I'm cooking in the interstellar

Prince Mike worked day and night for more than half a month, and finally negotiated cooperation orders for mechas from more than a dozen edge planets in the Federation.

When I was a child, I hugged my younger brother every day and told him how handsome it was to fly a mecha and how glorious it would be to become a warrior of the empire. Unexpectedly, in the end, I became the "arms chief", and that boy Hughes became the god of war who killed everyone.

Mike has always felt that he owed his brother a lot. After all, when he was a child, Hughes wanted to become a natural scientist.

When his irresponsible brother changed his mind and hoped to engage in the manufacturing and sales of mechas, devoting himself wholeheartedly to his beloved career, the prince's responsibility of "going to the front line and making military exploits" was left to his younger brother. On the body.

From then on, Hughes's wish became - to be the youngest God of War in the empire.

"This kid, why didn't you send me a message for so long? Are you so cautious when you return to the empire?" Complaining about his ruthless brother, Prince Michael couldn't help but put a smile on his face, "I haven't seen him for half a year, and I don't know him. how is it now."

Mike was already in the Federation when Hughes' accident occurred, so the news sent to him from the Empire was extremely one-sided, and even "beautified" Hughes' return from injury as a result of a victory on the front line and a return home to recuperate.

The emperor and empress also kept silent and tried their best to avoid mentioning the matter in conversations with their eldest son. Even if he brought up topics related to Hughes, they were vaguely mentioned, giving Mike the illusion that Hughes was still alive and kicking.

However, the private communications between the two brothers these days are just unilateral messages sent by him, and he will not reply indifferently. Usually, this situation usually happened when Hughes needed to perform a mission. He guessed that his brother might have other important things to do when he returned home this time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Even though he was strategizing at the negotiation table, the eldest prince became chaotic and wise when it came to caring about his family. In this way, he became the penultimate insider of the whole family in the Hughes incident.

What about the last one?

Naturally, it’s the princess who is still in seclusion to create and is deaf to what’s going on outside the window, and it’s Hughes’s childhood nightmare—Laura.

After all, for so many years, the only one who could force that kid to wear a tutu was the one who played house with dolls and had princess tea parties with his ignorant little brother.

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"For fortune, please wear it. This is a brand-name skirt that Aunt Anna bought for you~" Fang Qingnuan's cat snacks, cat grass and shaomai were all given to Anna as gifts among friends. The other party was also generous and generously gave Zhaocai a bunch of gifts, including this beautiful cat tutu skirt.

"Ouch~" Hughes reacted fiercely when he saw the packaging box with the "Planet Laura" logo printed on Anna's gift. Now that he saw that the shit-shoveling officer actually took out a skirt, he resisted even more fiercely.

What kind of toxic friend did the shit shoveling official make? He bought this bad brand of stuff! !

"The price for a dress with such exquisite workmanship must be quite high." Fang Qingnuan saw Zhaocai's gnashing of teeth and knew that he couldn't force the kitten, so he lured it with delicious food, "I'll bake squid for you this afternoon!"

"Hmph~~" Mr. Xiusi had eaten squid before and was not interested in the sticky texture. He swung his tail and wanted to run away.

"Hey, don't go, don't go." Fang Qingnuan swooped down and hugged the kitten, straightened the kitten's sitting posture and continued, "Tonight, let's have a big dinner tonight!"

"Woo~" When the little prince heard the word "big meal", his body responded subconsciously.

Seeing that the lobbying seemed to be effective, Fang Qingnuan continued to coax: "We don't wear it when we are not broadcasting live. Just wear it and let me take a few photos and send them to Aunt Anna. Thank her for her kindness, okay?"

"Ouch~" Hearing that he actually wanted to take pictures, and recalling the dark history of his childhood when his eldest sister forced him to take pictures, the little prince immediately said: No, no, no!

"Then, no more filming, no more filming!" Fang Qingnuan continued to compromise, "Let's make a video call to my aunt and let her take a look in private, just for a glance, okay?"

"Ugh..." Hughes' attitude was a little relaxed. If he received a gift from a friend, he would probably show it to him to show that he liked it very much. If he is so uncooperative, will he be disliked by the friends he finally made?

"I just know that our family's Lucky Boy is a sweet little boy, and I can't bear to disappoint my aunt!" Seeing him tilting his head as if he was struggling, the adorable poop scraper couldn't help but hug the little cat's head and kiss it several times before giving up. Then he quickly and accurately hit him with a head attack.    ………

"Are you sure that this thing is the most popular new product in the past two days?" Looking at the fat, soft and big white steamed buns in front of him, Mike felt that bringing this kind of thing home would hurt his masculinity, "Also Is there anything else that can compare with it?"

"I recommended it to you because you have money. This thing is the most popular these days." The black market boss crossed his legs and saw that he didn't know the goods and stopped trying to persuade him. This is a product that Starnet Fresh Foods can only sell in the empire. Things, the entire federation can get such a large group, except for him, there are no more than five people.

"Oh, let me take a look then." Mike sighed, just picking out a souvenir, why did he end up here from the mall.

It has to be said that the lives of the people of the Federation are still a bit tight. Prices in shopping malls are polarized, but the quality is uneven. He spent a long time selecting items in the luxury goods section, and when he was about to check out, he discovered that more than 80% of the items were "made in Empire."

He thought about going to the black market to look for local trinkets for eating and drinking to make his family happy. Unexpectedly, the biggest shops seemed to have been agreed upon. When all the bosses saw him, they recommended the noodle called "Steamed Buns" first. point.

"Has the steamed buns I ordered arrived?" "It's here, please come in and inspect the goods."

"Your store has that, it's white and soft..." "Are you asking about the steamed buns?" "Ah, yes, it seems to be called that." "There are some, please follow me."

"Boss, can you make it cheaper? The price premium for these steamed buns is too serious!" "You don't even look at how we got it. We spent a lot on labor costs alone." "Come on, decorate it for me. Bar."

Whether it was because he hired a sitter or because this thing was so popular, he saw buyers in more than one store who came directly for the steamed buns. Judging from the way they paid for them, it seemed that they were really afraid that they would not be able to buy them.

Damn hunger marketing! ! !

"Boss, how do you sell your steamed buns? How many are left?"

"10 star coins each, only 000 left." "8 star coins each, 9 more are sold cheaply." "999 star coins each, buy ten, get one free, and the last group. "...

"I want them all, wrap them up for me!"

Don't underestimate men's revenge consumption, especially rich men. Although he felt that the price of this thing being more expensive than bread was a speculation, and the actual cost should be quite low, Prince Michael, who had always been strong in his life, decided to sweep it all away so that even the rich people in the Federation could not buy it.

That night, when he returned to the palace after a long journey, he happened to bump into his father coming out of the study. Mike excitedly handed over the gift box he was holding - there were dozens of steamed buns crowded inside.

When King James was confused, the eldest son saluted and presented the treasure to him: "Father, this is a local product I brought from the federal border. It is said to have high nutritional value and is more delicious than bread."

"What?!" There were so many flaws that James didn't know where to answer the question.

"You didn't say anything in advance when you came back, just let me take a look!" When the father and son looked at each other awkwardly, Theresa, who heard that the eldest son was back, rushed over from the other side and gave him a big hug.

"Eh? Why did you buy so many steamed buns?" It was hard not to be attracted by the large box of stuff that her son placed at her feet. The old mother asked her soul, "Although it is a bit difficult to grab, the chefs in the palace can basically make it." Yeah, it tastes better if it’s freshly cooked and eaten.”

"You...you...how do you know these are steamed buns?" How could the palace chef know how to make them? !

An unknown premonition came to Mike's mind. Could he have been deceived by the "Pig Killing Plate"... (End of Chapter)