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Chapter 57 Homestead
"What's the rush?"
Lin An didn't even look up. He gathered the ingredients aside and then dragged out the familiar "Future Store" from the corner.
The screen lights up.
He skillfully navigated to the shopping cart, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard as he typed in a product code.
"The most crucial thing hasn't appeared yet."
Click to pay.
The next second, blinding blue light shot out again from the projection port on top of the machine.
This time, the beam of light covered an extremely large area, almost enveloping most of the room.
As the light faded, a machine about half a person's height appeared in the center of the room.
The entire metal casing is orange, covered with dials of various sizes. The top has a funnel-shaped inlet, and the bottom has a circular outlet tray.
Lin An spread his arms wide and laughed loudly:
"A dorayaki-making machine!"
Just as he was about to enthusiastically introduce the machine's functions and usage, a blue afterimage swept past him.
Doraemon had somehow rushed to the side of the machine, grabbed eggs, flour, honey, milk... from the ground and poured them all into the funnel-shaped feed inlet at the top.
"Dorayaki...dorayaki...dorayaki...hehehe..."
The blue robot cat seemed possessed, muttering the same word over and over, grabbing ingredients faster and faster.
Eggs were thrown in shell and all, flour was scattered all over the table, and the honey jar couldn't be opened no matter how hard it was twisted, so he had to bite it with his teeth in frustration.
"Slow down!"
Lin An panicked and rushed over to salvage the unopened carton of milk, narrowly managing to pull it out from Doraemon's round hand.
Doraemon ignored them and continued to pour the contents of the funnel into it.
The first batch of finished products rolled out of the tray. The golden-yellow crusts were round and plump, with dark brown red bean paste filling in the middle. They were steaming hot, and the sweet aroma filled the room.
Doraemon's eyes are as bright as light bulbs, and he grabs one and stuffs it into his mouth.
"hot!"
Before Lin An could finish speaking, the blue fat boy jumped up, covered his mouth with his round hand, tears welling up in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth began to turn up wildly.
"Delicious! Delicious, delicious, delicious!"
He licked his burned tongue while reaching for the second one.
Lin An looked at his pathetic appearance and felt both annoyed and amused.
Dorayaki continued to roll out of the machine, one after another, piling up like a small mountain on the tray.
Doraemon has stopped talking, his two round hands are outstretched, and his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster's.
When the last dorayaki was stuffed into his mouth, his chewing finally slowed down.
"call......"
Doraemon slumped to the ground, his two round hands resting on his belly, his eyes half-closed, his face radiating the words "No regrets in this life".
Lin An sat cross-legged opposite him, holding the salvaged carton of milk in his hand. He tore open the packaging, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
Are you full?
Doraemon nodded contentedly, then let out a big burp, his round face slightly flushed.
"Thank you, Lin An."
The voice was soft, but carried a rare solemnity.
Lin An waved his hand dismissively: "It's just a dorayaki, is it really that big of a deal?"
Doraemon didn't answer, he just smiled with his eyes narrowed.
Lin An sighed, no longer dwelling on it, and said:
"Today I took some people to look at furniture, sold a batch, and made 62 yuan."
He said, "Including the 15 yuan borrowed from Old Zhao and the 3 yuan spent on shopping, we still have 44 yuan left, which is enough for us to buy a new house."
The implication is whether or not to move.
Doraemon dreamed for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Living here is fine, but moving to a new place means I need to find a job, and I don't even know if the people around here will like me."
His previous experience of being surrounded and chased by a group of girls at the west gate of Beijing Film Academy left him with considerable psychological trauma.
In the short term, he doesn't want to have any contact with strangers.
Lin An was not surprised by this, nodded, and continued:
"I'll most likely be staying at school for an extended period. Want to come along?"
Doraemon's eyes lit up: "Can I go?"
"We can use the [Invisibility Potion]," Lin An said.
Doraemon did the math, then shook his head with a pained expression:
"【Invisibility Potion】costs 2,000 points per bottle and can only be used a few times, what a waste."
Besides, there's not much for him to do at school. He can't just sit in the corner of the classroom and daydream while Lin An is in class, can he?
"I'll stay home and study the appliances of your time."
Doraemon said, "Perhaps we can find a systematic upgrade method."
As a cat-like robot from the 22nd century, he is well aware of the true value of the phrase "technology changes the world".
In the past, he had neither money nor time, but now that he has accumulated some initial capital, he can do some things he wants to do.
Lin An had no objection to this, but simply instructed:
"Don't expose us, don't blow up the house."
Doraemon nodded slightly, then, as if remembering something, said:
"I can simply convert the space next door into a studio. With just one noise absorber, I can work from home."
"Then you'll have to sleep in the same room as me?" As an adult, Lin An instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he probably wouldn't be staying at home in the future, so he hesitated.
"...Alright then."
Lin An looked around and said with a wry smile:
"Since we're moving, let's remodel the room. Hmm, we could buy a four-poster bed at the store."
Doraemon interjected, "I want an air purifier."
Lin An counted his points and said that none of them were a problem. "Then I'll also get a sleep pillow."
He remembered that the pillow was labeled: Ultimate Comfort.
I can't wait to try it.
Doraemon nodded repeatedly, his eyes lighting up:
"Let's get started now. I have a four-dimensional pocket, so I can move things very quickly."
Lin An had no objection and added:
"Come back to the factory on Longgang Road with me tomorrow, and we'll pack up the extra furniture."
It's really unsafe to have so much priceless furniture piled up in the factory!
Doraemon doesn't care much about furniture:
"We also need to buy ingredients for dorayaki; let's buy more this time."
It's such a waste to leave a dorayaki-making machine unused!
And so, the human and the cat kept making their demands, and finally, they both burst into sly laughter.
The life of the rich must be so wonderful!
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Building 14, Dengshikou West District.
Lin's mother tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Lin's father opened his eyes and comforted him:
"Alright, we'll see the boss tomorrow, stop worrying about it."
Lin's mother pursed her lips and turned to look at her husband:
"Should we buy something?"
After thinking for a moment, Lin's father shook his head and said, "We're all family, why be so formal?"
Lin's mother slapped him irritably and said angrily:
"You, Lin Yuan, your son is struggling all alone out there, and you don't even care! I was blind to marry you!"
Seeing that someone was about to bring up old grievances again, Lin's father could only say helplessly:
"Alright, alright, go ahead and buy it if you want. But don't make it too expensive, or he might overthink it."
Lin's mother hummed in agreement, and began to think about what Lin An would like.
But she soon found herself in a dilemma because she didn't know what Lin An liked.
That child is really easy to raise. He has hardly made any demands since he was a child. The only time he made any demands was a few months ago when he said he wanted to "get into film and television".
Thinking about this, Lin's mother reflected on herself and realized that she hadn't cared enough about her son, and didn't even know his preferences.
Well, it's not that I don't know.
Her son gets quite excited whenever he sees money and beautiful women...