The Interstellar World's Number One Food Village Chief [Livestream]

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After a car accident, food streamer Qi Ran was transported to the hyper-interstellar era by the farming game system she'd been playing for two years.

The System declared: "Want to stay alive? First, go earn five million!"

With her own efforts, Qi Ran turned the poor interstellar people, who had never eaten a proper meal, into a planetful of foodies clamoring, "Streamer, we're starving, feed us!" After earning five million, she built the only vacation planet in the entire interstellar world.

She thought she could retire in peace and lie around like a lazy fish. But the villagers and tourists were far too enthusiastic!

Chef A: "Reporting, Village Chief! Please taste my mapo tofu!"

Chef B: "Reporting, Village Chief! Try my creamy fish slices from Across the Bridge first!"

Tourist C: "Koi, bless me with a chance encounter with the village chief! I want a little red flower!"

When interstellar bandits tried to attack the barren planet named Burn, Baby, Burn Resort,

they discovered...

Why were the daughter of the interstellar tycoon and her rich friends partying in a castle?

Why was an interstellar-protected research team playing chess in a courtyard house?

And why was their long-missing Third Young Master happily going down a slide???

Wait, that man petting a cat beside the village chief was actually...

A food streamer who loves overtime and supporting her family x the strongest fighter, who never wants to work and only wants to slack off

[Important: The heroine has an enormous golden finger! A lighthearted, pseudo-infrastructure-building but really slice-of-life story. The logic is simple, there's not much romance at first, and there aren't many villains. It might even be a bit silly.]

There are many original ideas about interstellar culture in this story.

Note: The recipes in this story come from the internet, with reasonable adaptations.

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Question: What's it like to wake up after transmigrating to the interstellar era and finding yourself in a high-risk job?

You Sumi: Thanks for asking. I've already given up and am lying flat.

The Interstellar Crisis Management Department handles all kinds of crises across the stars, big and small, filling in gaps and fixing problems. This ranges from helping Mrs. Lin next door find her cat to capturing escaped, highly intelligent fused experimental subjects.

Put nicely, it's a department that can do anything. Put less nicely, it's a brick: wherever it's needed, that's where it gets thrown.

As a pure support specialist with the most enemies and the most dangerous job, a department head in name only with no combat ability, You Sumi quickly decides to slack off.

Whether you die early or late, you die eventually. You might as well enjoy every day.

You Sumi's lazy-fish dream is to own a car and a house, and sleep with handsome men.

As department head, she lives in a luxury suite and travels by interstellar airship. She's got the car and house already, so there's only one last thing left to achieve her dream.

But before she can pick out a handsome man, You Sumi is assigned the highest-risk mission: capture the SSS-grade, twice-fused escaped experimental subject, Quan Xie.

Skyscrapers collapse in an instant. Rubble covers the ground, and the roar is deafening. A gigantic, pitch-black scorpion tail gleams with a sharp, cold light. A surging force, wrapped in the shadow of death, draws near.

You Sumi: I'm done for! I'm going to die!

The next second, out of the corner of her eye, she sees a gorgeous young man slowly emerge through the billowing dust.

His skin is like fine jade, his red lips pressed together. His black hoodie can't hide a pair of fluffy dog ears, and his clear eyes are full of confusion.

You Sumi: I'm dead. Dead from how handsome he is!

He's exactly my type!

No one knew what had happened during the chaos. When the dust cleared, the guards saw their director, whom they had thought dead, holding the hand of the highest-risk mission target with great enthusiasm and a hopeful look on her face.

"Would you marry me?"

The young man tilted his head, confused. "Marry... you?"

You Sumi coaxed him patiently. "It means you'll belong only to me from now on. And of course, I'll belong only to you!"

Her blood smelled delicious. She ought to be his alone.

Quan Xie nodded, his smile clear and bright. "Sure."

Theme: Eat well.