Injera is the staple food, the most important food here.
Families here usually eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Having enough injera pancakes to eat is what they consider happiness.
Ali, like everyone else, sat on the floor and put injera and sauce on a big plate. Two large wooden bowls contained boiling camel milk and black tea.
Injera is a traditional staple food in Ethiopia with a history of 3,000 years. It looks like a big pancake and tastes sour.
Injera is made from a plant called teff.
"Teff" looks similar to wheat, is smaller than sesame, and has a low yield.
The locals grind the teff into powder, add water, mix it into noodles, spread it out in a bamboo basket, ferment and steam it into a thin flatbread, like a pancake, with many small air holes on it.
Ali picked it up with his hands and observed it repeatedly. It felt very similar to the noodles in the information. I dipped it in the sauce and tasted it, it was quite sour.
He secretly thought that if some noodle base was added after proofing, like in China, the taste would be better. It feels soft when you eat it. Some are like cakes.
Eating injera is usually accompanied by a sauce. A common sauce is a local mildly spicy sauce called "wot", which is added with eggs, chicken nuggets, beef, mutton or vegetables.
On the plate, the pancake is folded and placed in one corner, and the side dishes are placed on the other three sides. Several people sat together. There are side dishes in a stainless steel basin in the middle. Injera can also be eaten with side dishes. The side dishes include curry, mashed potatoes, mayonnaise, bean paste and local vegetables. They are evenly spread on the cake and colorful.
When eating injera, you can only use your right hand to tear off a small piece of dough, then wrap it with your favorite ingredients, and then put it in your mouth.
It should be noted that hands must not touch the mouth, because this is food shared by everyone, otherwise it will be considered unclean. It affects everyone's appetite and is a very impolite behavior.
Old Kuba's granddaughter, sixteen-year-old Wallis, has been secretly watching Ali. This tall man stood out among a group of locals like a camel that had strayed into a herd of sheep. The tall figure and gnarled muscles made Hua Lisi blush and her heart beat.
After eating a hearty breakfast, the men began to work. The woman brought water and clay and began to mix the clay with her feet.
By noon, the wooden frame of the house was ready, as were the walls and ceiling made of shrubs and vines.
Ali stood up and walked around, looking carefully. His house looked like a wicker house. These vines are all dark red and look very strange.
With the basic structure of the house completed, everyone began to rest under the shade of a tree while waiting for lunch to be ready.
Hua Lisi came to Ali a little shyly and asked what to cook for lunch.
Ali took a serious look at the girl for the first time. The people here in the Horn of Africa are not black, but mulatto. They are the descendants of mixed blacks and Arabs.
After all, it is separated from the Arabian Peninsula by a narrow strait. Across the way is Yemen.
Therefore, the girls here have very three-dimensional facial contours, straight nose bridges, and big eyes, which are very attractive. They have chocolate skin, long soft hair, and stunning beauty. The Horn of Africa is a country that produces international supermodels. The black pearls produced here are widely loved by countries around the world.
Unfortunately, Ali disappointed Wallis. Ali seemed to have no interest in her and only communicated with her politely.
"Buy a sheep. Let's have roast sheep for lunch and make some fufu. Let's have banana rice in the evening," Ali said after thinking for a moment.
Fufu is a direct translation of the pronunciation of fufu, which is a staple food for people in West and Central Africa. Somalia's fufu is a staple food made of cornmeal, without adding too many condiments, and the taste is pure cornmeal. It needs to be eaten with sauce, otherwise it will be difficult to swallow. It can also be eaten with other dishes.
By nightfall, Ali's house had been built. It's just that the clay inside and outside has not dried yet, and the house is very humid. Requires natural shade drying.
Given the dry climate here, and it's the dry season now, it will probably be completely dry within two or three days.
After finishing the work, Ali immediately began to fulfill his promise. Now, it is very important for him to gain people's trust. Only when the people around him trust him, will they slowly gather around him.
Each person was given two one-dollar bills, and the black people immediately burst into laughter, singing and dancing happily. The workers who came to do the work were very satisfied. Because, everyone received two small green pieces of paper.
Because I ate very well today. They felt that Ali, who had just arrived, was a good person and a friend worth making. His generosity and credibility were recognized by everyone.
Yang Fan and Yao Guang were also observing Ali through the virtual display screen. This is the first custom-made cyborg. His level is the lowest among cyborgs. His strength, intelligence, and ability are only equivalent to those of a battalion-level officer.
"It's a good start. It seems like he can fit in here. I'm worried too much." Yang Fan said with a smile.
"It's a pity that girl is pretty good-looking, but it's a pity that she gave her flirtatious looks to a blind man."
Yao Guang curled his lips and said: "The biochemical man has no emotions. In fact, he is just an intelligent AI made from a biological body. In the final analysis, he is a robot with flesh and blood. His memory and self-awareness are given by the system. He is not a flesh-and-blood robot. of real human beings.”
Yang Fan suddenly realized a question, "In that case, if he is killed, can he be copied again and his memory and self-awareness downloaded."
"Yes, this is the advantage of biochemical robots. Therefore, in theory, as long as the system's database is kept intact, this person can be resurrected infinitely and cannot be killed at all. Every time he dies, he only needs to recreate his body, and then download the memory and Just be self-aware.”
Yang Fan said happily: "These ten tons of gold are well spent. In this case, our investment in him will not be at risk of wasting money."
If it dies and cannot be copied, and a new biochemical person is arranged, the influence of this person will also disappear. The money spent on him before was like throwing into the water. And a person who cannot be killed will cause great fear to the enemy.
At night, Ali laid a wooden plank on the ground alone, lit a handful of mugwort to smoke out mosquitoes, and prepared to sleep. At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of a car and the shouts of people around him.
Ali sat up and saw the car's headlights flashing past the airstrike on the house ahead. Who would be here so late? Ali thought strangely.
