It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Originally I just wanted to smooth things over, but when I actually ate this tofu brain, a group of ignorant interstellar people were shocked: "What is this? It's so delicious!"

In fact, Su Chaoliu and Su Chaoqi think this tofu brain is not delicious. It is just sweet. Although it is just sprinkled with brown sugar water, tofu brain and brown sugar are also a classic combination. The salty version is really bland. After all, there are really not many things that Mother Qiao can use.

It can only be said that the interstellar people really have nothing to eat. Even the rich dude in front of me has not eaten much because he has reserved a restaurant. What is served in the restaurant depends on luck. If you are lucky, the food will have normal taste. If you're not lucky, it's just a bunch of burned stuff that you don't know what it is.

"How can you save face for her?" Su Chaoliu asked softly, "Wouldn't it be better to just slap her in the face?"

Su Chaoqi smiled lightly: "After all, this is Mr. Yue's situation. It's hard for him to mess with it."

Although a slap in the face is fun, they are not here to make enemies, and it is better to use softer methods.

Su Chao Liu shrugged, already a little impatient to stay on this occasion, she looked out the window and frowned.

Did she just see someone she knew?

No, it's not possible when you think about it. It's weird no matter how you think about him appearing here at this time.

But the way she looked out the window was misleading.

"Chaoliu wants to play in the arena, right?" Yue Ming walked up to her and followed her gaze. He thought he understood her thoughts, so he smiled and said, "I'll take you down."

"No..." Su Chaoliu was about to deny it, but after thinking about it, there was nothing to deny. There was no need, so he stopped talking.

Yue Ming said to the others: "You eat, I will take them to play."

Su Chaoqi naturally followed.

Yang Qingjun immediately said: "No, it's not fun to be alone. Let's all go. Let's run a few laps with our two sisters."

Although Su Chaoliu didn't want to play with such a large group of people, it was really difficult to refuse, and thinking from the other party's perspective, even if it was for etiquette, he would not let them act alone. There must always be someone to accompany them, otherwise it would be too much like isolation. .

Chu Bing was angry and resentful when she saw Yang Qingjun being so attentive, but he couldn't show it, so he could only grit his teeth secretly.

"Don't worry," one of her little sisters walked past her and comforted her softly, "they won't be able to dance for long."

Su Chaoliu didn't care about their little tricks. She pulled Su Chaoqi to the front and landed on the ground from the floating room more than 300 meters above the ground through the club's transportation. Then she took the fixed-route aircraft in the club to the racing car. field.

Yue Ming stood at the large suspended airdrop screen in front of the racing track for a while, and then said: "Site 3 is empty, shall we go there?"

This question was about Su Chaoliu’s opinion. Su Chaoliu came here for the first time, so of course he nodded without hesitation: “Okay.”

Others have even less objections.

When you arrive at Venue 3, you must first determine the track type, then determine the difficulty, and finally choose a car.

Interstellar runways can be divided into three major types: sea, land, air, and galaxy, and the four major categories are divided into many subcategories.

Su Chaoliu didn't look carefully and checked the boxes very quickly. Others only knew that she chose a land track, but they didn't know the details of her choice. However, in terms of difficulty, Su Chaoliu originally wanted to choose the highest difficulty, but hesitated. Let’s start with the lowest difficulty first.

She didn't know what the difficulty level was here, so she had better be cautious and start from the lowest difficulty level. If it wasn't too difficult, she could run two laps with Su Chaoqi.

Until when choosing a sports car, others suddenly remembered: "Do you have a driver's license? You can't get a sports car without a driver's license."

Su Chao Liu glanced at him: "Yes." Then he called up her driver's license record from Guang Nao.

There are many means of transportation in the interstellar world, and there are many types of driver's licenses, but there are only a few types that ordinary people can use. After all, most people don't have that much spare money to buy so many means of transportation, so when they saw Su Chaoliu's full driver's license certificate, Still a bit shocking.

There are many driver's license courses in the elective courses of the individual soldier department, ranging from starships to ordinary aircraft. Su Chaoliu started with simple and basic ones, but because there are so many types of vehicles, even the simplest ones are More than a dozen species.

All types of racing in the club are within the scope of Su Chaoliu's learning, and she has a certificate.

Yue Ming asked in a low voice: "How long did it take you to take these certificates?"

"It's been four months since the beginning of school."

The dudes who spent two to three years, or even five or six years to get so many certificates fell silent.

The individual soldiers are so terrifying.

When it came time to choose a racing car, Su Chaoliu first chose a two-wheeled racing car, so the cars in the racing library were all of this type.

It is said to be a two-wheeled racing car, but judging from the appearance and style, it is actually a motorcycle. The difference from the motorcycles of the Blue Star era is that it uses different power sources.

As soon as the door of the racing garage opened, Yue Ming frowned and asked, "How do you choose this racing car?"

"what happened?"

"This project is too dangerous. The car body is too light and has poor grip. It is extremely easy for people to fly out. Moreover, the car itself does not have many protective measures, so this project has the highest accident rate," Yue Ming advised her, "It is better to change it." Project."

"No need to change," Su Chaoliu refused, "That's it."

Yue Ming had no choice but to look at Su Chaoqi, hoping for her advice.

The old god Su Chaoqi was here: "She has a sense of proportion." After all, Su Chaoliu is a single soldier, and he is very resistant to falling and fighting.

"No..." Yue Ming wanted to stop him, but was stopped by others.

"The less people come out to play, it would be meaningless for you to care so much."

"That's right, if the little sister wants to play, let her play. We brothers will protect her and make sure she is safe."

"Don't worry, we will let her go and we will never let her speed."

Yue Ming was persuaded by others, and it cannot be said that it was others who persuaded him. The main reason was that neither Su Chaoliu nor Su Chaoqi had any intention of paying attention to him. What could he do?

Su Chaoliu put on all the protection she should wear, from head to toe, then turned over and sat on the motorcycle, turned the accelerator, and jumped out amidst the huge roar of the engine.

"F*ck!" Yue Ming couldn't help but cursed, and immediately chased him out. The outside was not flat ground, but steps!

There are still steps over one meter high!

According to the process, the garage uses a robotic arm to move the car out and then ride it. How can anyone ride out before the car is released?

Then he saw Su Chaoliu controlling the body of the motorcycle. After landing on the ground, it slipped but stabilized, and drove towards the track at lightning speed.

"You're more nervous than me." Su Chaoqi walked up to him and said with a faint smile.

"Good question," Yue Ming came back to look at her, "So why aren't you nervous."

"Because Ah Liu and I know very well how much we have, and we never do stupid things that are beyond our capabilities."

Listen to this...

"Who do you mean?"

"No."

What a liar, she glanced behind her clearly, even though he didn't know who she was looking at.

Others also saw Su Chaoliu's feat, and they all joked to one person: "God of Cars, can you do that operation?"

Seeing Su Chaoqi also looking at the "Car God," Yue Ming introduced: "The Car God's surname is Che, but he is indeed the best car player in our group."

"Don't look at me," the car god waved, "My sister is a professional, can I compete with her?"

"How could it be possible," the car god's female companion said coquettishly, "the car god is the best in my eyes."

Even though the car god knew it was a compliment, he couldn't help but be elated: "You have the sweetest mouth and the best talk."

"They are telling the truth."

"Actually, Ye Zi is not wrong," another woman said, "Although my sister is professional, she may not understand how we play."

Naturally, the dandies will not be satisfied with the simple speed rules of racing. Among them, there are many ways to play tacitly. For example, the most common one is to take the girl to kill.

The so-called "bringing a girl to kill" is to bring a female companion, let her sit in the back seat, and take her to race. Women who are willing to sit in the back seat of the racing driver will be looked down upon by the entire circle.

Risking your life for one look.

If she sits in the back seat and wins the championship, the woman sitting in the back seat will be called the "goddess of victory" and her worth in the industry will increase several times.

Most of the female companions who can be brought have sat in the back seat.

"Shut up!" Yue Ming shouted nervously and glanced at Su Chaoqi, who had a dull expression. He didn't know if she understood, but that didn't stop him from getting angry. "Get out of here if you say that again."

Ye Zi couldn't help but frown: "The less, the less precious they are."

They are obviously the same as them, so why are they pretending to be noble?

Yue Ming was too lazy to talk to them. He just looked at his friends and said, "Would you like to leave? If not, I will go and walk around with Chao Liu a few times."

"Let's go," the car god responded first, "Let me see my sister's professional driving skills."

Even if this was the case, by the time they arrived at the racing track, Su Chaoliu had already run around the track twice.

"How do you feel?" Yue Ming asked her with a smile, "Did you feel happy running?"

"It's just average," Su Chaoliu said calmly, "The runway is too easy, I plan to try the highest level of difficulty."

The most basic track is an ordinary circular track with no design at all.

But adjusting the difficulty to the maximum in one breath is still a bit shocking.

"The God of Cars," Yang Qingjun poked the God of Cars with his elbow and swallowed, "Have you ever finished the most difficult race?"

"Of course I have finished the race," the car god lowered his voice, "On condition that there is no pressure, just let me run alone."

Yang Qingjun looked at him with disdain. Who can't run alone? But is there any point in racing without competition?

But we can't let them admit that they can't do it. That's impossible, what a loss of face.

Fortunately, Yue Ming helped them solve this problem: "Chaoliu, come little by little. I haven't been here for a long time. You need to let me get used to it first."

Su Chaoliu had no objection: "Okay, how many laps should we run first?"