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Mo Li glanced at him but didn't say anything. Instead, she went straight to the kitchen and closed the kitchen door behind her, cutting off Ye Zixuan, who was following her.

Instead of making a scene, he smiled faintly, touched his nose—which had almost been bumped—with amusement, and muttered to himself:

"Ah Li is the best, she has a soft heart too."

The saying "A good woman fears a persistent man" is a profound truth he learned from his father. Otherwise, his father wouldn't have monopolized the most affection for over twenty years, even though his mother had eight husbands.

Mo Li, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, had no idea what he was thinking at the moment. She could only marvel at the convenience of the high-tech gadgets in the interstellar world.

She stood in front of the workbench as if she were performing some kind of delightful artistic creation. She planned to make breakfast more nutritious, with eight-treasure porridge and yam, red date and millet porridge simmering in two pots, as well as a creamy pumpkin soup with meatballs and oatmeal purple sweet potato soy milk.

In addition, there are xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), pan-fried shrimp dumplings, crispy meat patties, milk-flavored red bean rolls, custard buns, and four crisp and refreshing side dishes.

These were very easy to do, and it only took fifteen minutes to finish. She glanced at the enticing aroma and nodded in satisfaction.

Although there seemed to be a lot of different kinds, the quantity of each kind was actually not large. They were all placed on a huge tray. Just as she was about to pick it up, her hand froze in mid-air. She then took out a previously boiled scrambled egg, cut it into eight small pieces, and placed them on a clean white plate.

"That's perfect, it's nutritionally balanced and delicious."

The kitchen door opened, and Ye Zixuan stood in the doorway. Seeing the enormous tray she was carrying, his eyes lit up instantly. He reached out and said:

"Oh dear, how can you let Ali do such heavy work? Let me do it. We can't let Ali suffer."

His response was a completely emotionless "Hehe".

Just as the two sat down at the dining table, Mary brought over Dongfang Yu, a tall, slender man with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, a gentle smile on his lips, and dressed in a dark protective suit.

Ye Zixuan's crisis radar immediately went off, her body instinctively making a protective gesture towards her food. She looked at Dongfang Yu warily, her tone seemingly displeased:

"Well, Dongfang Yu, you old bastard, you're really cunning. You've been waiting here all day, acting like a lackey and a little tail, just to get a little food. And you're here to pick up the scraps right at mealtime? Let me tell you, there's no share for you, hmph!"

Turning his head, he shifted his gaze to Mo Li:

"Ah Li, let me tell you, this Lao Liu is really bad. We absolutely can't let him sit at the dinner table, otherwise, once he'll start doing it again, and he'll definitely become a leech."

Dongfang Yu glanced at him, his expression still gentle, but his words had a cool feel to them: "I didn't expect you to be so self-aware. Hmm, you're quite the leech."

"You, Dongfang Yu, you" paused, his eyes flashing, and continued, "If you want to eat, you have to pay for the meals, ten million star coins per meal. I don't know if you, Dongfang Yu, are willing to spend that much."

As soon as he finished speaking, ten million yuan was deposited into Mo Li's personal computer account.

After completing the transfer, Dongfang Yu elegantly and dignifiedly pulled out a chair next to Ye Zixuan and sat down. However, he didn't give Ye Zixuan a single glance throughout the entire process. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Mo Li, and he asked her in a very gentlemanly manner:

May I have this breakfast?

Mo Li: "......"

Ha, those with money are the bosses, not you guys. Ten million star coins can be transferred in the blink of an eye. If her memory serves her right, her dowry was only two hundred million star coins.

It was because her four cheap husbands transferred money so readily that she began to doubt whether interstellar currency started in denominations of tens of thousands. Otherwise, how could it be so common to have millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even billions? She used to think she was a little rich woman in the interstellar world, but now she wasn't so sure.

Is there a lot of hidden value in Star Coins?

Ye Zixuan looked surprised upon hearing this, but before he could respond, Dongfang Yu preemptively replied:

"The latest statistics from the Empire show that the average annual income of ordinary interstellar citizens on the capital planet is 100,000 interstellar coins."

After a moment's thought, Mo Li realized that this level of income and consumption was similar to that before the apocalypse in her original world. Before she transmigrated, the apocalypse had ended, her homeland had been rebuilt, and all order had been restored. Human income was not much different from that before the apocalypse.

In this way, she also gained a clear understanding of interstellar currency.

"I see."

Her eyes flickered. She hadn't expected that the four cheap husbands assigned to the original owner—no, now her—by the AI ​​were actually high-quality assets, at least each of them was wealthy.

Mo Li suddenly realized one of their good points: they were generous, at least they were quite quick to transfer money to her.

Putting aside any talk of feelings, the money alone put her in a slightly better mood, and she naturally showed her generosity: "Let's eat, there's plenty of breakfast prepared, enough for the three of us."

Ye Zixuan could no longer suppress the overflowing saliva in his mouth. If it weren't for his self-cultivation, he would have long since been unable to restrain his eager hand that wanted to reach out and grab the chopsticks.

This was the first time Dongfang Yu had ever seen such a sumptuous feast. Because he didn't know what it tasted like, even though he was already tempted by the aroma filling his nostrils, he was much more composed than Ye Zixuan. He watched as Ye Zixuan picked up a round piece of food and put it in his mouth, hissing as he burned himself, while simultaneously praising it repeatedly.

"It smells so good, Emma, ​​it smells so good! Not enough, not enough at all! Ali, what is this? It's so delicious!"

“Xiaolongbao.”

Mo Li picked up one as well, but blew on it before putting it to her lips. Having already witnessed Ye Zixuan's ugly behavior, Dongfang Yu had been secretly observing her decision from the corner of his eye. He even imitated her, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth at the same time. Then he tasted his first delicious bite for the first time!

At this moment, he could understand Ye Zixuan. It was truly delicious and fragrant. He wished he could swallow his own tongue. He took a bite, and the thin skin broke open. A stream of meat broth flowed out of the bun and slid down his throat. Then, a warm current flowed through his limbs and bones. Even his mental energy felt as if the parched earth had been nourished by rain.

At some point, the civilized dining turned into a "mutual rebellion" between the two men: their chopsticks were locked in a fierce battle, neither gaining the upper hand, while Mo Li secretly took the food she wanted to eat during the gaps.

She glanced at the two men and thought, "Not bad, this meal is really good. Not only is there delicious food and handsome men, but there's also a wonderful performance. In short, she's very satisfied with her meal."

Ye Zixuan said somewhat exasperatedly:

"Dongfang Yu, where is your self-proclaimed gentlemanly manners? Why are you trying to steal my food?"

Dongfang Yu said casually, "What you eat is what truly belongs to you."

"Okay, you're very good, I'll remember that." She looked at Mo Li with a pitiful expression, but the latter waved his hand dismissively.

"You men's squabbles have nothing to do with me. You can handle them yourselves. I'm off."