The speed of interstellar logistics was faster than Ling Miao had imagined. The ingredients, which she originally thought would arrive at noon, were delivered to the restaurant entrance at just eight o'clock.
Ling Miao received the groceries she had purchased from the logistics robot, thanked it in a good mood, and turned around only to find herself being pulled from behind.
She turned around in confusion and saw that the hem of her clothes was being held by the robot.
The other party's cold, hard silver casing gleamed with a cold light, and its electronic screen flashed red.
Logistics fees
Logistics costs?
Hearing these three words, Ling Miao slowly came to her senses and stared wide-eyed in disbelief. This is the interstellar era, how can they still be discriminating against each other?
Why are remote areas not eligible for free shipping?!
It takes this long, and you still don't offer free shipping?
How can people do things?
She wanted to argue, but faced with the robot's red-glowing electronic screen, she chickened out, reluctantly pulling out her broken Star Brain and barely managing to pay.
She stomped her feet angrily only after the logistics robot disappeared from her sight.
"What’s wrong with you?"
As soon as Avril and her two companions arrived with Susan and her group, they saw Ling Miao looking pained, carrying things in her hands, but not stopping her from moving around, which made people laugh.
Why is shipping to remote planets not free?!
"I want to file a complaint—"
Ling Miao looked pained; the logistics costs were almost equal to the cost of the groceries she was carrying!
Not only is shipping not included, but why is it so expensive!
Is there no justice in this world?!
The group exchanged glances, watching her rambling on and on, her heart aching, and couldn't help but suppress their laughter. Avril glanced at the ingredients in his arms and changed the subject.
"What delicious food is this?"
Ling Miao composed herself, but was still somewhat unhappy. She said listlessly, "I bought some spare ribs to make spare rib and mushroom congee."
It sounds delicious.
The group exchanged glances, their enthusiasm instantly rising. They stepped forward, took the ingredients from Ling Miao's arms, and shoved her inside.
Inside the kitchen, Ling Miao looked at the group of people who were enthusiastically helping out, thought for a moment, and asked, "Does anyone mind if I do a live stream?"
Several people shook their heads. Susan hesitated for a moment, but then followed the crowd.
Seeing that no one had any objections, Ling Miao mentally activated the system, raised the Star Brain on her wrist, and pretended to click a few times.
A semi-transparent live stream page popped up.
Avril leaned closer to look, her tone still somewhat incredulous: "I didn't expect your Star Brain to be so useful."
She was simply marveling at how well Ling Miao's Star Brain actually worked, despite its dilapidated appearance.
Ling Miao didn't say anything, but just smiled awkwardly.
"Hello everyone, welcome to Youwei Restaurant. Today we're making pork rib and mushroom congee. If you like it, please follow us and support us."
Without further ado, after a brief introduction, Ling Miao began preparing the ingredients.
After soaking the fresh pork ribs to remove the blood, the remaining ingredients were processed in turn. With the help of several people, Ling Miao seemed much more at ease.
I occasionally looked back at their actions, which gave me time to reply to the comments.
The atmosphere in the live stream is always lively, with most fans being friendly. Of course, there are also some envious and jealous people who have made some uncomfortable comments.
Ling Miao pretended not to see it, memorized those IDs, and then disabled their access.
As loyal fans of the Youwei Restaurant livestreamer, Xiong Yichen and his sister received a notification from Xingnao as soon as the livestream started.
The brother and sister couldn't wait to open the live stream and saw the streamer stir-frying over high heat in a large black pot.
Fresh pork ribs, freshly put into the pot, are not exactly pleasant to smell during the process of stir-frying to remove moisture. Not only does a little bit of bloody smell emerge, but they also have an indescribable fishy odor.
The two immediately covered their noses, and seeing the anchor calmly stirring the food over a high flame, they felt a surge of respect.
There are quite a few vegetarians in interstellar space. In addition to herbivorous races, there are also some omnivorous races that have chosen to be vegetarian.
This is not because they don't eat meat.
In fact, after tens of thousands of years of interstellar evolution, especially the Orc race...
Their bodies are the result of rigorous selection and refinement, retaining only the elite of their tribe. Aside from differences in their original forms, their habits are largely the same; there are no races that exclusively eat specific foods.
Otherwise, they would have been eliminated long ago in the course of thousands of years of evolution.
The main reason they don't choose to eat meat is that some orcs can't stand the unpleasant smell of meat.
Since there are other options to ensure the body gets the energy it needs, why force yourself to try foods you don't like?
Xiong Yichen and his sister are considered semi-vegetarians. Although they do not avoid meat or vegetables, they rarely eat meat because the meat retains too strong a fishy smell when cooking.
Not only them, but their entire family is like this.
Ling Miao was unaware of what the two people in the live stream were thinking. She turned the heat up high and stir-fried the oil, which sizzled and popped in the pan.
One glistening bubble after another rose from the bottom of the pot, and the ribs began to turn golden brown. Ling Miao poured in the prepared ingredients, glanced at the live stream, and gave a brief explanation:
"If you have dried seafood, you can add some to enhance the flavor and make the porridge taste even better."
Since there were no dried scallops, Ling Miao only added some dried mushrooms, which she bought from the market yesterday.
The dried mushrooms are brown. Add scallions and ginger to remove the fishy smell, stir-fry over high heat for a few seconds, and then add diced carrots.
The bright color instantly illuminates the inside of the pan, and the stir-frying process is now complete.
Ling Miao looked at the still curious crowd, put the stir-fried ingredients into the prepared large clay pot, poured in the pre-soaked rice and water, and covered it.
"The preliminary preparations for this pork rib and mushroom congee are now complete. Let's just wait patiently from now on."
Ling Miao watched the live stream and laughed, "Friends who have convenient rice cookers at home can also use them, so they don't have to wait so long."
Flames danced on the stove, and the black earthenware pot slowly and leisurely released wisps of steam.
Only when the viewers in the live stream urged her did Ling Miao leisurely step forward to check.
"ah...."
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"It's not ready yet, we'll have to wait a while."
Ling Miao winked playfully, and the live stream's popularity soared like a pufferfish. Even Susan and the others, who had been in the background, couldn't resist crowding around.
"Miaomiao," Susan pouted, her eyes fixed on the steaming black clay pot.
"Should I try it first to see if it's ready?"
Everyone: "......"
Live stream chat: "..."
These abacus beads are practically jumping into my face!
[Wait, to be honest, I can also try it for the streamer [cute] jpg.]
Even assuming she was wrong, was she really at fault?
The comments in the live stream were all incredibly interesting, and Avril and the others watched intently, their eyes constantly glancing at the steaming clay pot.
Slurp—it smells so good!
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Ling Miao, under pressure from the group and the live stream audience, stepped forward and lifted the black cover.
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