Randomly Crying to a Passerby

I was deceived and kidnapped in my previous life, but I am farming in this life. Fang Cisheng, a graduate student at the Agricultural University, was planting corn conscientiously in the experimental field. Unexpectedly, he encountered a flying pig and fell to the ground while fighting to protect his graduation project. When he opened his eyes again, he was transported to the interstellar era, and a manor space was bound to his body. Fang Cisheng: Farming? This is great—— What a fart! Haven't you had enough at school? The system electronic sound sounded: Dear Master, you can plant crops in the manor and upgrade the manor~ "Oh, you're big." Fang Cisheng said indifferently, "No seed, no promotion, no interest." * In the interstellar age, science and technology are so advanced that even the most important thing, eating, is replaced by nutritional solutions of various flavors. After drinking nutrient solution for three days in a row, Fang Cisheng, an earthling, had a face more bitter than a bitter gourd: "System, are you here? I want to discuss something with you..." By setting eighteen alarm clocks a day to water and harvest vegetables, and carrying a small notebook with him to record the maturity times of different crops, Fang Cisheng finally gave himself a break after months of sleepless nights. Looking at the fields with a bumper harvest, Fang Cisheng stood in the field with his trouser legs rolled up, with dark circles under his eyes, and showed a happy smile like an old farmer. But being able to eat well is not enough. Fang Cisheng, who has a clean face, decided to take a big turn and enter the live broadcast industry to save the food world in this era of desert. ＊ On the first day of broadcasting, Fang Cisheng was on the top list of the live broadcast platform. Passersby looked at Fang Cisheng flipping the cover of the live broadcast and thought it was another sensational anchor. I clicked into the live broadcast room out of curiosity, and as the aroma of food spread, tears flowed from the corners of everyone's mouths. Fang Cisheng makes tofu pudding, barrage: [Anchor, I don't eat spicy food! Don't put the pepper! Put some sugar! Put some sugar! ! ! ! The following person retorted: [Anchor, don't listen to him, the people upstairs are buying candy-beef mixed flavors, listen to me, it's as spicy as it is spicy] [I think we should add marinade] Everyone swallowed while forwarding Fang Cisheng's live broadcast to their relatives and friends. "I can't be left to cry alone." Before watching Fang Cisheng's live broadcast, I had never thought that drinking nutrient solution was such a painful thing. ——By Star Netizen ＊ After countless begging from netizens, Fang Cisheng finally held an offline food festival. In the Star Mansion Building, the Finance Minister plucked up the courage and knocked on the office door of the federal marshal whose reputation spread throughout the four major galaxies: "I know that as the Minister of Finance, I have a heavy responsibility, but tomorrow is the first day of the Blue Star Food Festival. Chef Fang said that he will make roast duck for us to try. I have been craving for roast duck for a long time. Please give me a day off, Marshal." "Who is Chef Fang?" The person opposite looked up from the document. "There is a very famous anchor on Xingwang recently, named Fang Cisheng. His live broadcast room is..." The finance minister shared a link to the other party. The marshal nodded expressionlessly, and the next second, a series of dazzling special effects that belonged to the big brother on the list floated across the live broadcast room. [Blue Star Chef Fang's "Guardian" enters the live broadcast room] Holding a food festival? He actually has activities that he, the first one on the list, doesn't know about? Well, it seems that there is still a shortage of krypton, gold and krypton. The finance minister on the side looked expectant: "So can I have a day off tomorrow?" "... Okay." The marshal nodded with a cold face. Mission: Self-reliance and hard work