Interstellar Food God [System]

At ten o'clock in the evening, the coordinates are in the living room of Modi's house.

"Come on, Xiao Fei, change the leg pillow." Modi watched the video before the Star Chef Competition, while trying to lift his son who was lying on his lap playing with the mecha to the other side, "I have to find a way to let you Uncle Li will be more eye-catching in the future, his skills, ideas, and talents are all top-notch, but the key is that he is not able to bear the pressure enough..."

"Let's think about it..." Modi looked at the notes on the optical brain, all of which were his experience in training staff and even store managers in the past, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't apply it to Young Master Li.

A notification popped up, with two photos of him and Li Chengfeng on it.

Modi's heart trembled again, and he quickly turned off the notification with complicated emotions. He felt uncomfortable all over, and felt a little irritable as he propped his forehead.

Why are the media's opinions so biased...Does a good chef mainly look at technology and works?

And the most irritating thing is that he contacted Jerry, and even called Ziyue and several media, but everyone said that the public opinion will naturally turn in this direction, and it is impossible for them to delete the photos , because it has already spread, even if you delete it, you can't delete it.

Modi finally told Jerry desperately, please make sure that Louis will not see these messy news, for the health of the general, and for the peace and contentment of the interstellar people.

Jerry immediately promised: It's okay, my cousin has a lot of things to do every day, and he won't look at these things.

Just as Modi was relieved, Jerry sent again: Of course, generally speaking.

So, Modi's right eyelid twitched all day long, wanting to contact Louis, but he didn't want to face the possible development.

Headache……

At this time, Mo Xiaofei, who likes his father's thighs very much, put his chin on Modi's thighs like a dog, commanded the Golden Sun with his spiritual power, and climbed onto Modi's shoulders, like climbing a dangerous mountain. Conquered the rugged mountain road and excited myself enough.

At this time, his optical brain rang, and it was the message from his male god Jerry, who sent a real-time location sharing. There was a small red dot on it, which was moving at a fast speed, and it seemed to be getting closer to their home.

Mo Xiaofei sat up straight, hid aside and replied to the message: This is the general, right?Little Uncle Jerry, you played dead again, after being beaten so many times, how dare you put a tracker on the general? !

Uncle wool? !Jerry replied quickly, and then bombarded with text messages: Are you sure it's my uncle or not? [smirk] [smirk] [smirk] The narcissistic Jerry, the emoji he uses is a selfie...

Feeling overwhelmed by thunder, Mo Fei thought about it seriously for a while. The picture suggested by Jerry was so beautiful that he dared not think about it.

Jerry: My cousin is driving a mecha to your house, non-combatants should retreat quickly.

Jerry: I heard from Luke that my cousin said that he would never go back to the military headquarters tonight.

Jerry: Go to your house, don't go back to the military headquarters, Xiao Feifei, some things are not suitable for children, do you still keep the earplugs that your uncle gave you last time?

Mo Fei: "..."

Mo Fei was horrified, although he didn't quite understand what it meant, but...

"What's the matter with you, Xiaofei?" Modi asked, the golden sun on his shoulder was covering his face and screaming, looking very frightened.

"No...it's nothing!" Mo Xiaofei jumped off the sofa immediately, torn between going back to the room and staying behind to protect his father.The little golden mecha also jumped off the sofa, performing the dilemma in sync.

"Dad," Mo Fei was very tangled and embarrassed, just like a parent discussing certain topics with an adolescent child, his face was about to twist into a bun, "Is it possible that you are..."

Modi: "?"

Mo Xiaofei: "Brother..." Gong...

Modi: "??"

At this time, the doorbell rang, and the visitor's picture popped up immediately, and Louis' face appeared on the electronic screen.

"General?" Modi's right eyelid twitched violently, and his first reaction was to see if his sleepy hair had subsided, and then got up to open the door.

Mo Fei backed away in horror, backed up, his heart was very complicated, just when Modi pressed the doorknob, Mo Fei shouted: "Daddy, General, is here to sleep with you. He told Luke that he would stay with us tonight. I'm not going back to the military headquarters here, Dad, although I don't know what the protective measures are, but you must take protective measures, oh, oh, Dad, I'll withdraw first!"

As he spoke, he ran back to the room and closed the door with a slam. The little golden mech followed him into the room, bumped into the door, became dizzy, and the door opened a crack before it quickly slipped in.

Modi looked shocked and maintained the posture of opening the door, unable to believe what he heard.

sleep... who? !

"What's wrong?" Louis pushed open the door, which was only a crack, "Maudie?"

Modi took two steps back, glanced up and down at Louis, and suddenly realized that he was in such good shape that even in military uniform, he could still see the obvious chest muscles and beautiful waistline.

sleep……? !

But it should be Louis who is more stimulated.

Because although you need to wear a windbreaker when you go out this season, the smart temperature system at home can ensure that you are warm and comfortable, even a little hot.Modi only wore a white vest, the part on the chest was quite tight, and the hem was rolled up a bit, exposing a small section of abdominal muscles and mermaid lines. The thin home trousers were completely attached to the body due to static electricity. Down to the muscle lines...

Louis raised his eyebrows and swallowed suppressedly.

Modi himself was a big man at home and didn't think there was anything wrong. At this moment, he was reminded by Louis' eyes and the coldness on his body, and suddenly he felt that he was so inappropriate. After a long passage, I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was quite wrong, and walked back while saying "sit whatever you want", trying to find a piece of clothing to put on.

"Cough." Louis glanced at his back, frowned and looked away, cleared his throat, and then pulled his collar away.

What is he here for?Louis thought to himself with a serious face, but found that he couldn't remember.

Modi finally came out in a short-sleeved shirt, and Louis looked at him as he changed his shoes, thinking: The emphasis is wrong, the pants are still stuck to the body.

Don't turn around.

Hmm... turning around is not bad either.

All psychological activities were concealed under his iceberg face that could remain unchanged for thousands of years. Louis looked like he was here to negotiate an armistice agreement, and he pulled his collar calmly.

It's very hot in his house.Louis thought silently.

"Have a glass of water." Modi finally adjusted to some extent, and sat on the sofa. The two of them sat far away as if they were discussing business affairs, each drank water, and finally found a sentence to say, "Well... I haven't seen you for more than a week." .”

"It's two hours and eight days away." Louis said calmly. After seeing Modi's information, his tone remained unchanged. "Are you looking for how to help Li Chengfeng?"

Modi was shocked: Are you here?coming!

"Well, the purpose of our competition is to enable him to support Li's restaurant, but he is not good enough yet." Modi said calmly, and tentatively asked, "Do you think he can do it?"

Have you read the report?see it?

"I have a bad impression of him," Louis sipped his saliva.

Modi opened his eyes wide: read?I did not see?

"I remember he was not very polite to you at the time," Louis continued, moving a short distance here, "but in the mech game before, he did not hesitate to fight with another group in order to help you." Let's die together." He looked into Modi's eyes and said flatly, "You two have a good relationship now?"

Modi thought: see?Didn't you see it?Why is the psychological pressure so great, I don’t want to guess, can I just admit my mistake?What's wrong?Where to start?

No Modi, be tougher.he thinks.

"It's not very good," he replied cautiously. "His father is kind to me. He can't do it alone now. It's all for the restaurant..."

"Well," Louis said, without any special expression, he suddenly said, "Come here, give me a hug for the Naughty Queen."

Modi thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

Louis stood up, waved his hand, and said calmly, "Hold me."

Modi cautiously stayed a meter or two away from him, took a step forward, and took another step.Louis hugged him: "Suppose I hugged you by force, how would you break free?"

Without waiting for Modi to answer, he went on to say: "One, step on the back of my foot, two, hit my waist and eye, and three, come straight down."

He let go of Modi slightly and smiled: "Which one do you think is more effective?"

Modi was dizzy, and felt that he should apologize, but also wanted to give him a straight blow, and finally chose to continue to observe the situation.

"Come on," Louis went on, "if I not only hold you, but I want to kiss you... the bridge of the nose, the mouth..."

Modi fully confirmed it, wanted to push him away, and immediately admitted his mistake: "I know, sorry, it's not what you think, I didn't react, and I couldn't directly give him a hand in front of the media, I I really didn't expect him to have the last shot, you believe me, he won't have any thoughts, he is simply..."

Louis approached him, and Modi stepped back, almost stepping in the air, but was supported by him, and then Louis approached him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Modi: Stupid.

"It's not a demo," Louis whispered, "it's me kissing you."

Modi watched him, chest heaving, thinking: That's it?He thought the two of them had to fight.The images in his mind were directly deduced to the point that the two of them opened up a mecha to bombard each other.

"You must be angry." Modi sat back on the sofa, "If you want me, I will be angry too."

Louis sat across from him and made a surprised expression: "Oh, I have the right to be angry. Then I still have hope?"

Modi leaned on the sofa, suddenly laughed, and thought: You should go and see that ornament that has been bent into a paper clip.

"Give me some time." Finally he said, "Give me some more time, don't be too anxious, rushing, it won't have such a good result."

"I'm not in a hurry." Louis changed a comfortable posture, "You can just stand in front of my eyes."

Modi breathed a sigh of relief and thought: Great, he thought he'd either have to fight tonight or buy security after a fight.He has always been a straight man in his own right, and it is hard to accept what will happen, and he thinks it will take time.

"However, if there are other people in my line of sight." Louis said with a scheming expression, "I have three armies under my command, and there are [-] guards in Guangmingxing. If I say a word, even passers-by, maybe Also willing to help me, as a man, I naturally have stupid jealousy, if I do something that is not beneficial to human beings, it will be a pity."

Modi raised his heart again, thinking: The pressure is so great, and it is not enough to make people do ideological work well.

"Well," Louis said with a smile, "I'll go to your restaurant for dinner one day, and I'll mention this young master surnamed Li."

"Don't," Modi raised his hands with the image of a giant black mecha bloodbathing Li's restaurant in his mind, "I will hint to him next time that I have..."

He couldn't go on, Louis was very interested: "What?"

Modi gritted his teeth: "Subject."

Louis laughed, hugged Modi, and pressed him on the sofa. Modi was threatened and counterattacked blankly: "Where should I kick, the key part?"

"No," Louis leaned close to his ear, ambiguous and erotic, "for your happiness."

Modi blushed instantly, looked at him in shock, and thought: Where is the old virgin?It's an old driver at all!

Louis hugged for a while, satisfied, straightened up and leaned aside, and announced naturally: "I'm going to sleep here tonight."

"Are you sure?" Modi solemnly stretched out a finger, expressing prohibition, "I can't accept anything yet, and you can't accept anything yet..."

Louis kissed his finger, and Moody felt it wasn't his own.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, if there is a disagreement, the strength will be flirtatious.

"I've lived in the military headquarters for a week," Louis said with a hoarse voice, looking a little tired, "The bed is very hard, it's just that narrow." He gestured, "The quilt is still folded into tofu cubes."

Modi imagined folding the quilt during military training when he was a student, and almost laughed out loud.

"I sleep on the sofa," Louis said close to his ear, seeing that he wanted to laugh, and seemed a little happy, "You don't need to worry about me, your sofa is much better than the wooden bed."

"You sleep on the bed," Modi said, "I sleep on the sofa."

Louis lay directly on the sofa: "Sleep on the sofa together?"

Modi shook his head with a helpless smile, pulled him up, and threw him into the bedroom. When the light came on, Louis looked at the underwear hanging on the balcony, sighed "huh", and asked politely: "Sleep together? "

Perhaps it was because the general seemed very easy to get close to, Modi did something that he didn't expect.

He patted Louis' face with his hand, rubbed his face twice, then messed up his hair, took off his windbreaker and hung it aside, then took a quilt, locked Louis in the bedroom, and backed out.

Louis was wearing a straight military uniform with messy hair. He stared blankly at the closed door. After a while, he shook his head and couldn't help laughing.

So, the general, as he said in his rhetoric, managed to stay overnight and did not return to the military headquarters.

It's just that he didn't sleep so peacefully on the bed full of other people's breath.

One was outside the door, the other was inside, and both of them could not sleep all night.

The next day, Modi woke up in his own bed. It was seven o'clock. Louis was gone. He went out and saw the breakfast in the freezer with a note next to it: As a thank you.

Modi couldn't help smiling and leaning against the cabinet, while reading Louis' notes, he felt that his heart was soft in a mess.

God, it's really going to fall.

After eating two mouthfuls, he felt that he should take care of the cooking in the future...

The Interstellar God of Cooking Competition is held every two to three days. 75 into 25, 25 into ten... Li's restaurant team passed the test, each time they produced super high-level works, and they received more and more attention.The main players Modi and Li Chengfeng are getting more and more popular, Ziyue keeps encouraging them to register social media accounts.

After the last time, Li Chengfeng's attitude towards Modi was still very normal. Gradually, he felt that Young Master Li was just always unrestrained. The two of them competed together in the same restaurant. Get along naturally.

As for registering an account, Li Chengfeng didn't mean it at first, but after Modi thought about it, he told him that it would be good to build up his personal reputation. Master Li Heyan has an account, and there are more than one billion fans.Li Chengfeng said that if you build it, I will build it. Modi had no choice but to open an account and prove that it was him. He only sent a message saying hello, I’m Modi, and then I didn’t read it for a day.

In 24 hours, he gained nearly [-] million followers...

In the comments, those who called him a god, those who asked for photos, those who asked for cooking steps, those who asked for gossip, and those who asked him where your Young Master Li was...the list goes on and on.

Chef Mo, who has never seen the world, was on Weibo in the Earth Age and only had [-] followers, was about to cry.

Chef Mo asked Sous Chef Li to register an account as well, so——

Li Chengfeng: Hi, listen to Chef Li's words and open the account.

Then only Modi was concerned.

That night, the comments and retweets exploded, shouting Fengshen, shouting that the abused dog was crying, and whatever.Within a few hours, the number of Li Chengfeng's fans approached [-] million.

Looking at the bustling social media, Modi thought to himself: I am really speechless. Why are there so many people in this era and they are so idle?

However, when everyone was swiping Jasmine cp or bagpipe cp one after another, another comment came out. In an instant, countless marketing accounts reposted: Sous Chef Li and Chef Mo are not a couple, Chef Mo already has a lover, They are almost married, his partner's surname is Lu, he is of mixed Chinese descent, tall, rich and handsome, and they have a very good relationship!

This topic overwhelmed other topics in one fell swoop, creating 500 billion attention in an hour.

When everyone was wondering, the marketing account reposted the news of an account named "Mr. Lu".

Mr. Lu: Hello everyone, I am Mr. Gao Fushuai who has a good relationship with Chef Mo.

Mr. Lu only paid attention to Modi. Netizens quickly followed him, and then asked under the comments whether it was hype or what.

Shortly after.

Mr. Lu: Chef Mo, buying a marketing account has used up the small treasury.

In an instant, the comments asked if there was a lot less hype, and everyone said: Why does it feel a little cute?My heart hurts, did I get abused?My eyes are so sour, have I been blinded by a flash?

At that time, Modi was researching an ancient medicinal diet recipe. He received a message from Jerry and asked him to check his account. When he saw several messages from Mr. Lu, as well as the astonishing amount of forwarding and commenting, Modi was shocked. It feels a little spartan.

Jerry called him excitedly: "Respond to him quickly! Everyone is waiting for you to abuse the dog!"

Modi: "..."

Modi had to start typing.

Modi: Good evening everyone, Sous Chef Li and I are indeed just colleagues and friends.And this Mr. Lu, who does not want to be named, is not yet my lover. He spends a lot of money on the way to pursue him. Let me say that I cannot encourage him, nor can I subsidize him at home.

Everyone expressed disappointment one after another, and said that buying a marketing account to chase people is really rich, big, powerful, and rough.

Ten minutes later, Modi sent another.

Mody: But I think he's almost catching up.

In an instant, in the comments, there were lovelorn ones, those who demolished CP, those who demolished CP, those who talked about a love triangle, those who scolded hype, those who blessed, those who were black and sour, those who supported...the topics related to Li’s restaurant were again and again. It exploded once.

In the virtual world, it is booming and bustling, and the happy scene of universal celebration seems to never change.