Li Sinian talked endlessly about her talent in music.

The Berliner Eight were so fed up with hearing this that they had to pour cold water on him: "Unless your talent is the same as Beethoven's, it's probably unrealistic to get admission based on this exception."

What kind of era are we in now? The common people are not even satisfied with the basic needs of food and clothing. Can art be something that can be eaten?

Unless you are artistically talented, you will not be taken seriously.

"Isn't this okay? Why is it so easy for others to do something, but so hard for me to do something?" Li Sinian felt aggrieved. She felt that she, a time-traveling woman, was too aggrieved. Although she had

Space also has many original creations from later generations, but I have never been able to put them to use.

Berlin Badao: "I heard from my ninth brother that your cooking is delicious. I wonder if I have a chance to taste it."

After experiencing a lot of setbacks, Li Sinian now understands that those time-travel novels in the past were all written by very young girls. Those girls themselves had little life experience, and most of them were in college. Their world

Compared with the real world, it seems extremely shallow.

If you really do it like the female pig's feet they wrote about, 80 to 90 percent of it is seeking death.

Li Sinian took the village chief's warning last time to heart. If she takes out the things in her own space and gives them to others to eat and drink, she is seeking death.

If you can't use space, then her space is just a storage box. If she wants to live a better life, she must use other things.

Even under the inducement and guidance of Berlin Ba, Li Sinian never thought of using space things to please him. After all, the two of them had not reached that stage yet.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't have anywhere to cook for you."

Berlin Eight probably realized that if he didn't give him some benefit, the other party wouldn't reveal such important information easily.

Although Li Sinian looks like an idiot, he is quite cautious in this regard.

"If you are willing, I do have a place. You know my mother passed away relatively early. I have been in the military camp since I was a child, or eating in the compound canteen. I really want to taste the taste of home." Berlin Eight.

It seems very sincere.

Li Sinian: "Okay."

You don’t need to use space to produce food. In fact, your own cooking skills are also very high, so you should be able to make it taste like home.

After making an appointment to wait in the woods outside the military camp, Bolinba turned around and drove a jeep to pick up Li Sinian at the agreed place. The two of them drove together to a small farmyard not far from the town.

There is a trace of light rain floating in the sky. In this cold winter, rain is a colder thing than snow.

The winter rain mixed with some snow, and it seemed to freeze immediately when it hit the face, but there was no ice like the dripping water in the Northeast. Because of his poor health, Berlin 8 has always been afraid of the cold. He only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but cough.

A few sounds.

Although Li Sinian was wearing a large cotton-padded jacket outside, he was also wearing warm clothes, warm trousers, woolen sweaters, woolen trousers, and the shoes under his feet were also very warm.

When the cold wind blew, her little face turned red, not plateau red, but white with pink. Although there was a little scar on the corner of her mouth, she still looked crystal clear, completely different from most girls nowadays.
Chapter completed!