Durin's Diary

Chapter 869: And Have Fun

I still remember when I was a child, my mother had a small notebook with curled corners, which was full of content that you couldn’t understand.

I also remember that my mother would take it out from time to time and flip through the oil-stained pages. They would rustle in the kitchen from time to time, and occasionally they would be turned over in the living room.

"How about I make sweet and sour pork ribs for you today?" Sometimes, the mother would put down the notebook and ask her young daughter this.

Whenever this happens, you always smile and say yes, because the sweet and sour pork ribs are really delicious, and also because it is the taste of hometown, full of childhood memories, which are memories that time cannot take away.

Later, when you grew up, you used to be a little girl sitting at the table waiting for your parents to serve the dishes, but now you have become a little woman who cooks for others. From being the person waiting for delicious food to being the person who cooks the food, you are happy with this change of identity.

Every time at this moment, the chirping of cicadas during the summer vacation when you were fifteen years old suddenly flooded into the kitchen. That day, you followed your mother to learn how to make spare ribs for the first time. That day, your mother held her little daughter's hand and took you to the vegetable market, telling you to pick the ribs three inches below the collar bone, because the ribs there were the most delicious.

After work, every time you come home, you will blanch the fresh ribs from the research center's farm in a pot of cold water.

At this time, you will melt the rock sugar into syrup in a small pot. The golden syrup will always attract children. They will look at the golden syrup in the small pot in the young mother Sun's hand with curiosity, attracted by the taste and captured by the sweetness.

At this moment, you finally understand why your mother insisted on using a small pot - because only in this way can the boiling hot sweetness gather at the bottom of the pot, making every child who sees it yearn for the delicious taste.

It also allows them to forget their past of living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

In the big pot, drain the blanched ribs, deal with the water in the pot, wipe the pot clean and pour in oil, put the ribs in, and fry over low heat until the surface is golden brown, or slightly charred, just to force out excess fat.

The children stared at your performance with wide eyes. To them, you are the most powerful person in this huge base because you are the only magician who can create delicious food every day.

When the time comes, you can imitate your mother and pour vinegar along the edge of the pot. When the white mist rises, children with a sensitive sense of smell will start sneezing uncontrollably because of the acetic acid.

By the time the sauce is collected, the bubbling sound from the cauldron continues. At this time, there are always those anxious little creatures from the EU artificial organism research team who can't wait to sneak a taste, only to be tapped on the back of your hand with a wooden spoon.

The Zhulongzi you created would always look at the cauldron with curiosity, watching the amber color of the sugar coating surrounding the meat gradually transform into a bright red like a date. When the sweet and sour taste was sniffed by the grassland elves, their stomachs would always rumble.

But children know that you are not like others, and their patience will always be rewarded.

When the food is ready and the children sit down to eat the home-cooked dishes with rice and happily discuss today's work, you will also sit down and enjoy the warmth of home with them.

If one of your colleagues comes to you with a bowl of rice shamelessly, you will always smile and give him a bowl of rice.

However, the presence of such colleagues sometimes doesn't bring about a joyful reunion. You also understand that since graduating from the Life Sciences program at Southern University of Science and Technology and joining the Huaxia New Life Research Group, you are no longer the harmless little girl in your mother's eyes.

You are Sun Guanzhi, number 10001, and you are the leader of the Huaxia group in the tenth cooperative ecosystem.

It was a wonderful era when mankind achieved unity, broke free from gravity for the first time, and left the solar system.

The combination of the Chinese New Life Project and the EU Artificial Biology Project stems from a political system. Honestly, many in the Chinese New Life Project don't have a favorable impression of the Europeans, as they're too radical. While the Chinese New Life Project has created creatures like individual Candle Dragons and grassland elves, the EU Artificial Biology Project has already created all sorts of bizarre life forms, which they treat like slaves.

While you are making delicious food for new lives like children, those poor creatures created in the Western Land cannot even get enough to eat. All this is just because they are experimental subjects and their ability to resist hunger needs to be tested.

In your eyes, the Zhulong species and the similar dragon races, or the green-skinned beastmen and other beastmen with only horns and ears, or the ugly so-called alien species, are all children created by you. Since they are children, they should always be provided with food, clothing and other necessities.

Until one day, your children saw a horrifying scene in the corridor between two training rooms - your European colleagues were abusing their own kind.

Everyone looks similar and is of similar height and length, but they are only separated by a corridor. Your children are well fed and warmly clothed, while their children are covered in scars, and some are even blind.

Just because your child enjoys the love from Mother Sun, while those children are just experimental subjects.

Therefore, their destinies took completely different paths.

You once thought that you must find a way to rescue all the children. In the end, you decided to release all the "experimental subjects" into the half-built ecosystem, at least to get them out of the clutches of your "colleagues".

Your compatriots agreed with this method because it was the only method that could make those lunatics agree and compromise.

But there are unforeseen circumstances.

You looked at the skeleton leaning against the cabinet at your feet. There were bullet marks on its skull, and the bullet casings on the ground had long since rolled away, and the pistol lying beside it was already covered in rust.

This is your destination.

Fate doesn't show mercy to anyone, does it? Your hand passed over the skull, you wanted to pick it up, but in the end you faced failure again and again as before.

Eventually, you turn your attention to that distant ecosystem.

There, your children's descendants are still surviving, and they are struggling to survive.

There are also anonymous people from another world helping you.

You are very much like someone I knew in another world. She was also so innocent and kind, thinking that as long as she made sacrifices, she would gain something. But I still have to say that if I hadn't come, your sacrifice would have been of no value.

I still remember him saying that and you laughed happily.

I haven't been waiting for you...

A mother who wanted her children to survive, hasn't she got what she wanted?

(End of this chapter)