It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

After Su Chaoliu cleaned up the kitchen, he called Su Chaoqi.

When I called for the first time, Su Chaoqi didn't answer.

Su Chaoliu couldn't help but frowned.

It's not even nine o'clock yet, Su Chaoqi must not have gone to bed yet, so why doesn't he answer the call? What happened?

With this feeling, Su Chaoliu called for the second time.

Fortunately, this time the call was picked up after ringing for about a minute.

"You are..." Su Chaoliu looked at the image of Su Chaoqi on the screen and couldn't help but take a breath. "What happened?"

Su Chaoqi actually pays a lot of attention to her appearance. She doesn't necessarily have to put on makeup, but she must keep herself clean and tidy, even when she is indoors.

He looked like someone who hadn't slept for three days and three nights, with his hair tied in a messy bun at the back of his head. He didn't look like Su Chaoqi at all.

"You're back," Su Chaoqi rubbed his eyes, untied his hair and tied it up again, "Then I'll go back to Yanhuang Star tomorrow."

It was obvious that she didn't want to go into details over the phone, so Su Chaoliu nodded without forcing her.

It seems that Su Chaoqi has encountered something very serious that he cannot solve by himself.

Su Chaoqi boarded the earliest starship. At the same time, the teachers and students of the supernatural power training base also returned to Yanhuang Star together.

Han Zhao drove her back to the studio.

"You should have a good rest these days," Han Zhao looked at Su Chaoqi's face from the corner of his eye, "I don't know what you have been busy with these days, but it is impossible to achieve success overnight. Combine work and rest."

"I know," Su Chaoqi said softly, "Don't worry about me. I know my limits."

She has already touched the edge of her research, but even if she has touched the edge it doesn't mean she can move forward. She is still stuck where she is.

It sounded like these were just perfunctory remarks, but what could Han Zhaoneng do? He was not Su Chaoqi's proper elder. Even if they were his parents, they were mostly out of control and had no power to control him.

After Su Chaoqi got off the aircraft, he opened the door of the studio and said, "I'm back."

Su Chaoliu, who was lying on the sofa reading the information Yan Tieyi had given her, looked up and asked, "Are you back? Have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten." Su Chaoqi put the bag in his hand on the low cabinet and sat down on the sofa. "How was the internship this time?"

"It went pretty smoothly," Su Chaoliu said vaguely. Because of the confidentiality agreement, she could only say what she could. "But the major general said that I might not be able to go during the next vacation. He will try to find a way to transfer me to another unit."

Su Chaoqi was stunned for a moment. With her brain, she quickly understood the reason why Yan Tieyi said that: "In this case... then there is no need to force it."

"What have you been busy with recently?" Su Chaoliu carefully examined Su Chaoqi's face, "You didn't even take a break during the holidays."

"I was thinking about how to verify that plants also have levels," Su Chaoqi sighed, "but it's not going very smoothly."

"Isn't this normal?" Su Chaoliu asked as a matter of course, "If it was so easy to prove, would I still be waiting for you?"

This may not sound nice, but it hits the nail on the head.

Su Chaoqi has been born in this world for twenty years. During these twenty years, she has had it very smooth sailing and has hardly encountered any problems that she could not find a way to solve.

The setbacks in life will come, they just come early or late.

Now, her problem is right in front of her.

Pursuing an answer too much will not lay a solid foundation. Su Chaoqi has not even finished learning the existing biology, so it is too early for her to solve her current topic.

"I know what my problem is," Su Chaoqi sighed, resting his hand against his forehead, "but I still get anxious every time an experiment fails."

"Since we can't get an answer right away, why not put it aside for a few days," Su Chaoliu suggested, "and seek help from professionals after school starts."

The so-called professionals are the teachers in the biology department, they can always give some advice.

"You're right," Su Chaoqi nodded, "I just happened to go back to the B&B to rest for a few days. Let's go find Brother Zhiyan."

Su Chaoliu hadn't seen Qiao Zhiyan for more than half a year: "Where can I find him?"

She didn't know yet that Qiao Zhiyan was now in charge of a community canteen.

Su Chaoqi reported the address: "Let's go see how the community cafeteria is going over there, brother Zhiyan, and have lunch there."

When the two arrived at the community cafeteria, they saw Qiao Zhiyan waiting for them at the door.

"Is the internship over?" Qiao Zhiyan's eyes fell on Su Chaoliu first, and he asked her with a smile, "You look a lot darker than the last time I saw you."

"When was the last time you saw me?" Su Chaoqi said unhappily, "Do you remember whether my skin is black or white? Why don't you just say that I'm so dark that I can't show my skin to people?" Superpower warriors train every day, exposed to the wind and sun, enjoying the sunshine and rain. It would be a miracle if they had white skin, but there are different levels of blackness. Su Chaoliu looked in the mirror and felt that his skin color was pretty good, not particularly dark.

Qiao Zhiyan raised his hands in surrender: "No, no, I think your skin color is very healthy, there's no way I can't see anyone."

The three of them sat down at a table and ordered some food. When it was noon, when school was over, a large number of students poured into the community cafeteria. However, few people bought rice, but many bought fruit.

Su Chaoqi looked at Qiao Zhiyan: "It looks like the fruit is selling well."

"After all, it tastes sour and sweet," Qiao Zhiyan smiled, "and few people are willing to eat at noon. Most students eat more in the afternoon and evening."

Su Chaoqi expressed his understanding, but Su Chaoliu asked curiously: "Isn't it vacation time now? Why do they still have to go to school?"

Qiao Zhiyan looked at her with a very strange look: "Holiday make-up classes, you haven't done it before? Besides, the schools around here are key schools, students only have half a month of vacation, and senior high school students don't even have half a month."

Su Chaoqi raised his eyes and said in a clear voice, "I'm sorry, there are no make-up classes in all the schools in District Z."

It’s good enough that students in District Z can complete compulsory education, but they also provide extra classes. What do the teachers want? Are they just after the pitiful pocket money in the hands of inferior people like them?
Qiao Zhiyan stopped talking, smiled apologetically, and lowered his head to eat his meal in silence.

However, Su Chaoliu and Su Chaoqi did not have any other emotions. They had never experienced holiday tutoring in this life, but they had experienced it in their previous life. Therefore, they could empathize with the students who were taking tutoring now and express their great sympathy.

After lunch, Su Chaoqi stretched out his hand: "Let me see the account book."

Qiao Zhiyan sent it to her immediately.

Su Chaoqi opened the electronic account book, randomly selected a day, and started looking from the first income.

The daily sales of fruits are almost the same as those of meals, which shows how popular fruits are.

"Fruits are very profitable and very popular," Qiao Zhiyan said softly, "and we even sold a lot of peeling machines."

The peeling machine was developed by the Yue family under the commission of Su Chaoqi... It might be an exaggeration to say that it was developed. After all, this peeling machine does not have much technical cost in the interstellar space. It just had no market before. Yue Ming did not even need to go to his eldest brother to report. He just found a studio under the name of the Yue family, said hello, and made several machines, and then put them on the Star Network store.

Because no one had bought it before, the studio almost forgot about the existence of this machine. But later, people started placing orders for it, so they urgently took it out of the warehouse and rushed to produce it.

Su Chaoqi asked: "Where is the integrated stove?"

Qiao Zhiyan shook his head: "Not many people buy integrated stoves anymore."

Because people in the interstellar world cannot have either a stove or a range hood at home, an integrated stove that combines both functions is the most suitable for interstellar families.

It was also produced by the Yue family's studio. Su Chaoqi found the information from the Blue Star period, and the studio combined it with interstellar technology and made improvements.

However, no matter how it is improved, the nature of the integrated stove itself determines that it is an appliance that takes up a large area. It is different from a peeler that can be placed anywhere. It requires a special place to place it, so naturally fewer people are willing to buy it.

"It doesn't matter. Don't worry if no one buys it," Su Chaoqi didn't care. "When the time comes, someone will naturally want to buy it."

"I want to organize some cooking experience classes," Qiao Zhiyan asked Su Chaoqi for his opinion, "What do you think?"

Su Chaoqi didn't respond: "What you think is good is the most important thing, I won't interfere."

Qiao Zhiyan sighed: "Every time I make a decision, I am terrified, afraid that I will make the wrong decision."

"You are under too much pressure," Su Chaoqi patted his shoulder, "Let's go home and have a good rest for a few days. I think the cafeteria is doing well now, just keep it up."

After all, the community canteen itself is a semi-welfare nature. We don’t expect to make a lot of money, as long as we can ensure that we don’t lose money. Judging from the current account books, the business situation is still good.

The three of them went straight to the star port, boarded a starship to the asteroid, and then transferred to the B&B.

Qiao's mother had been waiting at the door of the B&B. Seeing her son coming back, her eyes could not help but turn red: "You have lost weight, a lot of weight."

Qiao Zhiyan didn't think he had lost weight: "I eat three bowls of rice for one meal now, how could I lose weight? You just haven't seen me for a long time, so you have an illusion."

Qiao's mother refused to listen and continued to insist that Qiao Zhiyan had lost weight.

After she had finished loving her own son, she saw Su Chaoliu and Su Chaoqi and exclaimed again, "You've become thinner."

Especially Su Chaoqi, Qiao's mother was very shocked: "Why is he thinner than the last time he came back? Didn't he eat well in the past month?"

Su Chaoqi smiled good-naturedly: "I'm busy with a scientific research project. Sometimes I forget to eat, so I just drink a few sips of nutritional supplements to deal with it."

Qiao's mother said that this habit of hers was not good.

Su Chaoliu immediately changed the subject: "I lost weight too. I drank nutritional supplements every day for two months in the army, and the training was heavy. I felt so hungry that I couldn't sleep every night, but the training was too tiring, so I ended up falling asleep on an empty stomach."

She exaggerated a bit. She was indeed hungry at first, but later she got used to it.

But does this prevent her from selling misery? Of course not. (End of this chapter)