The reddish-brown clay pot in front of me was bubbling away, wisps of white steam rising from it, filling the entire space with the rich and delicious aroma of fish soup.

Ling Miao's hands moved without stopping, the thin, white, soft noodles slipping through her fingers with practiced ease. If it weren't for the kitchen setting, one might mistake it for an art performance.

There's no other reason than her elegant and fluid technique. In the blink of an eye, a fist-sized dough ball was transformed into long, thin noodles in her hands, and with a wave of her arm, the originally slightly thick noodles instantly became much thinner.

She put the rolled-out noodles into the clay pot, and the previously anxious pot instantly quieted down. Ling Miao picked up her chopsticks and stirred the noodles briefly before falling into deep thought again.

It has been a week since she traveled here. Unlike the wonderful life she imagined, the planet Tadar that she traveled to is one of the poorest and most backward planets in the interstellar world.

Ling Miao couldn't help but sigh. The gap between the rich and the poor could not be eliminated even in the interstellar era.

She frowned and looked down at the old, tattered Star Brain on her wrist, which flickered with a dull red light from time to time. She knew this was the final warning that its energy was almost depleted.

Even in interstellar space, the fundamental nature of impoverished people remains unchanged.

Ling Miao thought to herself with a bittersweet smile, then looked up at the deserted entrance and couldn't help but frown. This was already the third day since the store opened.

From initial high aspirations to shattered confidence, this process took only three days.

[Please earn Deliciousness Points as soon as possible, Host]

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Ling Miao took a deep breath, frowning with some dissatisfaction: "Where am I supposed to find customers for you in this godforsaken place?"

Upon closer listening, there was a hint of regret.

If she had known that the first step would be aborted, why did she agree to the system so readily?

Ling Miao regretted it. On the third day after she transmigrated here, she was bound to a system called "Spreading Food". Overwhelmed by the surprise of the big gift package of going home and traveling between different worlds, she agreed to the other party's request without hesitation.

Promote delicious food and earn enough deliciousness points as energy.

When she calmed down, even though she felt a little annoyed, she didn't take it to heart. But today, after she opened her business and sorted out all the information in her mind, she couldn't help but feel deep regret.

Tadar is one of the most underdeveloped planets in the interstellar space. The total population of the entire planet is only a few hundred thousand, most of whom are old, weak, sick, or disabled. Those who are capable left the planet long ago to make a living elsewhere.

It can be said that almost everyone left on this planet is still struggling to make ends meet.

If people can't even afford the cheapest nutritional supplement, who would be willing to spend money to enjoy delicious food made from natural ingredients?

The reality of the past three days shattered Ling Miao's hopes, and the system's constant urging only added to her frustration.

Ling Miao, filled with remorse, was lost in her own world until a question came from above her head.

"Excuse me, is this a restaurant?"

Standing there, Susan couldn't help but sniff. The air was filled with a fresh and rich aroma. She swallowed hard without making a sound and looked expectantly at the girl who was sitting in the chair deep in thought.

Ling Miao snapped out of her daze, saw the girl in front of her, suppressed her excitement, and smiled, "Yes, sir." After a pause, Ling Miao continued, "Because we've just opened, we only have one dish available for now."

Would you like one?

After hearing Ling Miao's words, Susan immediately felt a pang of regret. Glancing at the shop's decor out of the corner of her eye, while it wasn't exactly luxurious, it was at least clean and bright.

Remembering that this was the only restaurant she had seen since arriving on Tadar, she suddenly felt deflated, waved her hand, and said casually, "Okay."

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

Ling Miao turned around, a smile playing on her lips, her excitement almost bursting forth.

God knows how much joy and motivation this only customer in the past three days brought her. If there were no more customers, not to mention the system, she would starve to death here first.

After all, judging from the circumstances when the original owner transmigrated, the original owner must have starved to death.

Now, the restaurant's facilities, decorations, and all the kitchenware and ingredients were obtained by Ling Miao through persistent pestering of the system on credit.

Otherwise, with the original owner's pockets being even emptier than her face, where would she have gotten the funds to buy items and ingredients?

Ling Miao entered the kitchen, while Susan sat on a chair behind her, looking around. The faint aroma of fresh food wafted to her nose, calming her slightly uneasy heart.

She thought with a sense of comfort that even if the taste wasn't great, the enticing aroma alone should be enough to... make her eat it, right?

Realizing her own thoughts, Susan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Who would have thought that just three days ago she was the pampered third young lady of the family, but now she had been banished to the planet Tadar, where even an ordinary restaurant could make her bow down?

Touching her empty stomach, Susan sighed. It wasn't that she didn't want to drink the nutritional supplement, but after more than twenty years of a refined lifestyle, going back to simplicity was something she really couldn't adapt to now.

Ling Miao had no idea what Susan was thinking. At this moment, she looked at the noodles that were completely soaked in the milky white soup and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. She then put the handmade fish balls that she had prepared into the casserole.

The plump, round meatballs were forced to float on the thick, white broth, faintly tinged with light pink, making them look delicate and adorable.

To be fair, although the system is a bit stingy, the quality is still very reliable.

The quality of this fish was the best Ling Miao had ever seen.

The meatballs cooked quickly, so Ling Miao turned off the heat, put on heat-resistant gloves, and carried the casserole to a tray, delivering it all the way to Susan.

"Please have a meal, guests."

Ling Miao bent down and placed the casserole on the heat-resistant table mat.

Susan snapped out of her daze, only to be suddenly enveloped in a cloud of white steam. The light white steam, carrying a familiar aroma, instantly cleared her head. Her eyes were fixed on the bubbling white clay pot in front of her.

Wisps of white steam rose from the boiling casserole, filling the air with a rich, indescribable aroma that wafted straight into the nostrils.

She couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and skillfully lifted the noodles. The soft and chewy noodles even trembled a couple of times between the chopsticks, making Susan's eyes light up. She couldn't wait to wrap the noodles in one bite.

Ling Miao's eyelids twitched as she watched. Just as she was about to speak up to warn the other person, she saw the other person open their mouth wide, their expression contorted as they slurped, the noodles in their mouth still emitting white steam and burning hot, but they just held back from spitting them out.

This is absolutely divine!

She dared to say she had never tasted such delicious food, not even within her own family!