Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

Mo Li truly possesses a strong team spirit. For the next four days, she accompanied the entire gathering team with Dongfang Yu and Ye Zixuan, and naturally, their harvest was not as plentiful as it was on their first day when they acted alone.

Ye Zixuan was a little frustrated. He couldn't play any role at all. Every day with them was very monotonous. He rarely encountered anything new or interesting, and there was no food to eat.

What he didn't know was that Mo Li had secretly collected a lot of good things, the most surprising of which was a vast expanse of mutated rice and wheat fields.

With these two crops, she could also make staple foods using interstellar ingredients. As for other crops, there were many more, but she didn't keep a specific count and naturally didn't let anyone else know.

Dongfang Yu's reaction wasn't as strong as his. He came to comfort Mo Li and make her happy. In his opinion, as long as she was happy, the method didn't matter that much.

After four days of group collection, Mo Li went to Yan Jun and got his permission. After spending a few days together, she had actually integrated into the collection team and got along very well with the team members.

In particular, Chu Linglong, who is quirky, cheerful, and loves to praise her and share all sorts of gossip with her, and Jian Qiu, who seems aloof but actually helps her in crucial moments, became her friends. When they learned that she was going to collect the materials alone, both of them were a little reluctant to part with her.

Mo Li made a promise to them:

"I will accompany you whenever I have time to collect materials from other planets in the future. The reason they came this time is due to special circumstances. They both have their own work and cannot come every time. I will definitely come with you next time."

Chu Linglong and the others then calmed down a bit.

On the morning of the fifth day, Mo Li woke up, washed up, and went to prepare breakfast. Ye Zixuan and Dongfang Yu's eyes lit up when they saw the breakfast laid out.

Ye Zixuan: "Ali changed her breakfast items today. They look delicious. What is this long, golden-yellow thing? And this bowl of white..."

"Youtiao (fried dough sticks) and tofu pudding, with sugar and gravy on the side. Just add them to the tofu pudding according to your own taste."

"I eat sweets."

"I eat salty food."

"Heh, tastes really do vary."

"Ah Li, what flavor do you want?"

Mo Li picked up a cup of sweet soy milk and waved it in front of them: "I'll drink soy milk."

"I want to drink it too, it looks delicious."

"You two get some. Start with the fried dough sticks and tofu pudding, then each of you have a tea-smoked egg. If that's not enough, you can have a layered meat pie."

Today's breakfast didn't have a huge variety, but the quantity was enough. They could stay on this planet for another two days, and Mo Li wanted to spend more time gathering resources so that she could have more room to showcase her culinary skills.

Ye Zixuan took a bite of the fried dough stick, her eyes suddenly brightening. She suddenly remembered the food blogger's live stream she had watched out of boredom yesterday, and couldn't help but complain:

"Yesterday, Ranran, the streamer, also made fried dough sticks, but they didn't look as good as Ali's at all, and they weren't as crispy. I thought they were okay at first, but after eating them, there's really no comparison. Ali, why don't you start a live stream too? I guarantee you'll make everyone's mouths water."

Mo Li directly refused: "I won't do live streaming. Cooking is just a hobby in my spare time and to satisfy my appetite."

She is very clear about her own cooking skills. If she goes live, the reaction and sensation it will cause is something she can intuitively foresee. Then the problem is that the ingredients she uses to cook will be different, and tracing them back will become very troublesome.

The hottest food blogger right now, her cooking skills are truly unmatched in the interstellar world. The problem lies in the ingredients, which is an objective factor that cannot be changed overnight. Mo Li has no intention of taking away anyone else's job.

Having experienced the turmoil of the apocalypse, she knows how to give back, but the time is not yet ripe. She will naturally return what comes from this world, whether it is the four-petaled flower that can purify, the little green grass, or the fertile flower and the fruit-bearing tree. These things need time and a certain scale to exert their greatest effect.

Of course, no one knew this, and she had no intention of telling anyone.

At this moment, everyone was completely captivated by Ye Zixuan's eating speed. In just five minutes, he had devoured five fried dough sticks, two large meat pies, a bowl of sweet tofu pudding, and a large cup of sweet soy milk. His gaze remained fixed on the food on the table.

"Ah Li, why did you make so much breakfast this morning, which is unusual for you?"

Mo Li thought to himself, "Young man, it wasn't just this morning. I made a lot for every meal, enough for ten meals, but I put it all away without your knowledge."

“You didn’t want to drink the nutritional supplements when we went out today, so I made some extra to take with you. You can take them out and eat them directly when you’re hungry.”

Ye Zixuan stood up abruptly, and taking advantage of her unpreparedness, bent down and kissed her soft, white cheek: "Ali, are you an angel? How can you be so good? I like you so much."

Perhaps afraid of being beaten, he turned and ran after the kiss, saying, "I'm going to get a thermal container to put it in."

Mo Li clenched her fists, and was so angry she laughed:

"Where are you going to get it? You're trying to fool me! Your things are all in your spatial storage, Ye Zixuan. How dare you take liberties with me? Do you want to die?"

Dongfang Yu said angrily, "Ye Zixuan, do you know what you're doing? How could you treat Ali like this?"

Ye Zixuan turned her head, raised an eyebrow, and said to him silently with a hint of provocation in her eyes, "Don't you want to?"

Dongfang Yu's gentle face suddenly turned somewhat cold and stern. His hands, hidden under the table, clenched into fists. For a moment, he couldn't say anything. Yes, deep down he was thinking the same thing, but he wasn't Ye Zixuan and couldn't be as carefree as him. A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe, Ali, don't be angry. Have you forgotten our relationship? It's normal for couples to kiss and hug each other every day. You need to get used to it."

"I'm used to you, my foot! Have you forgotten who was the goddess who used to be obsessed with you? Now you're my husband, and we're all kissing and hugging?"

Ye Zixuan touched his nose guiltily, feeling it was necessary to explain:

"Oh dear, Ali, you've misunderstood. My feelings for the goddess are purely romantic, like my heart yearns for the bright moon. It's not romantic love at all."

Besides, aren't people naturally drawn to the most beautiful things? My relationship with Ali is different. If you're unhappy, I'll definitely keep my distance from goddesses from now on." He paused, glancing at Dongfang Yu out of the corner of his eye, and decided to shift the blame:

"Besides, it's not just me, Dongfang Yu, oh, and Mo Junlin, Guan Yunzhou, and the others too..."

Dongfang Yu immediately spoke up to stop him: "Beigong Xue'er and I have known each other since childhood. Our relationship is one of friendship. As for the other two, I will not comment."

Ye Zixuan was so angry that he almost laughed. So you're using this trick too? But then he thought, this is fine too. The fire will be directed at the other two, as long as it doesn't burn him.

"I have no right to interfere with your interpersonal relationships; you are free to express your emotions."