Farming Together wIth Interstellar People

[Ohhh, stick close.
Super close…]

[Stick and rub a little! Can’t wait to go back and open a gift bag hehehe!]

By this time, Wen Chen’s mind had been seduced by this amazing game.
Fortunately, the production of popcorn had reached the end.
He just needed to wiggle the pot once it came out of the oven.
He wiggled the pot as he continued to ask questions.
“This game sounds fun, why haven’t I ever heard of it before?”

[It’s been out for less than a week, so it’s normal that you haven’t heard of it, anchor.]

[Are there quests in it that require fighting monsters? I’m not very good at fighting, and I’ve only played games a few times before because I couldn’t beat the monsters and couldn’t play anymore.]

[Uh…This is not easy to say, but anyway, there are none.
The main activity inside is farming.
If you have nothing to do, you can lie on the grass to rest.
Kinda, well…carefree! And, oh, I tell you, after entering the game, I feel as if my temper has become better, no one fights.]

The deeper the questions, the more excited Wen Chen was about the game, finally, he could not help but ask the mouth, “Then I want to play!”

If he could, he’d register a game account after he got off the air.

Not only was it Wen Chen, but the original fans of Wen Chen in the live room were also silently waiting for these players’ answers.
Their previous exchange of questions and answers were all seen, and they were equally interested in that amazing game.

A game where one could make food freely.
As food lovers, how could they not aspire to it?

However, to their disappointment, the question was given a negative answer.

[Oops.
Don’t think about this for now.
The game designer is using an E class virtual reality game builder, with only a maximum of 500 players.
These spots were snatched up in one day.
I was lucky to grab one, this is simply the most wise decision I have ever made in my life!]

[Yes, yes.
Many people in the Virtual Reality Game Design Competition forum are envious of us.
By the way, I forgot to mention that this game was entered in the competition, and according to my deduction, this game will definitely explode in the future.
More and more people will want to enter this game.
If you guys are interested, you must pay more attention to the opening of the game quota, ah.]

[Yes, yes, yes, that’s it! When the time comes, you grab the game quota, come to the game to find me.
My game name is ‘Indefinite Future.’ Then I will treat you to white flour steamed buns.
Ah, how much is enough?!]

[What’s going on little brother? The anchor taught us the practice of popcorn, you’re inviting people to eat white buns? How to say you also have to put all the delicious arrangements on ah!]

[Hey, it’s not just white bun now…]

Looking at the pop-ups, Wen Chen’s heart burst with joy.
The loss of not being able to enter the game immediately also dissipated a few points.
He smiled and said, “Thank you.
If there is a chance for me to enter the game, I will make delicious food in the game to treat you.”

These words sparked an enthusiastic response, and the new fans who learned how to make popcorn brushed off another wave of gifts as promised before they exited the broadcast room satisfied.

Towards the game, punch the duck!

After the broadcast, Wen Chen and the original fans together went to find the ‘Carefree Farmstead’ home page, found that the game quota was really in the “0” state, the message at the opinion book was full of tears, begging to increase the game quota, of complaints, and very empathetic.

After he inexplicably brushed the messages for almost half an hour, Wen Chen’s desire to enter the game became even stronger, and he also left a message before he reluctantly quit.
He saved the page belonging to the comment book into his daily favorites, and decided to brush them every day when he had nothing to do.
Maybe one day he would be lucky and just happen to brush the game’s designer and ask to increase the number of game slots?

As he was about to quit Starnet when, by some miracle, he moved his eyes to the official forum of Virtual Reality Game Design Competition.
When he clicked in, he saw a certain post.

[Hahahahaha! I finally made a corn cake! I’ve eaten it! It’s not poisonous, if you dare to try it.
Plus it tastes 10,000 times better than the real one!]

Several exclamation marks in succession, expressed the excitement of the posters.
Wen Chen first presumed that the corn cake mentioned in the title and the viewers of the live broadcast were talking about the same thing, that is, the poster was also playing the game Carefree Farmstead.

By the time Wen Chen reacted, he had already clicked into the post.
The first thing under the title was a close up screenshot of the legendary “corn cake”.

The snow-white round plate held a piece of unknown burnt black things.
You could see the obvious evidence of grain, and carefully identify them, that in their last life they should be corn kernels.
The edge was uneven and wavy, while also more black and hard than the central area.

Wen Chen frowned, his intuition was that this was not the real appearance of a corn cake.

The bottom of the post was filled with other users laughing away.

[Pfft!!! Compared to the one big brother made, it is not the same, only irrelevant.
OP, you actually have the nerve to say that this is corn cake?]

[Haha, the owner of this big talk.
Love it.
Love it.]

[The owner’s courage is touching! If you are still alive, squeal, ah…]

All in all, those who had played the game wrote replies that did not agree that the thing in the owner’s photo was a corn cake.
Even if the latter jumped up and down to reply that they were guaranteed to be true and trustworthy, no one took his words to heart.
They laughed a lot, and soon entered the game to work on their own.

Wen Chen silently read the post, and his mood was particularly subtle.
If it was him, he would be able to produce good-looking and delicious food, not like the picture in the post.
Just looking at it made his appetite drop.

It was a pity…So many players grabbed the game qualification, but how come there wasn’t one for him? QAQ! It’s so enviable!

What happened in Wen Chen’s food broadcast room and the follow-up, also happened in other food anchors.
The food anchors, in particular, were wailing in their hearts, thinking that this game and their profession were simply a perfect match for each other.

Bai Li, who was the designer of the game, knew nothing about it.
He came out of the game, fixed himself up a little and took Supreme out to familiarize himself with the neighborhood.
Suddenly he sneezed a few times as he circled around and returned home.

“Meow?” Supreme looked at his human, in concern.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Bai Li touched the head of the little kitten in his arms, saw how the tips of his ears twitched, and wondered in his heart whether the original soul’s body was not very good, and that he’d accidentally caught a cold after walking outside for a little half a day?

Feeling the trickle of faith power that was constantly moving towards him, Bai Li drove his latent grass and wood clear spirit of Qi around in a circle.
Sure enough, he felt refreshed and more comfortable.
Supreme also followed the excitement.
The small body in his arms arched, the nose shrugged, as if he was looking for something, his round cat eyes filled with suspicion.

Strange, he had just felt a very comfortable sensation on the human’s body, how did it disappear all of a sudden?

Bai Li already knew that Supreme had a reaction to the grass and wood clear spirit qi.
He thought that no matter what, he couldn’t starve the child, so he gathered some on his fingertips and reached towards his head.
Then he remembered the previous scene where he was licked, so he quickly put his hand on Supreme’s head and just as quickly withdrew his hand.

Supreme was so happy that he went “Mimi! Mimi! Mimi!” and didn’t even notice the psychological changes in the human.

Both the cat and the man were satisfied.

Bai Li was about to open the door to enter the house, when he heard a slight click from behind him.
He subconsciously turned around to meet his neighbor across the street.

It was a boy who was not that old.