The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

After a disappointing day in class, Jixiang went to the mecha manufacturing room feeling depressed.

As the saying goes, when God closes a door, he will open a window for you. In other words, if the east is dark, the west will be bright, and if the dead tree is behind, thousands of trees will bloom!

Jixiang walked into the mecha manufacturing room with the hope of being cured. Now standing on the mecha platform was a familiar ice-blue mecha. Guan Qingyue was still standing on the lifting platform, skillfully maintaining the mecha.

"Guan Qingyue!" Jixiang looked up and greeted her. It's better here, so quiet and peaceful.

Guan Qingyue lowered her head and looked over, her lips moving slightly, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by two other voices.

"Jixiang, you are such a slow learner!" Mo Xingfeng poked his head out from the second-floor corridor built along the wall of the manufacturing room.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Then Mo Zuolan stuck his head out from behind Mo Xingfeng.

Jixiang's eyes went dark when she saw the two little devils. Damn it, this is her last pure land!

"Jixiang! What's that expression on your face?" Mo Xingfeng questioned Jixiang sharply.

"That's not a good expression!" Mo Zuolang made an accurate comment.

"...Goodbye!" Jixiang said these two words and was about to turn around and run away.

"What the hell are you running for! I'm here to spend money!" Mo Xingfeng shouted loudly. Isn't Jixiang too shy?

"Come back and roast the rabbit!" Mo Zuolang paid with one click.

Jixiang, who had already opened the door, quickly retracted his foot, closed the door quickly, turned around, and said enthusiastically, slapping his thigh exaggeratedly, "Roasted rabbit is nothing! Give me a bunch of ingredients, I can revitalize the entire food industry!"

Jixiang boasted without blushing or panting. Anyway, considering the current state of interstellar food inheritance, she was not lying. At most, she was just arrogant! Jixiang, not square!

Mo Xingfeng folded his arms and looked at Jixiang, saying, "...I will reluctantly believe you this time, prove it to me!"

"Tsk!" Jixiang rolled his eyes quietly, then caught a space box thrown down by Mo Zuolan.

"Ingredients." Mo Zuolan said this and turned to go downstairs.

Jixiang looked at the space box in his hand, and his hatred for the rich was stirring.

"...They said they were your friends." Guan Qingyue walked over and said softly.

"Tsk...don't listen to other people's nonsense in the future." Jixiang shook his head and casually opened the space box to carefully check the ingredients and seasonings inside.

"Is it okay to grill some meat here?" Jixiang asked after thinking for a while.

"No." Guan Qingyue replied, and after a pause, she explained again: "This is what the teacher chose for me. It can be simply modified. As long as there is no damage, it can be restored to its original state before moving out."

"Really..." Jixiang looked around the space thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking about? Jixiang!" Mo Xingfeng poked Jixiang's head curiously.

"However you want to bake it to make it taste best!" Jixiang turned his head away and said casually.

"Roast over fire!" Mo Zuolan looked at Jixiang with sparkling eyes.

"Hahaha, you're worthy of being my stray dog! You're so smart!"

"Fengfeng is also smart." Mo Zuolan patted Mo Xingfeng's head.

Jixiang looked at the two happy brothers in silence. Are they trying to appease a fool? No, they are just two little fools trying to appease each other!

Jixiang took the space box and turned to leave. She had to build an oven first.

Finally, Jixiang, who was ready, sat in front of the oven and prepared to start baking!

The two trouble-making brothers who came over following the scent took two small stools without hesitation and sat down awkwardly, and also brought Guan Qingyue with them.

Jixiang looked at the two brothers who were already captivated by the barbecue and said shamelessly: "Since we are friends, can we invite friends to eat together?" She was also greedy!

Mo Xingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Jixiang, saying with a sullen face, "No! No! Give up!"

Jixiang: “…”Stingy guy!

"Sure!" Mo Zuolang patted Mo Xingfeng's head and said slowly, "Free grilling for mission training, no, cooking!"

Jixiang thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Okay, if we can meet during missions and off-campus training." She was not from the Battle Academy, and there probably wouldn't be many opportunities except during holidays, so Jixiang didn't care.

"Hmph!" Mo Xingfeng frowned, gave Jixiang a proud look, and said, "For Langlang's sake, I'll treat you this time!"

"Thank you so much!" Jixiang looked at Mo Xingfeng, who was being easily flattered by Mo Zuolan, and said with a fake smile.

"Qingyue, try it first!" Mo Xingfeng, who was protecting his food, handed the first batch of baked goods that Jixiang had just baked to Guan Qingyue.

"...Thank you." Guan Qingyue took it and nodded in thanks.

"Hey, Qingyue, please don't be polite to me! We will be friends from now on!" Mo Xingfeng said excitedly.

"Qingyue is a friend!" Mo Zuolan nodded and said with a firm look.

Guan Qingyue, surrounded by the two trouble-making brothers on the left and right, ate barbecue calmly and silently. It seemed that he had too many mecha warrior friends.

"...It's delicious, I like it very much." Guan Qingyue said to Jixiang seriously, her eyes shining.

"That's good." Jixiang said with a smile. The second finished product came out and Mo Xingfeng immediately snatched it away like a hungry wolf.

Jixiang, a friend who thought he would receive the same treatment as Guan Qingyue: …

The difference in treatment between friends is too great!

The disillusioned Jixiang was the last one to taste his own craftsmanship...

"Qingyue, try this!"

"Try this!"

"Qingyue, you have to eat more!"

"Eat whatever you want!"

"Qingyue..."

"..."

This turns out to be the power of the group’s favorite!

Jixiang stared in amazement at the two trouble-making brothers who were courting Guan Qingyue. For the first time, he became curious about the importance of mecha masters.

After a hearty meal, Mo Zuolan once again gave a wonderful food speech.

Jixiang followed Mo Xingfeng's lead and said perfunctorily, "I'm touched! I'm crying!"

Guan Qingyue, who was witnessing such a grand scene for the first time, opened her innocent and confused eyes and asked in confusion, "Moved? Crying?"

Mo Zuolang gave Guan Qingyue an appreciative look.

auspicious:……

Don't let these two come! Wait until she makes some money and then we can go our separate ways!

It is impossible not to come, absolutely impossible! It is also impossible to go our separate ways, absolutely impossible!

The next day, Jixiang, who was busy using his spiritual power to smelt materials in the manufacturing room, watched the two brothers who were making trouble circled off a piece of space, then put a sofa aside and had people lying down and sitting on it.

"From now on, we're a team." Mo Xingfeng said lazily while lying on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"It's an accomplice!" Mo Zuolan sat on the sofa, turned on the projector, and started playing the interstellar food program.

The materials that Jixiang was working on dropped in shock...