating asked."

"Oh right, there's this thing too."

Kagawa slapped his forehead, quickly turned on his screen, and pulled up the document he had just received.

The students from Class 8 of Grade 1 also gathered around, completely surrounding Kagawa.

Kagawa:……

"Why don't you send it to us? I just heard your father say that he could discuss it with us."

Aino, sitting on the other side of Kagawa, was also feeling a bit suffocated from the crowd.

"Okay, spread out a bit, spread out a bit..."

Kagawa waved everyone away while opening the class group chat and sending the document to the group.

After receiving the document, some of the students dispersed, but they remained around the table where Kagawa was sitting. Everyone opened their personal terminals and began to browse the draft.

Kagawa finally had time to open the file, but as soon as he opened it, he was stunned by the title on the first page.

Regulations on the Administration of Permits for the Personal Consumption Processing of Ancient Foods

For personal use? License required?

Can you speak like a human?
Kagawa tried with her not-so-bright brain to translate the title, which seemed like it was just filler, into something she could understand.

She'd seen the term "food processing" a lot these past few months, basically equating it with "cooking" and "food processing." Personal use, simply put, is non-commercial... uh...

—So, in other words... residents are allowed to use ancient recipes to cook?

With this initial guess in mind, Kagawa continued to scroll down the document's screen and began to read the main text at a glance.

In an instant, the once bustling Xiang family courtyard fell completely silent, with only the faint sounds of Da Xing leading Xiao Xing and the others clearing away the dishes.

As the only non-Class 8 member present, Li Wei naturally did not have reading privileges. However, since neither Xiang Weiguo nor Xiang Chuan had avoided him, Li Wei shamelessly continued to sit in the courtyard. When the group of children finished reading the document and began to discuss it, he would naturally know the contents of the new bill that the Third Fleet wanted to promulgate.
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About fifteen minutes later, Kagawa finally looked up from the screen.

At this moment, she saw the confused and surprised expressions on the faces of the students in Class 8 of the first year of high school. Of course, their faces also showed more excitement and eagerness.

"Kagawa, as the primary rights holder of these ancient recipes, what are your thoughts on this draft?"

Squad leader Lu Daiqing adjusted his glasses, which had no prescription, and asked the most crucial question.

"Hmm... I have no objection? Rather, it's that my father actually agreed to accept this draft."

Kagawa rubbed his temples.

This isn't just empty talk; she's always been very generous in granting these recipes, as long as it doesn't affect the family's quality of life.

She went on to say:

"However, I did anticipate that day would come. After all, with the increase in the variety of ingredients and seasonings, we will be able to make more dishes. At that time, Yuexiang Restaurant and school cafeteria alone will definitely not be able to meet the market demand. Therefore, opening it to residents directly through a paid non-commercial license, as proposed in this draft, is also a good option."

Indeed, just as Kagawa had thought, this draft is an agreement and related regulations proposed by the Agriculture Bureau to authorize all residents of the Third Regiment to use the recipes that Kagawa provided to Tsukikyou Restaurant and the cafeterias of various universities for non-commercial purposes in the form of a lease.

The young students in Class 8 of Grade 11, who were addicted to feeding the food, were now as excited as if someone had delivered a pillow to a sleepy person.

"Hey, that's exactly what I was waiting for you to say."

Mandy, the arts and culture committee member, rubbed her fists together, looked at the draft on the screen in front of her with great anticipation, and said excitedly:

"I haven't had enough of practicing chopping and cooking on the escort ship yet. If this draft is passed, I'll definitely let my family taste my cooking skills."

Mandy's words were unanimously agreed upon by the whole class, and everyone's eyes were filled with eager excitement.

"Why go through all this trouble? Why not just let the kitchen AI do it?"

Kagawa looked helplessly at the group of young people who were addicted to cooking.

As soon as she said that, everyone turned to look at Kagawa. Even Levi, who was sitting silently to the side, gleaning key information from the conversations of the surrounding students, couldn't help but turn to look at her.

“Kagawa.” Ouyang Yating gently patted her shoulder and whispered, “Not all kitchen AIs have the same capabilities as those in cafeterias or our home kitchens.”

Liang Gong nodded in agreement: "Most of the kitchen AI commonly used by residents only perform harmless treatment of ingredients and do not have sophisticated operation functions."

Kagawa was taken aback.

She recalled that when they were building their club building and choosing a kitchen AI, Ouyang Yating and Aino seemed to have discussed a similar issue. However, back then, Kagawa was also overwhelmed by the dazzling array of AI devices on the screen, and for convenience, he directly requested to choose the same model as the one in his kitchen.

The price does seem to be quite high...

Now a moderately wealthy woman, Kagawa has somewhat forgotten the pain of losing so much money back then.

Seeing Kagawa's bewildered expression, the students of Class 8 in the first year of high school couldn't help but smile wryly.

When the Bite of China Club was first established, because the president and two of the members were either from noble families or were young masters and ladies from large companies, other classes who didn't know much about ancient food called the Bite of China Club a rich man's club.

Later, Kagawa's behavior was so down-to-earth and easygoing, and with other club members often hanging out with other classmates at the Taste Club's small restaurant, everyone almost forgot that Kagawa was also a rich girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

"cough."

The squad leader cleared his throat, breaking the silence, and explained further to Kagawa:

"Most kitchen AI systems on the market are only capable of processing ingredients. Further processes such as heating, shaping, and seasoning still need to be handled by other equipment or human operation. In the past, kitchens often had equipment for processing solid and liquid foods."

"However, in the past few months, solid and liquid food processing equipment on second-hand websites has taken over most of the market. Some media outlets even reported on this recently. Instead, simple recipes such as vegetable soup that were previously authorized by Kagawa have become common on the dining tables of most residents."

"...I feel a bit guilty towards these equipment manufacturers and such."

Kagawa smiled dryly.

"Don't worry about that. They're currently working incredibly hard to manufacture specialized cooking equipment for the canteens of Yuexiang Group, government agencies, and educational institutions."

This wasn't because Aino suddenly became gentle and wanted to comfort Kagawa; it was simply the truth. After all, their family's various companies had recently planned to purchase some recipe licenses from the Yuexiang Group to supply the employee cafeterias.

"Maybe they've already heard rumors about this draft at home," Aino thought to herself.
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The discussion surrounding the draft continued until nearly ten o'clock. As one after another, the personal terminals of underage teenagers rang, and the urging notices from their parents popped up in front of them. Only then did the kids of Class 8, Grade 1, reluctantly and with many backward glances, get into the taxi they had called through their terminals and leave Kagawa's home.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Yating and her two companions, who were staying at Xiangchuan's house, were also preoccupied with the draft and were discussing it enthusiastically with the students of Class 8. It wasn't until the class dispersed that they realized they had forgotten to watch the new American drama that Xiangxue was broadcasting on her live stream that day.

After expressing their regret, their attention returned to the draft.

After all, if you don't watch American TV shows live, you can catch up on them online later. But having a draft that could change the daily diet of the food processing industry and even the entire Third Fleet, and having these underage high school students involved in making suggestions, is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At this moment, Kagawa noticed that Rive, who had been sitting in the corner of the courtyard as a handsome human-shaped decorative pillar since dinner, was now watching her.

"Brother Liwei, what's wrong?" Kagawa blinked. "Ah, are you worried that those of you who aren't residents of the Third Regiment won't be able to enjoy the benefits of this bill? Uh... how about I have my father ask him for you tomorrow?"

"No need. It's not that I'm worried about that, it's just... I'm wondering if the Third Fleet's Agricultural Bureau and Historical Research Institute have been a bit too radical this time?"

Rivi smiled wryly.

"radical?"

Kagawa tilted her head, wondering if Rivi had used the wrong word.

"In my understanding, ancient historical materials and technologies should be managed uniformly by the Institute of History. Ordinary citizens need the Institute's permission to access and use them, and they also restrict the misuse of technology by issuing various regulations. But like this..."

At this point, he ran out of words.

This is the first time I've ever seen a scene where you can get up close and personal with ancient technology just by paying money.

Kagawa silently finished the second half of Rivi's sentence in his mind.

"Isn't this a good thing? Look how much everyone likes ancient food. Besides, we've already opened restaurants everywhere and authorized school cafeterias. This has laid a good foundation for the current draft, so there's almost no difficulty in promoting it."

"The problem is that there is no difficulty."

"Reeve muttered to himself," he said. Kagawa, positioned nearby, could hear his seemingly muttered words.

Kagawa thought that Rivi was worried about the lack of effective promotion.

Now it seems that his concerns are not directed at the same place as those of the Third Fleet.

Finally, an update! My health has been really woes lately. First, I had tenosynovitis in my left wrist, then a cyst on my leg, and when I applied medication to the cyst, I didn't wash it properly, causing my right hand fingers to swell up too… It's like I've been hit with some kind of "luck -50%" debuff.