Interstellar Boss She Has Bugs

"A netizen you know?" Yan Luan whispered, turning Mochizuki's words in his heart a few times, always feeling that something was wrong somewhere in his heart.

But looking at the perfectly natural look on Mochizuki's face, Yan Luan couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

"I have already sent the seeds you need, and it may take a while for the next batch of seeds."

Speaking of the purification point, Mochizuki couldn't help but want to complain about the dog illustration system.

When the seeds in the illustrated book were exchanged and sent out in large quantities, Mochizuki still had a fluke mentality in his heart.

--Cheating.

In Mochizuki's heart, she thought, since those seeds of a generation were sent out from her hands, if those people planted those seeds all over the interstellar, would the evolutionary value harvested after those seeds grow be counted as on her head?

However, after spending more than a month, looking at the illustrated book mall, due to his continuous tax exchange for seeds, his evolutionary value became less and less, Mochizuki finally saw the cruel reality clearly.

That is, no matter how many generations of seeds are sent by her hands, they are not planted by her own hands, and the purification value produced by those plants after they grow will not be attributed to her.

After recognizing this cruel reality, Mochizuki was so angry that he couldn't eat for a day.

Fortunately, before she sent the seeds, she was still secretly happy, feeling hopeful that someone would finally help her to work.

Unexpectedly, the seeds were sent out, but those sent out seeds had nothing to do with her at all.

Yan Luan looked at the girl who had changed several expressions in just a few minutes, and found it very interesting.

... Mochizuki now has a bitter expression on his face.

She is suffering and can't tell wow!

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Seeing Mochizuki's brows frown into a knot, Yan Luan finally couldn't help asking.

"It's actually nothing." Mochizuki shook her head, how could she say something like the exhaustion of purification value?

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me." Knowing that this girl's sense of independence is terrible, in the end, Yan Luan had no choice but to say this.

"Okay." Mochizuki was already absent-minded at this time.

"..."

Cutting off Yan Luan's video, looking at the rice field growing in front of him, Mochizuki knew that the matter of Eternal Star had come to an end.

And now she needs a lot of purification value.

There is no delay.

Originally, two special plants were planted in front of the two cracks. In Mochizuki's view, with these two special plants, the purification value he needs should not be as scarce as before.

but……

Obviously, the whole universe urgently needs a generation of seeds. Even if she earns hundreds of millions of purification points every day, it is not enough for her to squander.

Because, the purification value needed for one catty of rice seeds is tens of millions.

When she saw this value, Mochizuki could hardly believe her eyes.

But she can't do anything, who made the illustrated book mall always be Party A's father!

As Party B who beats the workers, Mochizuki is somewhat self-aware no matter how unwilling he is.

And there are so many planets in the universe, the plants needed, and the purification value required, Mochizuki can hardly imagine!

"Oh..." Mochizuki couldn't help but sighed.

When she slowly returned to the courtyard of the patriarch's house, the entire courtyard was bustling with dinner parties.

The clansmen on the Eternal Star are not as stiff as they were when they first met. The villagers have changed their lives greatly during this period, and their personalities have also become cheerful.

In addition, during this period of time, Mochizuki continued to train their culinary skills by the devil, so these people were in awe of Mochizuki and wanted to get close.

The dinner party was arranged by the patriarch's grandfather.

The old man felt that the people of the clan had worked hard during this period, and they had also made a lot of money on Xingwang.

So today, we organize people from the tribe to come to the house to show off their skills, and let them freely display their cooking skills.

Also let Mochizuki see the results of his hard work for a month.

Mochizuki stood at the door and looked at the children running around in the yard, busy men, laymen, women choosing vegetables, girls...

Everything is so vibrant, her eyes are a little moist.

Even in Blue Star, she has never seen this kind of scene after entering the apocalypse.

People who have entered the end of the world will have smiles on their faces, but most of them are the smiles of the survivors...

Leaning against the door, watching the bustling scene in the yard.

In Mochizuki's mind, inappropriately, the words said by the military man in the Sunset Cloud Valley sounded: Fortunately, life is not disgraceful, and the inheritance is not broken.

Among these people, Mochizuki finally has a sense of belonging that the fallen leaves return to their roots.

"Okay, Master is here, ask her to comment, which of the dishes we cook is the most satisfying to him!"

The few chefs who were making a fuss saw Mochizuki leaning against the door with keen eyes, and instantly found the backbone.

Mochizuki approached the crowd with a smile, looked at the dishes she was familiar with on the table, and sighed in her heart: It seems that if you want to eat in the future, you don't have to do it yourself, just go through the wormhole to the Eternal Star.

That's right, although Mochizuki is extremely talented in cooking and loves to cook and eat, she also has a girl's common problem: she loves smug beauty and doesn't like the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen.

Now looking at the chef he has spent a lot of effort to train, Mochizuki can be said to be gratified.

"Buddha Tiaoqiang, due to lack of ingredients, the taste is mediocre, roast duck, because the purification is not clean enough, the meat quality is not good, but the chef's skills are good, this cake is really good, the osmanthus cake is really not poking..."

Mochizuki unceremoniously tasted a dozen or twenty dishes in front of him from the beginning to the end, and after a round, he was already half full.

And those young or elderly chefs who received Mochizuki's comments couldn't stop smiling.

——Whether Mochizuki pointed out his shortcomings or praised him.

"Sister Full Moon." A little Douding rushed towards Mochizuki like a cannonball.

Wangyue hurriedly caught him and hugged him up, "Xiao Gongju, don't you need to study today?"

Mochizuki looked outside the door and saw a group of children, poking their heads outside the door.

"Didn't the patriarch's grandpa say that he's coming to a dinner party today? Let's let these little bean dings come and relax too. It's lively when there are many people." A handsome woman walked out from the pile of children, speaking in a soft voice.

"That's the reason." Mochizuki nodded, and put down the little girl in her arms, "Go, Uncle and Uncle have a lot of cakes, let them take some out, and pad your stomach first."

"Oh..."

The children cheered and rushed towards the chefs in chef uniforms.

At this moment, Mochizuki saw the old patriarch waving to him to signal her to go over.

Mochizuki got rid of the children around her, walked to the old patriarch, and the two went to a quieter place together.

"Don't the old man go online?" Mochizuki's voice was full of teasing.