Ling Miao turned around, and the person behind her was only a few steps away.

He was tall and cast a shadow in front of her, creating a sense of oppression.

She involuntarily took a few steps back, looked up, and saw Cedrian standing in front of her, looking down at her.

Ling Miao shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with a smile, "I didn't see anything."

Cedrian didn't speak, his gaze sweeping around the restaurant before settling on the student from earlier.

The young military academy student, dressed in uniform, stood tall and straight. His youthful face still carried the vitality of a teenager, radiating youthful energy. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes kept glancing this way, with a hint of shyness.

He lowered his brows and eyes, almost instantly realizing what the other person was thinking.

"It's so good to be young."

Ling Miao sighed inexplicably, completely unaware that she was about the same age as the other person.

Upon hearing this, Cedrian froze, but before he could say anything, he heard Ling Miao's cheerful voice again.

"By the way, how old are you, General?"

Ling Miao was a little curious about the general's age. People in such high positions usually give the impression of being older, but Cedrian was a rare exception.

The other party had already risen to the rank of Imperial General at a young age.

She also heard people on the StarNet saying that after Field Marshal Field retires, his successor will be General Cedrian.

Seeing her staring at him with her bright, sparkling eyes, Cedrian felt unusually uncomfortable. Remembering his age, he remained silent for a while before finally saying, "One hundred and thirty years old."

Actually, he should be 133 years old this year.

But what's the difference between 130 and 133? It's just three years.

As he thought this, he met Ling Miao's eyes, and she sincerely exclaimed, "General, you are so young."

Of course he's young. According to the lifespan calculations of interstellar people, 130 years old is the prime of youth, equivalent to his twenties in his previous life.

Thanks to the technological advancements of the interstellar age and the continuous evolution of humanity, the average lifespan of interstellar dwellers is around five hundred years.

Some well-maintained interstellar people could live to be six hundred years old.

However, their childhood was no different from their adulthood in their previous life; the only difference was that their maturity and old age were prolonged.

Interstellar people only enter old age at 450 years old, and before that, they have a considerable period of youth after reaching adulthood at the age of 20.

This is also the key to the continued growth and vitality of the Star People.

"How old are you?"

Hearing Ling Miao's sigh, Cedrian felt a little better and couldn't help but ask her a question.

"I?"

Ling Miao thought for a moment. In her previous life, she was twenty-five years old. Now, she thought for a while before realizing that the original owner of this body was the same age as her.

However, in terms of age among interstellar people, I am quite young.

This is an irresistible temptation for any woman.

So she answered the question with great enthusiasm, "I'm twenty-five."

Twenty-five.

Cedrian looked at the other person's eyes crinkling with pleasure and smiled faintly in return.

Students in the restaurant glanced up and saw Cedrian standing in the kitchen, talking to the manager with his head down.

The usually aloof general even showed a faint smile.

Some people rubbed their eyes hard, staring in disbelief.

"General?"

These words were like opening a box, and everyone looked up and saw the general standing behind the shopkeeper.

The other person had a smile on their face, but when they noticed their movements, the smile disappeared, and they returned to their normal expression.

Why don't you go back first?

Seeing the students' restlessness, Ling Miao said.

In the past, she never imagined that she would be able to speak to a general in such a relaxed and natural tone.

The other person seemed quite disappointed. After a moment of silence, they slowly nodded and strode out.

Cedrian stopped in front of the restaurant and turned back to look at Ling Miao, who had already turned and gone back to the kitchen.

He glanced at the students in the restaurant who were stealing glances at him from time to time, and for the first time, he felt that they were such an eyesore.

He didn't know what to say even if he wanted to stay.

The students whispered amongst themselves, completely unaware of the general's thoughts. Only after he had completely left the restaurant did they begin to discuss it.

"Why would the general be here?"

"Nonsense, this is a restaurant. Where else would the general go if he doesn't come here?"

The person next to him rolled their eyes and patted their companion on the shoulder without any politeness.

"No, what I mean is that it's not mealtime now."

The two exchanged a glance, and the other instantly understood his meaning, saying in unison:

"The general actually ate all the food himself!"

Many others shared the same sentiment; their previous admiration for the general quickly receded, leaving them with only complex emotions.

#What to do when your beloved general secretly eats something delicious behind their back?#

#What if the restaurant manager secretly gives the general special treatment, and they want to eat it too?#

#I want to eat this too!!!#

All that resentment turned into a tangible gaze, following Ling Miao like a shadow.

Ling Miao, who met everyone's gazes as soon as she stepped out of the kitchen, was speechless.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, somewhat puzzled, but everyone just watched without making any strange moves, and she remained calm and unconcerned.

They were busy until 8 p.m. Thanks to the addition of Hobson as an employee, everyone's efficiency improved significantly, and even the pressure on their shoulders was reduced considerably.

Ling Miao patted his arm, increasingly satisfied with this taciturn but capable employee.

"Just tell me what you'd like to eat."

Hobson looked at Ling Miao and slowly shook his head.

"Everyone must be hungry by now, so don't be shy."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to Susan and Rella, and even the twins who had been staying quietly in the backyard ran out, their eyes sparkling as they looked at Ling Miao.

The other party accepted it well, so it was clear that it wasn't specifically for him.

Hobson thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know either."

Everything the manager makes is delicious; he can't choose just one.

"And what about you?"

She then turned to look at the other people.

Several people shook their heads in succession.

Ling Miao rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a while before her gaze suddenly fell on the clay pot in the half-open cabinet.

Those were a batch of casserole dishes that were ordered beforehand, and they were used to make minced meat and eggplant casserole.

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up. "It would be a waste not to use so many clay pots to make clay pot rice."

It just so happens that she hasn't had claypot rice in a long time.

That crispy, golden-brown rice was so fragrant and delicious that it made your nose tingle with its aroma!

Seeing that Ling Miao had an idea, the group immediately got to work without her saying anything more, picking up the ingredients and preparing to cook under her guidance.

Ling Miao still felt a little regretful. If we're talking about claypot rice, the one she considers number one is Cantonese sausage claypot rice.

However, she didn't have any sausages on hand at the moment, so she had to regretfully give up on the idea.