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.
Like everyone else, Ali sat on the floor and put injera and sauce on a large 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 pancake, 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 oatmeal noodles in the information. He dipped it in the sauce and tasted it. It was quite sour.
He secretly thought that if some noodle base was added after the dough is fermented, like in China, the taste might be better. It would feel soft and soft when eaten, a bit like a steamed cake.
Injera is usually eaten with 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 side dishes are placed on the other three sides. Several people sit together. There are side dishes in a stainless steel basin in the middle. Injera can also be eaten with side dishes, including curry.
, mashed potatoes, mayonnaise, bean paste and local vegetables, evenly spread on the cake according to the portion, the color is bright.
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 your hands must not touch your mouth, because this is food shared by everyone, otherwise it will be considered unclean. It will affect everyone's appetite and is a very impolite behavior.
Old Kuba's granddaughter, sixteen-year-old Wallis, has been secretly looking at Ali. This tall man, among a group of locals, is as conspicuous as a camel that has broken into the herd. He has a tall figure and a curly knot.
The muscles made Hua Lisi blush and her heart beat.
After a hearty breakfast, the men began to work. The women fetched water and clay and began to knead the clay with their 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 and looked carefully. His house looked like a wicker house. The vines were all dark red and looked 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 this girl for the first time. The people here in the Horn of Africa are not black, but mulatto. They are the mixed descendants of blacks and Arabs.
After all, there is a narrow strait across the Arabian Peninsula. On the opposite side 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-colored skin, soft long hair, and amazing beauty. The Horn of Africa is a country that produces international supermodels.
Black pearls are widely loved by countries all over 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 thought for a moment and said.
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. There are not too many condiments added, 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 the time it gets dark, Ali's house has been built. However, the clay inside and outside has not dried yet, and the house is very humid. It needs natural drying in the shade.
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 his work, Ali immediately began to fulfill his promise. Now, it is very important for him to gain the trust of others. Only when the people around him trust him, will they slowly gather around him.
When each person was given two one-dollar bills, 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 they had a very good meal today, they felt that Ali, who had just arrived, was a good person and a friend worth making. His generosity and trustworthiness were recognized by everyone.
Yang Fan and Yaoguang were also observing Ali through the virtual display screen. This is the first customized biochemical man. His level is the lowest among biochemical humans. His strength, intelligence, and abilities are only equivalent to
An officer at the battalion level.
"It's a good start. It seems like he can fit in here, but 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 her flirtatious looks were given 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 a body. 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 just needs to recreate his body, and then download the memory and
Self-awareness is all it takes.”
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 you die and cannot be copied, and you arrange a new biochemical person, then the influence of this person will also disappear. The money spent on him before is equivalent to throwing it into the water. And an unkillable person will cause extreme damage to the enemy.
Big fear.
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 from the air raid on the house in front. Who would come here so late? Ali thought strangely.
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