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

The first sensation upon swallowing is a cool, refreshing rush, followed by a mouthful of sweet and refreshing flavor. The lemon's acidity is diluted by a glass of water, leaving only a slightly sour taste that accompanies the sweetness, with fruity aromas intertwined.

A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Junze's eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He should trust Mianmian.

Everything she makes is delicious.

She is really amazing.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Mm, it's delicious."

Huo Junze held the cup, turned it around, and his gaze fell on the lemon in the cup.

"It's not sour at all anymore. On the contrary, it has a very refreshing taste that spreads from my throat all the way to my heart."

This is a very good review.

If you ask Ruan Mian to describe it, lemonade just tastes like lemonade, what other flavor could it have?

But if Huo Junze, being an interstellar human, likes it, then it must be really good.

With a joyful expression, he said, "If Mr. Huo likes it, then my deal is done."

"Mianmian is good at everything she does. This product is not available on the market yet, so sales are sure to be good."

You don't even need professional analysis; you're guaranteed to make a profit.

You can't find a meal replacement anywhere in the entire galaxy.

"Does Mianmian want to cooperate with me?"

Since she discussed it with him in this way, it means she didn't intend to sell in the live stream.

"Yes, this is a big business opportunity! As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders,' and Mr. Huo was the first person I thought of!"

The fair-skinned, obedient girl blinked her eyes, her gaze clear and gentle, her slender wrists, like jade porcelain, supporting her chin.

A faint, unidentified aura seeped into the air, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading outwards, bewitching the person in front of him, causing him to bewitch himself and raise his hand to smooth the stray hairs by his ear.

Then our eyes met again.

Her lips curved into a gentle, warm smile.

"Why is Mianmian so kind?"

They were having a perfectly good business discussion when someone's sudden action disrupted everything.

Ruan Mian grabbed his restless hand.

It looked as serious as a small animal, as if it were about to bare its teeth.

"Stop messing around, I'm serious!"

Even when she's being serious, she's still so adorable.

"I'm planning to sell it as a bottled beverage. I could build a fully automated factory. What do you think, Mr. Huo?"

She originally wanted to make Mixue Sweet Honey, but that would be too expensive, and with current technology, there's no need for stores at all; it can be made and delivered directly.

There are absolutely no middlemen taking a cut.

Most importantly, she hasn't considered that many types of drinks yet.

Bottled beverages would be the simplest and quickest way to sell them.

Is this costly?

Ruan Mian gestured with her eyes to the half-cut lemon on the table.

"The cost is very low. With just one lemon, I can make more than a dozen cups of water. All I need is syrup, which is also simple."

The rest is water.

Oh right, and ice cubes too.

However, the interstellar ice maker is so useful; it makes a whole box of ice in no time.

"All that's left is the bottle."

The initial investment isn't too large, and I believe it won't be long before I break even.

Huo Junze naturally thought this business was very good.

The profit margin is frighteningly large.

In fact, if Ruan Mian wanted to, she could acquire wealth that most people could never imagine in their lifetime in a matter of minutes.

"I think this business is feasible. Where do you plan to build the factory? Near here?"

Ruan Mian frowned and shook her head, not really wanting to build the factory here.

After all, this planet is full of trash, and there's such a heavy snowstorm outside right now.

And even if we take a step back and assume that all the trash on this planet is cleaned up in the future, she doesn't want her place to be surrounded by factories.

"Let's find another place."

After thinking about it, Huo Junze did find a few things that were quite good.

"The Huo family also owns several factories. Should we build some under their umbrella?"

"That's a great idea! Of course it's great, otherwise why would I want to collaborate with you?"

The purpose is simply to have a powerful backer for shelter!

Huo Junze was also very happy to be relied on by her and enjoyed it very much.

"Okay, I'll have someone draft a cooperation plan as soon as I get back."

With the cooperation agreement finalized, Ruan Mian continued slicing lemons with her head down.

He was a little puzzled. "Do we still need to make lemonade?"

"Yeah, didn't I say I'd bring Secretary Mo some food back with me?"

(Secretary Mo: Boss Ruan, what a kind person!)

Huo Junze's brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

I'm a little unhappy.

Is Secretary Mo's presence a bit too strong?

His silence was easily noticed by Ruan Mian, who couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

So it turns out that President Huo has a jealous side too!

"What are you doing? You're just hoping he'll work for you, so you're bribing him, winning him over, so he'll work even harder for you in the future!"

(Secretary Mo: ?!! Shocked, so I was just a tool to express love.)

Ultimately, it's all for him.

There's something strange about this feeling.

It's like going to a new school and asking someone to take care of him.

It was so novel, and it even warmed my chest.

"So Mianmian cares about me this much..."

He moved closer to her from behind, leaning against her neck, and his rose-colored lips fell, sending a shiver down her spine.

"It itches, stop it~"

She turned to the side, gave him a coquettish glare, and couldn't stand his leisurely life, so she came to bother him.

"Why don't you give it a try? Come on, Mr. Huo, why don't you give it a go and see?"

Half-heartedly, Huo Junze picked up the kitchen knife, stood in front of the cutting board, and smiled helplessly at the instructor.

The two lingered at the workbench for quite a while, finally making seven or eight cups of lemonade.

"President Huo is doing better and better."

Ruan Mian held the cup and took a sip; the taste was truly masterful!

I couldn't help but sigh, "Am I doing something that's like teaching a disciple and letting the master starve?"

"How could that be? The apprentice only makes it for the master to drink."

His tone was like a breeze, carrying hot breath that sprayed near my ear. His voice was deep, and his thumb brushed across his lips, taking away a trace of moisture.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable.

Their raven-feather eyelashes and warm lips almost touched, and she was so startled that she dropped the cup in her hand.

She exclaimed "Oh!" and turned her head away.

Fortunately, the cup landed steadily on the table without falling over.

She felt a sense of relief, but the atmosphere just now made her cheeks flush.

"Tsk."

The person in front of her, with a hint of displeasure, leaned forward, put his arm around her waist, and gave her a light squeeze.

A mischievous glint flashed in his deep eyes, concealing a subtle glint of light.

A scalding hot breath pierced through the air.

"Pay attention."

Then, he bent down, his hot, rapid breaths like splashing flames, stirring up a destructive desire wherever they went.

Her misty eyes were tinged with a broken red, so wet and alluring that it was captivating, impossible to resist...