Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

Starnet East District Third Street.

In the corner of a remote path, the squatting fat man placed a red cloth in front of him, and on the red cloth there was only an LCD screen with the words "Sold Out".

Many people who came and went were directed at him, but after seeing these three words, they returned in disappointment.

But the fat man didn't mean to close the stall and leave. He sat on the bluestone slab and looked around for a while, then was in a daze.

But just as he sighed again, a pretty figure with a ponytail and a flaming red skirt was like an arrow from the string, rushing on the stone road of East Third Street, twisting and ramming. , But deftly did not knock a passerby.

And she laughed, and rushed to the fat man in a blink of an eye.

"Fat brother, I'm here, give me the little best!"

The fat man didn't say a word, and pointed listlessly at the LCD screen on the red cloth.

"Sold out?" The hot red girl stared at once, "Fat brother, you seem to be teasing me? Yes, what about the best spar you left for me today?"

The fat man stretched out his hand, patted his thigh heavily, and grinned in pain, "Why... she didn't come today?"

"What are you talking about? Who hasn't come?" The pretty little beauty was confused.

The fat man pointed to the open space next to him.

It was a small piece next to a virtual supermarket, probably less than two square meters, and it was empty at the moment, with nothing.

"I once owned it, but disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people at this moment. My heart is dying." The fat man touched his chest with one hand, and there was real pain on his fat face. "Day and night. Every second, I think about the taste, as if the tip of my tongue is about to melt... Hey, I have no intention of buying and selling. Small idea, you said that the world has such a great taste, but I can't taste it, and what to do with so much money! No! Sold, I never want to sell spar here anymore!"

The little beauty in the red dress was in the mist, she didn't understand at all, "What crooked poem are you reading?"

But she dropped her ponytail, but when she heard his last words, her eyes immediately burst into flames, "Stop selling? Fat brother, did you deliberately play with me? We made an appointment last week, and we are here today. What do you mean when you say you don’t sell it for me!?"

She almost grabbed the fat man's white t-shirt, shaking it violently.

"You know, I had a hard time stealing the last Star Net! You said it to me the best spar, and you broke your promise! Damn, no wonder you are getting fatter! You are fattening by breaking your promise, you fat man!"

The fat man was shaken by her so that his whole body was trembling from side to side.

He thought to himself that the chicken-wing girl hadn't appeared for three consecutive days, she was a little bored, too lazy to fight, let the girl shake him wildly.

And this farce quickly attracted a lot of onlookers, and soon a middle-aged man walked to the open space next to the fat man, and turned around, he actually took out a table from the space station and set it up. I got on some glass tanks with luminous little fishes, and it seemed that I was going to set up a stall here.

The stall rental fee here is the cheapest, with a monthly fee of 5,000 credits. Usually there are few people. But the fat guy who has set up a stall here these days has accumulated a lot of popularity for this small place. Someone actually took a fancy to this stall.

The fat man was originally held by the girl in the red dress by the neckline and didn't resist, but Yu Guang was anxious when he saw it. He slipped away from the girl's restraint as soon as he waved his hand, and hurried to hold the middle-aged man's hand.

"Uncle, don't use this booth, you can go to other places."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

The fat man waved his hand, "You can pick whatever you want, and I will make up for the difference in rent."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't believe it originally, but the fat man had already turned on his wisdom brain, scanned the personal identification of his booth, and transferred him five thousand credits.

"Uncle, I'm busy now, I don't have time to explain to you, anyway, you should withdraw the rent from this booth!"

The fat man was about to drive people away in a hurry, and the middle-aged man was even more cheap because he was afraid that he would regret it.

It's just that when he left, one ear of the fat man was screwed on.

"Oh!...It hurts, what are you doing, Qin Ruyi!"

"Fatty Li, are you kidding me?"

"Fuck you ass, I'm waiting for someone! Hiss...you quickly let go, or I'll call someone!"

"Waiting for someone?" The girl in the red dress raised her eyebrows, but her hands were loose.

The fat man immediately covered his ears, and took two steps back, with a bitter face, "You are not a lady of the Qin family at all."

"You waited for someone, so why did you arrogantly prevent others from setting up a stall here?" The girl named Qin Ruyi was a little interested, "It is said that you are the most stingy fat guy, and today I still gave it away for no reason. Human money?"

The fat man was bleeding for the five thousand who had just died, but now he was exposed to the wound, and his chest was very tight.

"What do you know! She was there last time..."

He was halfway talking, but he stopped abruptly, his small eyes gleaming, and he looked straight ahead covetingly.

Qin Ruyi also turned his head, but saw that the corner that had just been vacated, suddenly a mass of air twisted, like light and shadow, and a petite body appeared.

In school uniform, the bangs on his forehead were twisted behind his head with a black headband, and his black hair fell on his shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, she was actually a girl with thin limbs and a slightly pale face.

When the fat man almost saw the person coming, he felt that the drool in his mouth was secreting rapidly, and he leaped towards the person.

But he screamed, but Qin Ruyi held his hand again.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Liu Weiwei glanced at the time and began to take out the ingredients and seasonings one by one.

In the past two days, she didn't have much results in reading, so she went online to make money.

She was offline last time and recorded her offline location on Xing.com. This time she logged in and chose this booth directly.

Fortunately, no one robbed her of her old position.

It's just a bit noisy.

She frowned and looked at the screaming fat man not far away, and she seemed to be very interested in her next to her. A girl in a red dress with delicate eyebrows quickly lowered her head.

"Pang Li, are you waiting for her?"

Liu Weiwei couldn't help but pause, but immediately focused on cooking.

She can only stay for one hour each time she logs in, and there is no time to waste.

But she didn't want to chat with people, but it didn't prevent others from finding her.

Soon a fat face squeezed onto her table without shame, and she almost started to drool when she looked at the chopping board.

"Sigh...beautiful, bring me a hundred chicken wings today! I also want the fruit! Give it all to me, I will pack it all!"

The fat man speaks, and he also comes with the sound of drooling.

Liu Weiwei stretched out her hand and wiped her face, "I won't sell these two items today."

"What!" The fat man seemed to hear a bolt from the blue.

And Qin Ruyi, who was next to him, also leaned over, and looked at Liu Weiwei, who was obviously malnourished and not well developed, "Chicken wings? Fat brother, if you want to chase people, don't use this method of suicide."

In order to patronize the business of her sweetheart, she bought a hundred chicken wings that were as indifferent as a dog, and she felt that it would be fatal.

The fishy smell of chicken, and a faint smell of shit... Even if it is tasted on the Star Network, it is murder!

"Go on your side!" The old fat man blushed, "What suicide!"

He quickly turned to Liu Weiwei and looked at it hopefully, "Don't make trouble, there are no one hundred chicken wings, fifty will do, ten will do!"

Liu Weiwei bent down and typed directly on the light screen in front of the booth.

"Tofu brains are 20 per serving, and small wontons are 50 per serving."

"Is there really no chicken wings?" The fat man was desperate when he saw it. He had dreamed that he was chewing chicken wings in the past two days!

He spent a long time instigating the leftover bones that he had eaten that day until it was completely tasteless. They were kept in Xingwang’s personal lounge, locked in the incubator on his bedside table.

The beautiful taste, the moment the chicken juice exploded in the mouth, was like a dream and drunk, making him feel so hungry and hungry every time he recalled it, and he couldn't bear to lose even the chicken bones.

But even if he was hungry, even his favorite cocoa-flavored nutrient solution, he felt dull and tasteless, and in the end he couldn't bring up any appetite.

He came here every day to set up a stall in the past two days, just to wait for a delicious bite enough to dream of, but he just couldn't wait for this chicken-wing girl. Yesterday he sold out all the spars he bought this time, but he was reluctant to leave to buy the goods.

What if she doesn't come in the morning, what if she comes in the afternoon?

What if she doesn't come in the afternoon, what if she comes in the evening?

Waiting and waiting, he didn't dare to leave a step, and drove away several people who wanted to set up a stall here, and finally waited for this little girl!

But Nima’s, she doesn’t sell chicken wings anymore?

"Tofu Nao," the fat man took a look, and felt a little nauseous, "What kind of brain is this? What are you doing with this ghost!"

Liu Weiwei was taken aback, and was about to refute, but heard Qin Ruyi's cheerful and interesting voice beside her.

"I’ve never heard of the brains of this monster. It’s from a level beast? It’s on land or in water? Twenty per serving. It’s very cheap. Where did you get it and hunted it yourself. Huh? I stabbed my brain with a knife? Or a headshot with a gun? How to collect it? Did you **** it out with a carbon straw? What color is this brain pulp? I've seen green, white, and dusty ones. …"

Liu Weiwei was about to reach out to scoop out the ingredients in the bucket, but she was sour in her stomach by this sentence.

Thinking of yesterday's video that the giant baboon was headshot by the silver mecha, the broken juice splashing all around was indeed a bit green, she couldn't help but vomited in disgust, and reached out her hand to cover her mouth.

And the fat man who didn't give up, stretched out her hand to pick up the lid of the bucket while she didn't even look at the probe, and peeked into the bucket!

He seems to hold a glimmer of hope!

However, there is no chicken in that bucket, not even bones!

There was only a tuft of white flowers, soft things that seemed to tremble because of his movements.

"What a brain...brain! Damn it!"

The fat man almost vomited all the nutrient solution he drank in the morning!

Only Qin Ruyi was so courageous that she even tried to reach out to touch the contents of the bucket, but fortunately she stopped sensibly in the end.

But as soon as she turned around, she looked at Liu Weiwei who was still nauseously spitting acid water with bright eyes.

"My dear, is this big bucket of Beep beast's brains? Only if its brains are big, you can get so much brains at once, right? Ha, this bucket doesn't seem to be stained by beast blood at all, nor is it. The guns were scorched, but they were still mostly solidified. They weren't completely broken and turned into liquid. They looked very good! This big barrel only costs twenty? It's so cheap, I bought it!"

Liu Weiwei couldn't help it anymore, turning her head and vomiting.