It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Due to exhaustion, Su Chaoqi rarely took a nap.

She said she was lazy, but in fact she just skipped her morning exercise. When Su Chaoliu came back, she had already sat up from the bed.

"My whole body hurts," Su Chaoqi said to Su Chaoliu with a wry smile, "I thought my health was pretty good." After all, she continued to exercise every day.

I didn't feel that much last night. Although my body felt tired, it didn't hurt yet.

"Wait while I take a shower and I'll give you a massage." Su Chaoliu volunteered.

Naturally, Su Chaoqi would not refuse Su Chaoliu's kindness.

People who practice martial arts know the human body very well, not to mention that Su Chaoliu is very familiar with the acupoints on the human body. She knows how to massage to relieve physical discomfort.

Su Chaoliu came over quickly after changing. She first pressed her hands on several parts of Su Chaoqi's body, asked her how she felt, and then she had an idea.

The taste of the massage was very sour and refreshing, especially when Su Chaoqi was in pain all over. As soon as he pressed it, he couldn't help but gasp and tighten his body.

In order to make her relax, Su Chaoliu talked to her to distract her: "Have you ever been so tired before?"

The past she was talking about was of course not the "before" in this life. In this life, they had basically been inseparable together since they were born. No one knew what was going on with the other.

The past refers to the previous life.

Su Chaoqi tried his best to recall it. Although it seemed like a lifetime ago... well, it was a lifetime ago, some memories were still clear: "My mind was tired before, but my body is tired now. It's still different."

Starting a business is not tiring, but her customers in her previous life were basically the middle class. The source of customers was fixed. There was not that much traffic, but the consumption was high, and they bought services.

What she did yesterday was a street food stall. She made money, but she was also tired.

"If you are like this, wouldn't it be even worse for others?"

"I believe they are willing to be so miserable," Su Chaoqi smiled nonchalantly, "If we divide the money earned yesterday, each person can have fifty or sixty thousand star coins."

This is really a lot of money. Su Chaoliu was speechless: "Then you can make so much every month?"

Su Chaoqi nodded: "It should be okay if we introduce new dishes every month, but I don't think this is good."

New dishes are readily available to Su Chaoqi, but this is not Su Chaoqi's goal. If she only wanted to rest on her laurels and make money, she would have made a lot of money long ago.

"My live broadcast is restricted," Su Chaoqi sighed, "Miss Morissa told me personally that although my live broadcast can be unblocked, there are people outside who are putting pressure on Miss Morissa, so she can only give I limit the flow.”

Morissa told Su Chaoqi straightforwardly, so Su Chaoqi knew so clearly and understood at the same time.

After all, what she did did affect the interests of others. The world was never black and white and she could do whatever she wanted.

So she is also looking for other paths.

After the massage, Su Chaoqi felt that his body felt much more relaxed. His muscles were rubbed open and there was no longer any pain.

Then she got up and worked.

First, we need to calculate yesterday's accounts. Interstellar's accounts are easier to calculate than those during Blue Star's period, because it has its own system for generating ledgers, which can be automatically generated by associating the received accounts.

After excluding costs, Su Chaoqi made a profit of 370,000 yuan. Su Chaoqi deducted 70,000 yuan as funds for the club's activities. The remaining 300,000 yuan was distributed to everyone yesterday, including himself.

Then she posted an announcement in the club's internal group: You can use the rice cake recipe yourself.

People probably haven't gotten up yet and were probably really tired yesterday, so no one reacted to her words. Su Chaoqi just posted it and ignored it.

But poor graduate student Mo Jinhui did not receive such good treatment. Although he was very tired, he had a meeting with his tutor that he couldn't escape in the morning, so he could only get up.

So when he saw what Su Chaoqi posted in the community group, he frowned and then sent a message to Su Chaoqi asking when she would be free.

Su Chaoqi didn't have any classes in the morning, so he agreed with Mo Jinhui on a time to meet.

Of course, there are no coffee shops or teahouses in the interstellar, but there are also places where people can talk quietly without being disturbed, called the chat room, and Mo Jinhui booked a private room in the chat room.

There is free supply of hot and ice water in the studio, and you can also watch movies, read, study, and work without being disturbed. The fee is calculated by the hour, and Mo Jinhui settled for one hour.

"Senior, are you looking for me?" After Su Chaoqi sat down, he asked straight to the point, "What's wrong?"

Mo Jinhui said: "Why do you allow club members to use the rice cake recipe privately? Why don't you keep it for yourself?"

He came here to ask about such a trivial matter. Su Chaoqi smiled faintly: "This is not my thing in the first place. Of course I have no right to take it as my own."

"You can apply for a patent. From the legal perspective of Yanhuang Star, you have this right."

Patent applications are allowed for technologies recovered from literature.

Su Chaoqi shook his head: "I know, but I didn't plan to do this."

Mo Jinhui was puzzled: "Why, I received your account split, and you should be able to see the economic benefits contained in it."

He didn't think Su Chaoqi couldn't see this, and she wouldn't be that stupid. The only answer could be that Su Chaoqi voluntarily gave up the income.

"Then," Su Chaoqi tilted his head, "Am I just going to hold on to rice cakes and eat them for the rest of my life?"

Such lack of ambition is not her style.

Mo Jinhui paused: "It's not a bad idea."

"But I don't want to," Su Chaoqi shook his head, "Senior, you see that rice cakes are highly profitable. In fact, the number of people who buy rice cakes is only more than a thousand. Counting that, there are not even students in the same department, but how many people are there in Yanhuang Star? If I want more people to eat rice cakes, how long will I have to work?”

"But it also shows that this is a big market. You can also choose to join the franchise model, or pay to learn. In short, there are many ways to gain income, and there is no need to give it to others for free."

"Senior, you don't understand what I mean," Su Chaoqi said, "I don't want to limit myself to a single food, whether I pay or join a franchise, this means that I still need to put in a lot of effort, otherwise what link If something goes wrong, I will be jointly and severally liable. Why don't I make it public now and give up my rights, but I also don't have to take on the obligations."

"Then you can't bear to give up such a large piece of profit?"

Su Chaoqi thought for a while, then called up a documentary about a snack street in Blue Star from his optical brain and showed it to Mo Jinhui.

Mo Jinhui studies history, so he can understand some things.

She pointed at the dazzling array of snack streets: "Did you see it? This is Blue Star's snack street. There are at least dozens of stalls along this stretch."

Mo Jinhui looked at the lively and pyrotechnic snack street in a daze.

Blue Star left behind too many written and audio-visual materials in a variety of languages. There are dozens of official languages, and there are many dialects in each country. It is not easy to decipher the original, so this historical material is his Never seen before.

"What...are they doing?" Mo Jinhui turned to ask Su Chaoqi, "This street is full of...food?"

"Yes," Su Chaoqi nodded, "As long as I have the ingredients, I can replicate all the food on this street. But senior, my problem now is that I know how to make it, but I don't have the ingredients."

Why is there no food? Because no one grows, no one raises, no one produces. Why there is no one? Because there is no economic benefit. So if she wants a stable supply of food, she must let people see the benefits.

Mo Jinhui also runs a company in his family. Even if he is not the heir, he is still aware of it, so he quickly understood Su Chaoqi's intentions: "Is this your purpose?"

He was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he said: "There are really no rice cake ingredients on the market now, and the supply chain is not stable."

"I will disclose the purchase link and the method of planting rice," Su Chaoqi said. "Perhaps the seniors are also willing to plant it?"

"No," Mo Jinhui refused, "I have no intention of stepping out of the academic circle... You should ask my sister for this kind of matter."

Mosha... "She also came to buy rice cakes yesterday," Su Chaoqi looked at him with a sympathetic look, "You must have been too busy to notice,"

Mo Jinhui froze: He was so busy yesterday that he didn't even pay attention to his own appearance, and he was actually looked at by his sister?

"It seems that I will be criticized when I go back," Mo Jinhui smiled bitterly, "My family pays great attention to appearance outside."

"Are you making food?" Su Chaoqi pointed at the optical brain video that had not been turned off and said with a smile, "It's all like this."

Indeed, every boss in the snack street in the video was working hard and sweating profusely, and they looked no less relaxed than they did yesterday.

"That's great," Mo Jinhui looked at the fireworks in the video with envy, "When can we see such a scene now?"

He was not envious of the liveliness inside. Yanhuang Star also had such a lively place. What he envied was that everyone was happily eating the food in their hands.

Su Chaoqi turned off the optical brain: "I will work hard to achieve it. Of course, the seniors can also do their part."

"Me?" Mo Jinhui asked in confusion, "What can I do?"

"You can ask if anyone is willing to enter this market," Su Chaoqi said. "I can provide all technical support, just like Yue Ming."

At the Zhuge family... Zhuge Mengmeng told her when she bought it that the military seemed to have some plans. It would reduce the external sales of rice and give priority to supplying it to the military, so she needed to persuade others to enter this market. .

Mo Jinhui really didn't recognize anyone. He was not in the same group as that group of dandies. His friends all had serious careers now, so how could they bother to engage in other industries.

He thought about his family's business policy, and shook his head: "The product is too single, and I'm afraid not many people are willing to do it."

"Who said the product is single?" Su Chaoqi raised his eyebrows slightly and sent a piece of information to Mo Jinhui. "There are at least dozens of kinds of food made with rice as raw material. I will teach others about these. Do you still think this market is small?”