I'm cooking in the interstellar

Fang Qingnuan worked hard from the sunny afternoon to the dark night. When she finished packing the last bag of Shaomai, she was shocked to realize that she had unexpected back pain and leg cramps.

Something's wrong, I still feel very hard in the morning, but why do I no longer feel tortured when the workload is heavier in the afternoon?

She tried to clench her fists to awaken her spiritual power, and then she discovered a clue: her spiritual power had been flowing in her body since unknown times, just like the internal power of ancient practitioners!

Different from the previous time when she was deliberately summoned for proficiency training, this time her mental power did not leak out at all. It only paced lazily inside her body, as if she was playing with her cat stick to attract wealth. Its reluctance is clearly felt.

After searching the Star Network for a long time, she saw similar statements in the spiritual exchange forum.

The poster said that she was accidentally injured. She didn't feel any particular pain at first. She was just very tired and sleepy. However, while sleeping, she accidentally discovered that her mental power was secretly healing a large wound... After she woke up, she checked the dream. At the wound site, it was found that there was indeed a bone crack there, but the condition was relatively minor and he only needed to rest for a few days before he could move normally.

From this, she deduced that she might have triggered the passive skill of the spiritual practitioners in the direction of healing - body repair.

At the beginning, only some healing practitioners discussed in the comment area, and everyone even listed some triggering conditions based on their own personal experience.

Unexpectedly, later on, comments from people in the combat field appeared in the post, saying that similar situations had actually happened to them, but the conditions they triggered seemed to be more stringent. Generally, self-healing is only awakened when the body suffers major trauma. ability.

Then, comments that made the post a god appeared. The life direction spiritualists walked in neat steps and appeared in groups holding up the big question marks in their hands: What? Is there such a good thing?

Finally, a world where only those with spiritual power in the direction of life are injured is reached.

The post was from a few years ago, but the latest reply happened today. After flipping through a few pages, Fang Qingnuan discovered that most of the people who had checked in and left messages in recent years were people with a life orientation. They didn’t say much, they just came to vent their little emotions that broke their defenses due to various things, and their emoticons showed off. Fly up.

Although mental power did not help them repair their bodies, it at least allowed them to find a channel to maintain their physical and mental health, which could be regarded as repairing some psychological trauma.

After figuring out the reason, she assumed a meditation pose, sat cross-legged on the sofa with her eyes closed, and "wandered" around her body with her spiritual body. As long as you remember its path, won't you be able to follow the same pattern when you help others check their bodies in the future?

Well, there is currently no one around who can put it into practice, so...

Looking at Lucky, who had woken up and stretched out his limbs to play with the cat scratching post, she showed a smile that made Meow shiver subconsciously.

Hughes: Although it's a good thing, can you please stop laughing so weirdly behind other people's backs? !

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"The anchor 'Sunny Day' has started broadcasting. The theme of this live broadcast is 'Make some desserts to eat'. Come and watch quickly!"

[Husband, I’m really not angry: Our model worker anchor was surprised! ! 】

[Crying little fur ball: Anchor, you have been tired for a long day, do you still have the energy to make desserts? Don’t hold on for us...]

[The tongue doesn’t obey: I received the Shaomai from the anchor in the afternoon, aww, aww, aww, anchor, you are my god! ! ! 】

[abandon: I received mine in the evening. The host packaged it very thoughtfully and included a QR code. After scanning it, I steamed it according to the video tutorial. The finished product is perfect! ! 】

[My aunt laughs: The Emperor Star said that it has received the delivery information and is waiting anxiously...]

[I won’t sleep until the moon sleeps: You damn lucky geese QAQ]

[[Administrator] Troll 111: It is recommended to show off in a low-key manner, otherwise I will abuse my power if I am in a bad mood▼_▼]     "Thank you for your concern. The anchor is in great health, so he is in good spirits now." Fang Qing Nuan raised his right arm, imitating a muscle-flexing bodybuilder to show off his biceps. He squeezed his soft right arm through his clothes with his left hand, pretending to be surprised, "Ouch, it's so hard~"

Her poor acting skills made everyone complain. The atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became lively, and the comments that were worried about her physical condition gradually disappeared.

"Zhaocai and I will have Shaomai for dinner today. It's been steamed in the pot and it will be ready in a moment. I originally thought that there would be no new tricks, so I wouldn't broadcast it to everyone, but..." She deliberately slowed down her speech and explained. The reason why I started broadcasting, "But after a busy day, I felt that I needed something sweet to heal my body and mind."

“Anyway, I still have some taro left at home, so let’s eat it up at the bottom and end our recommendations for this period.”

Fang Qingnuan put the small cooking pot on the stove, poured a 200ml box of milk into it, weighed it and added 60g of sugar, and heated it over medium heat.

"Make some homemade condensed milk before meals. It will come in handy when making desserts later."

After a while, the milk in the pot showed signs of tumbling. She turned the heat to low, picked up a silicone spatula and began to stir it at a steady speed.

"Condensed milk itself is a kind of dessert, but it is relatively sweet, so we often use it to make sweets or eat it as a dipping sauce." She waved to Xiao Yi, telling him to continue stirring on her behalf, and called her after setting it for 12 minutes. When he came back to check, he picked up the casserole beside him and walked to the dining table and started to prepare for the meal. "I made some millet porridge. The method is very similar to rice porridge. Millet is easier to cook. It nourishes the stomach and spleen, which is also right." Good food for the body.”

"The condensed milk will take about ten minutes to boil. Just stir it at a constant speed during this period. You can leave it to the little robot at home like me." Walking back to the kitchen area, Fang Qingnuan started to move the basket with the help of the waiter, "Tonight's dinner I wanted to eat less, so I only steamed two baskets of shaomai stuffed with three kinds of fresh food and one basket filled with glutinous rice stuffing."

"I made some extra and froze them in the refrigerator at home. It will be fine for a few months. Then I can steam them for dinner when I want to be lazy. You can also..." Thinking that most people still have it. While she was eagerly anticipating the mass-sale version launched by her and Xingwang Fresh Food, she would not make it at home. She changed it to a more tactful way and said, "If you are a friend who has learned how to make it, you can also make more like me~ "

[Extra thick ice coffee: Here is a friend who can learn it with his eyes but not with his hands QAQ]

[No more krypton: I took one from the previous one, but now there are two QAQ]

[Playing Doudou every day: No, it’s three QAQs]

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[Sunny de True Love Fan: Who am I? No. 1003? 】

[Little Rabbit: I am the 1003rd, please go to the back row QAQ]

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[Beer without ice: No. 100012! 】

[soulmate: No. 100018! 】

"What are you counting? The queue is still so neatly arranged?" Fang Qingnuan, who had already arranged all the fortune-telling machines and was getting ready to start the meal with the tableware, missed the speech at the beginning and saw a group of people in the barrage waiting for the meal. Counting the numbers, I couldn't help but feel curious, "Zhaocai and I are about to start eating. If you are late like us and want to share the taste, you can prepare to open it~"

A massive and violent demonstration came to an abrupt end the moment the anchor took a bite of the Shaomai, and it was declared to have ended in vain.

"It's so fragrant!"

My thoughts are very clear today, but unfortunately my fingers are not very strong (the little finger of my left hand was scratched by a razor), so typing is a lot slower QAQ