Transmigrated into a pitiful pregnant woman, she is pampered by interstellar tycoons.

"Is it ready?"

Ruan Mian had already cooked a pot of tomato sauce, so she handed over the task of frying French fries to Lu Yi.

This doesn't require any special skills; you just throw the chopped fries in.

Just be careful not to burn them.

"Hmm, a batch just came out, want to take a look?"

A large plate of freshly fried, golden-brown fries, steaming hot, was placed on the table, filling the air with their aroma.

Moreover, she discovered that Lu Yi was truly talented; every single French fry he fried was perfectly even.

It's true what they say: teaching the apprentice leads to the master starving!

"You did an amazing job!" I couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. "Chef Lu!"

The white-haired boy blushed slightly at the compliment, looked away from her bright eyes, and picked up a small piece of fries to bring to her lips.

"Taste it?"

Ruan Mian nodded, opened her lips, and swallowed the fries in one gulp.

But inevitably, her soft lips brushed against his fingertips. As if electrocuted, he flinched and quickly hid his fingers to his side where she couldn't see them.

As his fingers caressed her, it felt as if her warmth still lingered on his skin, sending shivers of tingling sensation through him.

Her lips were so soft.

"Lu Yi? Lu Yi?"

A few shouts pulled him back from his daze. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" His gaze involuntarily fell on her bright red lips.

His throat bobbed.

It was as if something was bursting forth from the soil of my heart.

"What are you thinking about? You're so focused, I can't even hear you when I talk to you," Ruan Mian complained, but couldn't help praising, "It's delicious, fried just right, keep it up!"

"I did it using mental control."

He coughed lightly twice, his eyebrows raised for a moment and then lowered, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So, you did a good job."

"Mental power..."

Ruan Mian suddenly pouted, looking somewhat resentful. She knew from the original owner's memories that this was a good thing, and almost everyone in the interstellar world had it.

Without mental strength, one can hardly move an inch in interstellar space, and it is almost impossible to survive.

She was one of those who lacked spiritual power.

She also wanted to know what it felt like to have spiritual power!

"Mental energy can be used to fry French fries? That's amazing!"

"You have no mental power?"

Lu Yi was surprised for a moment, then looked at his palm and thought of their first meeting.

Everything seems to make sense now.

If she had mental power, she wouldn't have attacked him with objects, and she wouldn't be living in this place.

But that’s not right!

"You know that the plants you grow can..."

He stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

This really annoyed Ruan Mian; she hated people who only said half of what they meant.

She got angry. "What's wrong with my crops? Tell me! If you only say half of what you mean, you'll never have a partner in your old age!"

This curse is quite vicious!

Looking at her expression, Lu Yi found her anger strangely endearing...

It's not appropriate to talk about him like this, but it seems like there's nothing wrong with telling her.

"I've been poisoned."

Ruan Mian: ? ? ?

"I didn't poison you!" she reflexively tried to defend herself.

She is not someone who cannot defend herself.

Lu Yi was amused by her reaction.

"Who said you poisoned me?"

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a dark red, winding mark on his smooth arm, which ran in the same direction as his meridians.

She was truly amazed.

Do the veins of this interstellar human look like this?

"I originally had mental power, but someone poisoned me, and now I can't use my mental power anymore."

Isn't that the same as her?

and many more!

If he can't use mental power, then what about his earlier statement about using mental power to blast it?

Are you kidding me?

Seeing her confusion, Lu Yi stretched out his palm, and a French fry rose out of thin air and landed in his palm.

"But look, I can use my mental power now. The variable is what I eat here."

Ruan Mian stared in shock.

"So, you mean my plants can restore your mental energy?"

"It's not a recovery."

The fact that the red line was still covering his meridians proved that the poison had not been neutralized.

"There is a group of anti-psychic madmen in the interstellar space. They believe that psychic power is an existence that violates the order. If interstellar people abuse psychic power, they will be punished by the gods. One of the punishments is that no more children will be born. So this poison is a drug that they have developed to suppress psychic power."

Ruan Mian was even more confused, "Then what are you doing?"

"The inhibitors in my body are still there, which means that the plants you grow can regenerate mental energy after being eaten."

Although it can't bring him back to his peak, it gives him a sense of security now.

It's like a warrior returning to the battlefield and having his armor back.

Ruan Mian just thought, is it really that amazing?

She simply grew some plants, "Then why don't I have any?"

This is a very sharp question.

His question made him cough, "Is it possible that you don't have any spiritual power to begin with, so eating it won't generate any spiritual power for you?"

It hurts people.

That's absolutely hurtful.

How could someone with a temperature of 37 degrees Celsius utter such cold words?

"However, your ability to grow plants is unique in the interstellar space; you are a rare treasure!"

She loved hearing this.

Ruan Mian was happy again.

"Stop being so glib and get back to work. I still have debts to pay!"

A pot of French fries was prepared, which could be divided into five portions. They were sprinkled with ketchup and placed on the quantum computer, priced at 600 interstellar coins per portion.

Don't overdo it!

She only realized after she finished stocking the shelves that she had sold one serving of roasted sweet potatoes.

Could it be that the price of 300 yuan per stick was too expensive for her?

*

Colin has been feeling listless lately, wondering if it's because he's been overworking his brain.

My stomach started rumbling.

It seems that the nutrient solution I took earlier has expired.

No wonder I always feel so listless!

It's time to replenish our nutrition.

He browsed through the computer, and after trying several different flavors of nutrient solution, he felt like he was about to throw up. He felt like he was just completing a task, and life seemed hopeless.

"It smells like a beast, what kind of nonsense is this?"

The nutrient solution was already terrible, and then they added all sorts of random things. Are they really treating these cattle and horses like cattle and horses?

After venting his frustrations, Colin became even more agitated. Since there was nothing suitable, he could only go and buy the nutritional supplement he often ate; filling his stomach was more important than anything else.

"It's so unoriginal and boring."

With a swipe of his finger, and whether it was his chanting that had an effect or not, something new suddenly appeared on the computer screen.

It was a deep red, somewhat stone-like thing, a little wrinkled, with a dark brown, sticky substance on the outside.

I frowned as I looked at it.

"【Roasted sweet potato, edible, sweet and soft, you'll never forget it after trying it once】What the heck? You can actually eat this?"

Upon checking the price, it was 300 Star Coins per stick.

It's equivalent to a bottle of a decent intermediate-grade nutrient solution.

What's with this sweet and soft texture?

He couldn't bear to buy a 300-yuan intermediate nutrient solution, but he wanted to taste this unfamiliar stuff to see if it was salty or bland.

Furthermore, there's a reporting and appeal function!

Place your order!