After Farming in Space, the Entire Internet Begged Me to Feed Them

[Transmigration] [Interstellar Farming] [Comfort Food] [Building Wealth] [A Reserved Male Lead Who Loves Food] [Cute Little Robot]

How outrageous can a starting situation be?

She's the real heiress, abandoned by the Ning clan after they drained her of everything, struck her from the household register, and dumped her on a radioactive wasteland planet to die.

He's the commander of the Empire's Seventh Fleet, suffering from severe anorexia, with his mental sea on the verge of collapse, and stranded in the wilderness after a crash, waiting to die!

The entire galaxy lives on industrial nutrient paste and considers natural plants to be poisonous alien species. Then Ning Chu swings a battered iron wok she picked up and uses a bowl of high-energy rice porridge and a crispy beggar's chicken to bring the rampaging war god's aggression level back within safe limits!

While the elites of the capital planet are still fighting over half a dose of S-grade anti-radiation medicine:

[Scene One]:

In the Imperial war room, several old marshals on the verge of turning feral with their mental powers nearly pull out their particle cannons and blast each other over a piece of charred, fragrant baked sweet potato from Ning Chu's wok!

The old marshals (eyes bloodshot) (flipping over the conference table): "Gu Yu! Give us the coordinates of First Seven Farm! I'll trade you the medals from three fleets for a bowl of hot soup!"

[Scene Two]:

A leading agricultural scientist crosses the star sea overnight and kneels outside the fence, begging for a chance to touch a high-energy rice seedling that vanished a century ago!

A corporate spy tries to sneak in and steal vegetables, only to be blasted to smithereens by the young general, now serving as the farm's guard, piloting his mecha!

Watching the Ning clan, who are now weeping and begging to hand over their entire family fortune, Ning Chu weighs the iron ladle in her hand and sneers:

"When you struck me from the household register and dumped me on a wasteland planet, didn't you say I wouldn't survive three days? Now you want a hot meal? The line stretches three star systems out!"