Raising a Bun with a Daily Life System - MTL

Chapter 87: Variation Small Package

The silver panel has a clear handwriting: "Second-level parcel production materials: three first-level parcels."

I didn't expect this guy to be self-synthesizing. This way, you can make a more advanced package without looking for materials. You don't know if the secondary package can also be combined with a third-level package.

It seems that it is necessary to speed up the finishing process.

Because there is no other person around the asteroid, Yuanxi decided to simply give the small parcels a second-level parcel, so that his iron box can also make a lot of places, just for whitening. Spar.

The whole process was also easy and simple. The recipe and three small parcels were put into the workbench. Then all the small packages in the iron box piupiupiu disappeared. Looking at the plaque that was suddenly vacant, Yuanxi really had a kind of openness. I feel that there is even an illusion of unloading the package.

Of course, this is the complete illusion. He carries a full iron box all day, and there is no weight at all.

This working time is quite long and takes two hours. Even if there is a shortening time for sapphire, it still takes an hour. It seems that the recipe is different and the time is different.

The workbench was ringing, and Yuanxi was in a good mood. He turned his head and looked at Ye Heng, and found that Ye Hengzheng looked at the front and seemed to be thinking about things.

However, Yuanxi just looked at him, and he took his eyes back and looked at Yuanxi.

Yuanxi hesitated a moment and asked: "Is there something?" Asking him to export is somewhat uncomfortable. Although he is somewhat curious, he is not a person who likes to follow the roots. Everyone has something to worry about. Nothing is necessary. Been to ask.

He just wanted to add a sentence, Ye Heng has indulged, and took him to talk.

"It's something..."

Ye Heng's voice is very special. When he does not deliberately raise it, it is kind of low, slightly hoarse, very magnetic. His speed is not slow, but his words are clear. Hey, let the listeners feel that it is a pleasure.

Ye Heng said a lot, and all of them are things that Yuanxi doesn't understand, about politics, about the family, about the Congress and the Senate, and the grievances between his uncle and the current president.

In fact, he did not have to say to Yuanxi to listen to, but now he has said nothing, Yuanxi was a little surprised at first, and then quietly looked at Ye Heng, listening calmly.

He knows that Ye Heng does not want him to give advice, nor is he negotiating with him. This is entirely about telling, and at the same time he is clearing his own thinking.

What Yuanxi needs to do is just listen.

Yuanxi understood this very well, so he listened very seriously and gave Ye Heng a perfect space, and his heart was very comfortable. This part of Ye Heng is something he does not understand, but Ye Heng is willing to show it to him, not blindly.

There are so many differences between the two of them, but the two people get along with each other. It is not just a fixed mode of communication and negotiation. Telling and listening like them is also a way to get along with them.

Harmony and ease, but also let each other fully understand each other.

An hour unconsciously passed, the workbench stopped working, Ye Heng also stopped. He smiled slightly and clenched Yuanxi's hand and whispered, "Thank you."

Yuanxi was a little embarrassed: "I have nothing to thank, I have nothing to say."

Ye Heng laughed and said nothing.