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

Mo Li first cooked a piece of sheep meat for each of them and put it on their plates. There was no way around it; for these two, meat was always their first choice when they ate, especially Ye Zixuan.

The moment the sliced ​​meat landed in the bowl, he eagerly picked it up, dipped it in his sauce bowl, and ate it in one bite with a "whoosh!" The next moment, he jumped up and danced around happily.

"What an amazing taste! It's incredible! Ali, how are you so amazing? I never expected this hot pot to be so delicious."

Dongfang Yu also showed a surprised expression, and his eyes were filled with a soft light as he looked at Mo Li. He naturally followed her instructions and put the cooked ingredients into her plate.

Mo Li's expression was slightly cold. She glanced at him, and for some reason, she could feel a gentle, subtle tenderness. She smiled at him.

"Hot pot tastes better when you cook it yourself. You don't need to take care of me, just eat by yourself. The tripe, honeycomb tripe, and duck intestines all taste very good."

Ye Zixuan was hissing from the spiciness, but her mouth didn't stop for a second. She glanced at the two of them and glared at Dongfang Yu with a hint of displeasure:

"Hmph, you always try to be helpful for no reason. Ali already said that hot pot tastes best when you cook it yourself, so you're just being redundant." After a pause, she continued, "Ali, how about we have hot pot again tonight?"

Mo Li shook her head helplessly, her gaze sweeping over the table full of ingredients that had just been eaten:

"Take care of these things first. Hot pot? That's not a bad idea. I was planning to make dumplings tonight."

"I want to eat dumplings, but we can save the hot pot for tomorrow." Ye Zixuan is definitely someone who likes to try new things.

"Ye Zixuan, are you just jealous that I'm not busy? Do you really want me to serve you three meals a day?"

Dongfang Yu: "When we return to the capital planet tomorrow, Ye Zixuan, you should have other things to do, right? Longevity Fruit..." He emphasized the last three words slightly.

Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically, and his mood became somewhat depressed. He sighed, "Yes, there is indeed something important. No, I need to eat more this time."

"Slow down, there's really no one going to take your food."

Whether it was influenced by Ye Zixuan or not, Mo Li ate so much hot pot that she was stuffed. More importantly, as she expected, the interstellar food had been purified by her space, so no matter what the ingredients were, the taste was better than she had imagined.

Mo Li suddenly realized that she hadn't been controlling her diet since she transmigrated. She immediately got up to check her body and even pinched her waist. Finding that she hadn't gained weight, she breathed a deep sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness I haven't gained weight."

Dongfang Yu: "Ali shouldn't have such worries at all. After we return to the capital planet, I will prepare a body shaping agent for you. One bottle will last for a year, so you don't need to worry about gaining weight."

Just as Mo Li was about to refuse, Ye Zixuan, who had been enjoying his meal immensely, looked over:

"I don't think Ali needs any slimming products at all. Look at her thin arms and legs now, she looks so frail and thin. If she drinks them, she'll just turn into a skeleton. Ali, you need to eat more. It's prettier to be a little more voluptuous."

Mo Li subconsciously looked at a certain part of herself and felt that all the fat had gone to that spot. Moreover, she didn't feel thin at all; on the contrary, she felt that she looked just right. After her period of exercise, her skin was firm and exuded a vibrant beauty. She also had abs and a beautiful six-pack, and her forearm muscles were also perfectly toned.

Dongfang Yu merely glanced at him indifferently without saying anything, but Ye Zixuan felt inexplicably annoyed by his gaze. He couldn't confront him directly, otherwise he would seem somewhat unreasonable.

He had no choice but to indulge his appetite, and in just fifteen minutes, he had eaten almost all the food on the table. Now, he was using a small spoon to scoop out hot pot broth.

"You don't actually have to taste it."

"It smells so good, I couldn't resist the temptation and only took a small spoonful to taste it."

"up to you."

She knows a thing or two about the world of foodies.

After she finished speaking, she got up and sat in front of the spaceship window to listen to the rain and enjoy the scenery. The interstellar raindrops were a little murky, and the rain was too heavy. There were puddles of all sizes on the ground outside, and the raindrops falling from the sky stirred up small water splashes.

If it weren't for my special abilities and good vision, it would actually be difficult to see outside right now. I don't know if it's due to the specific environment of interstellar space, but it seems to get foggy particularly easily.

The rain and fog almost completely obscured people's vision. Because she had lived in the apocalypse, Mo Li disliked rainy days. She looked at Dongfang Yudao, who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Do you think this rain will really last a long time?"

"No, given the natural changes on this planet, it basically stops at night. Does Ali have any other plans?"

"No, I just don't like rainy days."

"Before I go to other planets next time, I will find out the weather changes for the next month. If Ali only wants to enjoy the scenery and collect edible ingredients, there are many well-developed planets to go to."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Mo Li didn't actually have any special requirements, as long as her data collection needs could be met, other things were not within her consideration for the time being.

She looked at him and suddenly asked, "Dumplings, what kind of filling do you want?"

He was very familiar with dumplings; she had made pan-fried dumplings for breakfast before.

"Does Ali have any recommendations? I don't know much about dumplings."

"Fresh shrimp, mushrooms, carrots and beef, lamb and green onions... there's too much, that's all for now."

"I never knew dumplings could come in so many flavors. Ali has really broadened my horizons once again."

Upon hearing this, Mo Li muttered under his breath, "You've really broadened your horizons. If you actually entered the world of food, you'd be so shocked you wouldn't be able to leave."

After Ye Zixuan finished eating, she came over and said, "Ali, I'm not picky. I'll eat anything with meat filling."

"Hehe, you're not picky, you're just greedy."

"Hehe, what can I do? All the things Ali makes are so delicious, I just can't control my mouth."

"Come on, you want to eat? You have to make it yourself to have enough to eat. You have to make it yourself."

"No problem, as long as Ali teaches me."

The afternoon passed peacefully. The three chatted for a while, then drowsiness crept in, and Mo Li yawned, tossing out a remark:

"On rainy days, besides eating hot pot, the best thing to do is sleep."

After Mo Li fell asleep, two large lumps appeared on the huge bed. Although they were sleeping in the same bed, they didn't actually touch each other. There was a large distance between them, and they were clearly separated.

After waking up, she arranged for the two of them to help her make dumplings. She prepared the filling in advance, and the dumpling wrappers were made by machine. They only needed to wrap the dumplings.

Ye Zixuan struggled with the first dumpling. After fiddling with it for a long time, he finally tore the dumpling wrapper to pieces and had to ask Mo Li for help: "Ah Li, look, this is too difficult. The whole dumpling is ruined."

"Where there's a will, there's a way. Keep going, young man. I believe in you. Besides, this is only the first one. You should learn from Dongfang Yu. Look how patient he is."

“Him? What a joke it would be for me to learn from him. No way, just wait, I’ll definitely wrap better and more than him.”

Mo Li's lips twitched. Why did this inexplicably arouse his damn competitive spirit?

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