"Xiagawa, have you figured it out? Why did you get up so late today?"
When Xiangchuan walked out of the room and stretched out half his head from the handrail, the first thing he saw was the SF-filled screen downstairs just now - it should be said that it was Xiangqi on the terminal urging him to go downstairs for dinner. Now he was also Staring at his terminal screen, he was typing something on the floating transparent keyboard. The speed of his hand reminded Xiangchuan of the accountant assigned to his company during the financial report summary period.
From the moment he walked out of the room, Kagawa was sure that he was definitely not on the earth where he was working as a worker and struggling for wages. The room was decorated with hanging paintings and unfamiliar decorations. The dining room downstairs looked like the four-person building in her hometown. The room is two or three times the size of the first floor. Although the table in the middle is not the unscientific-looking Western dining table in the TV series, but a relatively normal round table that can seat seven or eight people, there are piles of food on the rotating dinner plate in the center. The soup cans and utensils made her feel like she was getting ready for the Chinese New Year instead of getting ready for breakfast.
She walked down the stairs hesitantly, secretly looking at her "brother" and "sister" sitting at the dining table.
When he just took out the casual clothes from the closet, Xiangchuan was still wondering if his own wardrobe had also traveled through time with him. The style of the clothes in the closet was the same as those commonly seen in the original world, but there seemed to be some subtle differences in materials. Now look at the loose T-shirt and jeans of "Xiangqi" and the small suspenders and denim skirt of "Xiangxue". Kagawa is unifying the aesthetics of this world with the original world. He does not have to change the moment he travels back because of the aesthetic differences. While he was relieved to become a "fashion leader", he couldn't help but complain about the disconnect between the SF worldview and the casual wear of the 21st century.
"Brother Xiangqi, Xiaoxue, morning."
Xiangchuan said hello, hesitated, and sat in the empty seat between the two. Seeing that there were no strange reactions from the two, he felt relieved.
The moment she sat on the chair, a set of tableware rose up from the dining table in front of her. She placed the cup on the circular pattern on the right based on muscle memory, and then a slender faucet-shaped steel pipe stretched out in front of the cup. Pour water into it. Kagawa carefully picked it up and took a sip. Fortunately, it was ordinary purified water, without the imagined smell of organic oil or additives described in SF novels.
"Sister Xiangchuan, forget it, I'm starving to death."
Xiangxue turned off the terminal screen with a wave of her hand and stretched her body lazily.
"Sorry, sorry, I slept late last night." Xiangchuan looked around, "Where are my parents? They haven't come down yet?"
"I told you not to read novels all the time at night. What if you get up early and are late for school next week?" Xiang Qi also closed the terminal screen, "My parents went out early in the morning, and today the big guys from the first ship group are going to Come to inspect, mom will go over to receive you, and dad will go to the company to arrange it."
"……oh."
Kagawa nodded numbly.
When she was just reorganizing her common sense about this world in her mind while changing clothes, she was surprised to find that in the original world, her parents, who had been busy all their lives in small shops in rural towns, actually held important positions here, and her mother was A retired veteran actor is now the director of the cultural bureau of the Immigration Ship Group, and his father has become the chairman of a large company of the Immigration Ship Group.
Does the contrast have to be so big? The canteen couple became high-level officials in politics and business in a different world?
Are they the ones who really traveled through time?
I took a look at the family photo hanging on the wall of the restaurant. The mother in the photo was not the unkempt person she remembered working in the canteen warehouse. Now she has a neat and capable short haircut, and her eyebrows are a little more majestic. My father is not here either. The front desk of the store was busy looking for people to get back money, and he took some time to quietly learn how to use his mobile phone to scan codes to pay. He was a thin man with black hair slicked back and a suit and tie. He really looked like a successful person.
Now that both my parents have become successful people,... does that mean that I can live my life and wait to die?
The word "lie down" came to Xiangchuan's mind.
Gu...
The growling of her stomach interrupted her random thoughts. The faces of Xiang Qi and Xiang Xue on both sides were full of banter, which made her feel embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, let's eat quickly. I'll make my sister hungry."
Xiangxue smiled mischievously and pressed the food-preparing button on the table. The soup pot and steel pot on the table automatically dropped to the same height as an ordinary dinner plate.
You actually have to pick up the food manually these days? Kagawa, who had begun to adapt to this SF worldview because of the "common sense" in his mind, now started to have a brainstorm again.
"Xiaochuan, there is your favorite fish noodle soup today."
Xiangqi said, picking up her sister's soup bowl, opening the lid of the pot in front of her, and filling her a full bowl with the large spoon next to her.
"Wow, thank you brother...brother...?"
Out of the memory of his childhood muscles, Kagawa subconsciously thanked him coquettishly and took the bowl with both hands, but his voice became quieter when he put it in front of him.
What's this?
Xiangchuan looked at the off-white soup in the bowl in disbelief. After scooping it out with a spoon, he realized that it was just paste. Could it be sesame paste? She put her nose up and smelled it. There was no peculiar smell, but there was no fragrance either. Then she "remembered" that the food on the immigration ship had basically achieved 100% tasteless effect after processing, but the smell... she "thought" "After looking around, I couldn't remember what the taste of this thing was.
"Sister Xiangchuan, what's wrong? If you don't eat it, the soup will get cold."
Xiangxue looked at her curiously and took sips of the gray-white soup into her mouth with great enjoyment, as if she was eating some delicacy in the world.
"Huh? Nothing, then I'll start eating."
Xiangchuan smiled disapprovingly and put the spoonful of gray-white soup into his mouth.
For a moment, she felt that all the pores on her body were about to open, and her brain felt numb. The next second, she almost instinctively rushed to the kitchen sink and smeared it clean with the water she had just drank.
Xiangchuan felt that she was not drinking fish soup just now, but taking a sip of smelly water full of fishy smell. The smell seemed to be the same smell that she smelled when she went to the vegetable market with her mother and passed by the trash can near the fish stall when she was a student. Thinking of this, she vomited even more.
"Xiaochuan? Xiaochuan! Are you okay?"
"Sister Xiangchuan, are you okay? Don't scare me."
The concerned voices of Xiangqi and Xiangxue sounded behind them. They were frightened when they saw Xiangchuan suddenly changed his face after drinking the soup and rushed to the sink to vomit. They hurriedly followed him.
"Xiaochuan, are you feeling unwell? Or was there something wrong with the fresh fish noodle soup just now?"
Xiangqi asked. After he filled the soup for Xiangchuan, he also scooped a bowl. It was okay to drink it just now, and the same was true for Xiangxue, but Xiangqi, his favorite drink at ordinary times, had something abnormal, which made him very strange. .
"Xiangqi...Brother...what was that soup made of just now?"
Kagawa rinsed his mouth with water and asked hoarsely.
"Huh? Isn't it just fish and noodles? Beat the fish meat into a pulp and mix it with the flour batter."
Xiangqi thought over and over again and replied.
"……that's all?"
Xiangchuan said in disbelief. Logically speaking, this should be similar to the grain and fish noodles in the original world, right? If it wasn't just fish balls, how could it taste like this?
"Yes, fresh fish noodle soup is the most popular staple food of all major immigration ships, and it is also the most representative food of dad's company. And unlike the ones outside, it is freshly made here."
Xiangxue said proudly.
"Well……"
The freshly cooked ones all have this taste, so wouldn’t those fast food ones sold outside be even better...
Kagawa now feels that traveling to the future world does not seem to be a good thing.
