"Interstellar cooking competition? Cooking with a mecha? Are you playing?" Ye Ling muttered, her fingers tapping the control panel unconsciously.
The touch of cold metal did not inspire her cooking at all, but instead made her more upset.
The various complicated buttons and indicator lights in the cockpit blurred into a blur in her eyes, just like her chaotic brain at the moment.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the deadline was like a sword of Damocles hanging over her head, making her feel breathless.
At the same time, Duan Yu stood in the solemn hall of the family. The atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.
Fiona, Duan Yu's cousin, crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes as sharp as a knife: "Duan Yu, you actually went against the family's decision for a woman of unknown origin! Where do you put the honor of the Duan family?" The surrounding family members cast contemptuous glances at him, like a group of poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity, spitting out their tongues and making bursts of hissing sounds.
Duan Yu remained calm and said firmly, "My choice has nothing to do with my family. I support Ye Ling because I believe in her."
Ye Ling paced back and forth in the room in annoyance. Duan Yu had been gone for several hours, and there was no news at all.
She tried to contact him but couldn't get through.
"Could something have happened?" she thought anxiously. Her heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it became difficult to breathe.
She walked to the window and looked at the bustling city night scene outside, but felt extremely lonely.
Suddenly, Ye Ling’s communicator rang. It was Bron.
"Ye Ling, I heard that Jinx is spreading rumors everywhere, saying that you will definitely not be able to complete this competition and will withdraw in disgrace!" There was a hint of indignation in Braum's voice.
"Haha, Jinx, she'll just have to wait for a slap in the face." Ye Ling sneered. She turned back to the console, took a deep breath, and pressed a bright red button...
"Orianna, activate level one preparation mode!"
The first-level preparation mode was activated, the lights inside the mecha flickered, and a low humming sound was emitted, like a sleeping giant beast slowly waking up.
There was a gleam of excitement in Ye Ling's eyes, and a confident arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The news spread quickly throughout the stadium as if it had wings.
Jinx originally had the mentality of watching the show, waiting for Ye Ling to give up, but she didn't expect that not only did she not retreat, but she was full of energy.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and even her delicate makeup couldn't hide her distorted expression.
"What's going on? Did this loser Ye Ling take the wrong medicine?" Jinx bit her bright red nails, the flame of jealousy burning in her heart.
The contestants around also stopped what they were doing and looked towards Ye Ling curiously.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air, with undercurrents surging, as if a storm was about to come.
At this moment, Braun rushed into Ye Ling's mecha hangar in a hurry, holding a few crumpled design drawings in his hand.
"Sister Ling! Sister Ling! I've got an idea!" He shouted excitedly, his voice so loud that it echoed throughout the mecha hangar.
When Ye Ling saw Braum, she felt like she had seen a savior and hurried to meet him.
"Tell me quickly, what tricks do you have?"
Bron smiled mysteriously, unfolded the drawings in his hand, pointed at one of them and said, "Look, this is the 'flame-jet frying pan' I designed. It can stir-fry delicious dishes in an instant, guaranteed to be delicious and fragrant!"
Ye Ling's eyes lit up, as if she saw the dawn of hope.
She took the drawing and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she thought the design was ingenious.
"Great! What a genius idea! Bron, you are my lucky star!" She patted Bron's shoulder excitedly, and her gloomy mood disappeared.
Braum felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. He scratched his head and chuckled, "Hehe, it's all thanks to your good guidance, Sister Ling."
The two discussed some other fantastic ideas, such as "laser engraved fruit platter", "plasma cutting molecular cuisine", etc. The whole mecha hangar was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Suddenly, the door to the warehouse slowly opened, and a tall figure appeared at the door...
The warehouse door slowly opened, and a tall figure appeared at the door. It was Duan Yu.
He was standing against the light, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of light gold, making him look even taller.
When she saw him, all of Ye Ling's worries disappeared in an instant, replaced by an indescribable sweetness.
She almost ran over and threw herself into his arms.
"You're finally here. I was so worried about you." Ye Ling's voice was choked with sobs. She hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.
Duan Yu hugged her back tenderly, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, and whispered comfortingly, "I'm fine, don't worry. I've already taken care of things with the family, so there won't be any obstacles for the time being." He paused, and his tone became even gentler, "I believe in you, you will definitely win the game, and make those who look down on you shut their stinky mouths." His voice was low and pleasant, as if carrying some kind of magic, which made Ye Ling feel instantly relieved, and a warm current surged in her heart.
The air around them seemed to become sweet, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air between the two of them.
Bron tactfully retreated quietly, leaving them some private space.
After a brief moment of tenderness, Ye Ling took a deep breath and decided to share her initial idea with the judge Victor.
She came to Victor with full confidence and vividly described a series of imaginative ideas such as "flame-jet frying pan", "laser-engraved fruit platter", and "plasma-cut molecular cuisine".
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