Jiang Yao exclaimed in shock: “Isn't that too hentai?!”
"Of course, if everyone finds it too hentai, we can completely abandon making yogurt. This won't have too big of an impact on our lives now, it'll just mean no chilled yogurt and stir-fried yogurt."
"You can even make stir-fried yogurt?!"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Believe it or not, with yogurt and potassium nitrate, I can make it!"
Lin Qianqian excitedly said: "Although we can't have ice cream, being able to have stir-fried yogurt is still a pretty happy thing!"
Ning Shu also nodded: "Sisters, this is a good deal!"
Jiang Yao also couldn't resist the temptation of stir-fried yogurt: "Then...okay!"
"There's another issue..." Shen Bing was a bit troubled: "How should we understand this intestinal extract?"
"It's not poop, is it?!"
"Actually, just twist a cotton swab around inside, then stir it in the sterile milk a few times. That's all."
The girls looked at each other. Although they felt some revulsion, they really couldn't stand passing up stir-fried yogurt.
"What about Guo'er?"
"Should we wake her up?"
"She's sleeping so soundly, I don't have the heart to disturb her!"
"Looking at how she's drooling...drool wouldn't be hard to get."
"What about the other one?"
Qianqian thought for a moment: "I'll do it!"
"Bro Zhe, what are you doing...I wasn't ready..."
Lin Qianqian's voice woke up Tang Xiaoguo. She mumbled with her eyes still closed.
"No, no, no, I'm ready...I'm ready!"
Not knowing what scenario Tang Xiaoguo was dreaming about, she suddenly changed her stance.
Qianqian cautiously reached over. Her fingers felt wet all over.
The slippery feeling was a bit familiar.
It started to hurt if she touched more.
Oh well, this should be enough!
Lin Qianqian dipped her fingers in one of the cups, completing the inoculation.
Different bacterial cultures were inoculated into different cans. Next was to wait.
The nighttime temperature was still in the mid-30s Celsius, suitable for fermenting yogurt. After sleeping through the night, they could see the results.
Everyone drank some more water, used their individual sweat rags, and fanned themselves to sleep in the heat.
August 14th, Sunday, the 66th day stranded on the deserted island!
The first thing everyone did after getting up was to check on the yogurt.
The twenty-odd cups of yogurt had all fermented into different forms. Some gave off a sour, rotten smell, some smelled like rotten bananas, some turned granular, some separated into layers...
Among them, six cups had formed a creamy yogurt texture.
And of those six, one cup's yogurt had fermented the best.
Taking a whiff, it gave off a nice yogurt aroma.
Lu Zhe used a bamboo spoon to scoop a bit and taste it. It was fully creamy and yogurt flavored.
If some sugar or honey was added, then chilled, it would be no different from store-bought yogurt.
"The effect is actually better than I imagined!" Lu Zhe looked at the label, "Why didn't anyone write who inoculated this one?"
Just as Lu Zhe was puzzled, Tang Xiaoguo sat up, grabbed her messy hair, and yelled, "Stinky Lu Zhe, you stood me up again!"
"Tang Xiaoguo what's wrong with you, when did I ever stand you up?"
Tang Xiaoguo looked left and right, as if just waking from a dream: "Oh...I dreamed you stood me up!"
Lu Zhe very innocently said: "Hmph, you're blaming me for something in a dream?"
"I'm hurt, come comfort me..."
"No time!"
"Hey, what are you guys doing?"
Seeing everyone huddled together, Tang Xiaoguo put on her slippers and curiously came over: "What's with all these little bottles?"
"We're researching how to make yogurt."
"Wow, yogurt?" Tang Xiaoguo scooped some from a decent looking cup with her finger and put it in her mouth: "Hmm, not sweet!"
"Because we didn't add honey yet. Adding honey will make the texture much better."
Tang Xiaoguo looked again: "Intestinal extract...what does that mean?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
