She was just thinking of sitting down to rest for a while when she turned around and saw a group of people staring at her.

They were all holding iron rods, which looked like iron rods but were actually laser weapons. Lin Yiran recognized these things.

"Are you Lin Yiran?" the leader asked.

Lin Yiran's heart skipped a beat. Could they be from the orphanage? "Yes? What's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?" she replied calmly.

The leader was a man in his thirties. In interstellar society, being in your thirties is still considered youthful, so he looked quite young. However, his taste was questionable. For some reason, his face and hair had a greasy look, like the style of people who used hair oil in the 1990s. He wore a floral shirt and tight jeans.

This kind of outfit is quite rare in interstellar space.

However, seeing that the clothes were made of good material, Lin Yiran thought that this person must be quite rich. She didn't remember offending such a person, unless he had something to do with the orphanage.

But she soon found out why.

The man in the floral shirt raised his head, and his henchmen quickly dragged over a man with a bruised and swollen face. After the man was kicked like an animal and stumbled and fell beside her, Lin Yiran realized that this man was Lin Fu, the black-skinned stall owner.

Lin Yiran crossed her arms, her demeanor suddenly shifting to one of intensity, her eyes sharpening.

The man in the floral shirt said confidently, "Don't be nervous. I'm here to ask if Miss Lin is interested in opening a restaurant with me?"

"I've seen that Miss Lin's cooking skills are indeed excellent, and her barbecue is especially delicious. So I'd like to collaborate with you, Miss Lin, and invite you to be the head chef of our restaurant. I'll pay you a salary. Or you can sell me the recipe; you can name your price. I prefer the latter option; it'll save you trouble, won't it? Why make things so difficult for a girl? Wouldn't it be better to just enjoy the money and eat and drink?"

Lin Yiran understood immediately, and suddenly changed her demeanor, glancing at Lin Fu, who was lying on the ground unconscious, and asked, "Did you beat him up?"

The man in the floral shirt picked at his ear without saying a word, but his underlings behind him jumped out and said, "Our Brother Shen was doing him a favor by hitting him. He wanted to partner with him to open a shop because his barbecue was delicious, but the man refused and even injured our Brother Shen! He deserved to be hit for that alone!"

"I guess he got beaten up because he wanted the formula but Lin Fu wouldn't give it to him," Lin Yiran snorted coldly.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a faint voice: "Miss Lin, I, I, you mustn't believe them, they... they just want the formula... that's all, they don't... want to cooperate with you at all, Miss Lin... don't believe them!" After saying that, he coughed up a large amount of black blood from his lungs, and then collapsed and lost consciousness. Only a faint consciousness kept him aware of his surroundings.

Lin Yiran naturally didn't believe them. Who would bring a bunch of people with sticks to discuss cooperation? They were just trying to steal the formula under the guise of cooperation.

Opening a shop? Probably planning to get the recipe first, then kick her to the curb! What's that called? Cutting off her supply lines.

Lin Yiran, however, didn't understand. It's just a formula, right? What's the point of stealing it? The fact that Lin Yiran could so easily give the formula to Lin Fu meant she never intended to keep it for herself. This kind of thing is only precious in interstellar society.

If this were on their ancient Earth, they could figure out the recipe just by tasting it themselves. Why would they need to resort to outright robbery?

Seeing that Lin Fu was trying to ruin their plans, the henchman charged forward, brandishing his fists: "Damn it, what's it to you!"

Then Lin Yiran turned around and kicked him away!

"Ah!! Boss, boss, this woman actually dared to hit me, ah, it hurts so much!" He then rolled on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The man in the floral shirt said, "Miss Lin is quite skilled..." He showed no concern for his injured subordinate.

Lin Yiran frowned and hesitated. "Stop playing coy with me. You just want the formula, right? I'll give it to you." Then she took out the note she had shown Lin Fu before and handed it directly to the man in the floral shirt.

The younger brother next to him took it and showed it to him, putting on quite a show.

However, Yuan Shen only glanced at it before taking out a lighter and burning the note!

Lin Yiran frowned. Something was wrong. What was he trying to do? Did he not want the formula, so he was here to cause trouble?

The man in the floral shirt yelled, "Do you think I'm stupid? We got this formula from Lin Fu a long time ago. This isn't what I want at all!" He suddenly became furious, feeling like he had been played for a fool.

"This recipe simply can't replicate the taste of the food from your stall! And I've had it tested; your food doesn't contain any berserk energy at all! I need this recipe! I need a recipe that can remove berserk energy!"

"Where's the recipe? Hand it over right now, or else... don't blame me for being impolite." His eyes gradually turned sinister.

Only the most elite families in the interstellar world possess the method to remove the violent energy from mutated plants—something that countless people covet.

Unfortunately, those people never made the formula public. Instead, they monopolized it with capital, denying these people at the bottom a way to survive, causing him to suffer the pain of his mental energy surging every day due to the violent energy.

He had accidentally tasted some grilled skewers made by Lin Yiran from his underling, and from the first bite, he knew this food was extraordinary. His A-level mental energy surge was showing signs of easing! He was overjoyed and immediately sent his underling to find Lin Yiran, but Lin Yiran hadn't set up her stall for two days in a row, while the dark-skinned stall owner had been there the whole time.

Ask them what they are looking for?

They even claimed that their barbecue recipe was exactly the same as Lin Yiran's. So they kidnapped Lin Fu, but the food they made contained a lot of violent energy! After eating it, his mental energy went berserk again, and he accidentally killed two of his henchmen.

His mental sea is still aching faintly, and there is a tendency for it to erupt again.

Fortunately, I found Lin Yiran had set up her stall as soon as I arrived today.

That's why he wanted to get his hands on Lin Yiran's formula and keep it for himself.

As for why Lin Yiran, a lowly person, would have the formula, he thought about it and investigated her background. She was just an orphan from an orphanage. Offending her wouldn't result in any retaliation from anyone, so he was fearless.

He hadn't expected Lin Yiran to be so strong.

Lin Yiran understood. So it was about finding a way to remove the violent energy. She got it.

However: "No."

That was her answer!