Interstellar Food God [System]

"Interstellar Master Chef Contest, No. 3 in the Star Division Trials——Li's Restaurant!"

The chairman of the judging committee spoke in a high-spirited tone, and then congratulated the veteran of Li's Restaurant for entering the All-Star Competition.The media frantically took pictures. In the last regional selection competition, there were twelve senior judges sitting in the judges' bench, some were shaking their heads, some were puzzled, some were calm, and some were thoughtful.

"May I ask how you feel about winning the No. 3 star?" The reporter asked Modi, "Do you think that with your current level, you are much higher than the other groups, so you shouldn't just get the third place?"

While smiling politely at the reporter, Modi secretly signaled the people in the team not to answer. He quickly returned to the lounge, closed the door, and did not change his chef uniform.

The literati sous chef looked at Modi and then at Li Chengfeng: "We're entering the Star Contest!" Then he clapped his hands.

Too bad no one paid him any attention.

"I know," Modi frowned, and suddenly realized that this was an action that Louis often did, then rubbed the red mark between his brows, and drove a few people over, "Change clothes, go back to the meeting, and study it. "

10 minute later.

Everyone else went back to the restaurant, and Modi took Li Chengfeng's car to pick up Xiaofei from school.He didn't want to take this car at first, but Li Chengfeng's luxury car was really fast, and he couldn't refuse it, so he had to accept it.

After getting into the car, Modi still frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"We've entered the interstellar competition, which is the top dozens of all interstellar." Li Chengfeng likes to drive manually, and basically does not turn on automatic navigation. He leans on the window with one hand and holds the steering wheel with the other. It can also be in the top twenty, it’s okay.”

"Our goal has almost been achieved," Modi squinted his eyes, looking very tired, "so this result is acceptable for the time being. But don't you think..." He frowned, paused, and didn't say anything go down.

"Do you think it's unscientific to have two judges give points?" Li Chengfeng said indifferently, "The difference between the top three scores is not too big. If it weren't for the two of them, we would have been first."

Modi was silent for a moment: "I think we should be the first today."

There was a moment of silence in the car, and Li Chengfeng said, "I'll find an acquaintance to check."

"Well," Modi thought of this, and sent Jerry a message: Did you find it?

Jerry quickly replied to him: The task is completed, and the file will be sent to you soon.

Mo Di breathed a sigh of relief, and brought it up again, but felt that Li Chengfeng was a little abnormally quiet beside him. Just about to ask, Li Chengfeng said, "That Mr. Lu you said on the Internet," he paused, turned a corner, his expression Seemingly inadvertently, "Is it the one from the mecha game that day?"

Modi was surprised that he asked this, but after thinking about it, he felt that people probably have curiosity. Two days ago, the literati sous chef was gossiping around him every day, so he nodded and said: "Yes."

Li Chengfeng was even more silent, and he didn't speak until he reached the First Army Elementary School. He stopped his car at the school gate, and under the envious eyes of the people around him, he didn't even look at Modi, and suddenly asked: "I haven't seen that person before." I came to look for you, but I didn't see anyone in particular you contacted very often, what on earth are you guys..."

Modi felt that he was asking too much and his tone was a bit wrong, but he still said patiently, "We have known each other for a long time."

Li Chengfeng looked at him suspiciously. Modi felt that his eyes were too sharp, so he had to look away, feeling strange that the second personality always hurt my good things.Li Chengfeng looked at him for a while, leaned back heavily on the back of the chair, held the steering wheel with one hand, and frowned: "I was against him that day, telling you that he was unreliable, and I didn't even know you..." He patted Turning the steering wheel, the smile was a little cold and irritable, "I'm really redundant."

When the horn sounded, Li Chengfeng angrily removed his hand from the center of the steering wheel, and slammed it hard on the door next to him.

Modi had some doubts: "You..."

Li Chengfeng didn't talk to him, he got out of the car and slammed the door shut, lit a cigarette, and started to puff with it in his mouth.

Modi lowered the car window on his side: "Don't smoke at the school gate, it will have a bad influence."

Li Chengfeng couldn't smoke, so he threw it on the ground and stomped it out. Modi frowned and looked at the ground, and clicked his tongue: "This lord is really vicious, I can't let my son learn..."

It's fucking annoying!Li Chengfeng was furious.

The cleaning robot rushed over to put away the cigarette butts, looked at Li Chengfeng with disdain, and when it turned around, gave him a broom on his calf.

"Hey?!" Li Chengfeng hugged his calf, pointed at the robot and wanted to get mad, but was spotted by Mo Xiaofei, who was just jumping out of the school gate, and hurried over to stop him, "Uncle Li, what are you doing? You want to blow up the robot?" Hardworking sanitation workers?! Didn’t your primary school teacher teach you to respect robots at work?”

Li Chengfeng lost his temper, and it wasn't wrong if he didn't lose his temper. In the end, he was so angry that he said, "Get in the car!" and took the lead into the cockpit. , so as not to be thrown out.

When we arrived at Li's Restaurant, Li Chengfeng opened the door and said coldly, "Get out of the car."

Modi was dizzy and wanted to give him a shot, but he didn't. When he got out of the car, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Look at my dad." Li Chengfeng put no expression on his face, raised the window, and drove away like a gust of wind.

As a result, he didn't come back until night.

The judging committee of Star Chef Competition Star Division.

A judge who gave Li's restaurant a particularly low score was walking out, looking around while talking in a low voice: "I can't eliminate them this time, there is no way."

"Among the twelve judges, only me and the other one can do things for you." He paused for a while, and then said, "But don't worry, since you have found the vice president, we will definitely take care of your affairs. When it comes to the interstellar level competition, we will have more people, and we will definitely not let them continue...Yes, yes..."

Behind the bushes not far away, Ziyue brought two young reporters, while copying the call of the person just now with mental power, while inputting the mental wave data into the optical brain, waiting for the software to convert it, the call can be restored.

The other two young reporters were trembling: "Deputy, deputy editor...we are doing something illegal..."

"Breaking the law, what law?" Ziyue disagreed, "We are using legal knowledge to take advantage of judicial loopholes. ..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck, and the other two young reporters were terrified.

Ziyue hooked the corners of her mouth: "But if there is material, and it happens to be able to drag our competitors into the water..."

The other two young reporters were even more terrified, and finally understood why the boss gave the deputy editor this vacant position. At first, they thought it was just the young master eating and playing games. Come to be the head of intelligence.

On the other side of the phone, Yorkson looked at the names of Modi and Li's restaurants everywhere on the Internet, hated his teeth, and made another call: "Have you bought it yet?" He said with a sinister smile, "Put the Let me spread the material, completely destroy his aura, the more ruthless the better!"

While talking, Irene knocked on the door and came in to deliver afternoon tea.

Yorkson immediately put away his smile and looked very calm: "Well, nothing else, see you next time."

"A matter about the military department?" Irene put down her tea, touched the stubble on the back of his head, and said with a smile, "It's so short, um, it's quite energetic."

"Yeah," Yorkson took her hand, squeezed it, glanced at her, couldn't help smiling, and then stopped looking at her, "the question of father's promotion won two more tickets, the president There is also a message from the office, it should be..."

"Where's General Louis?" Erin asked.

"General..." Yorkson frowned, "I haven't given a definitive statement yet, but there should be news today and tomorrow."

"At least half of the people voted with the general." Irene said, and Yorkson waved his hand to show that he knew.

Erin looked at his screen and said calmly, "Are you watching entertainment news?"

On the optical computer screen is the news of Modi and the competition.

Yorkson was subconsciously kneading her hand, but stopped at this moment, closed the page immediately, and looked up at her.

Irene really wanted to tell him that Xiaofei was still living with Modi, so don't go looking for him, but she also knew that Yorkson hated her mentioning other people's sons the most. She intentionally canceled the tuition fee she gave Xiao Feihui, so she just shook his hand and said with a smile: "Father will retire if he is not promoted to general today." She said softly, "If I am not promoted, I will not I have to retire in a year."

Yorkson didn't bother with her explicit hints. He also knew that he had these bargaining chips, and promised: "Father meets with General Louis today, and he will know the result when he comes back."

Irene laughed, kissed him on the temples, and complained softly: "It's really mouth-piercing."

Yorkson rubbed her hard, but didn't dare to touch her face. Irene laughed and ran out briskly, her skirt flying.

Yorkson looked at the place where she disappeared for a while, swiped the webpage a few more times, and then entered a line of keywords.

The search results popped up immediately, and he looked at it, evoking a gloomy smile.

Modi, Modi...

I really wish I could let you die.

Modi called Li Chengfeng for the last time that night, but he couldn't get through. He always felt that something was going to happen again.At this time, the literati sous chef suddenly grabbed the light brain screen and ran over anxiously: "Modi, look at this!"

"What?" Modi swiped the screen over, looked at it for a while, his heart sank, and he gradually clenched his fists.

Yesterday, the marketing account was still reading the story of Modi and Mr. Lu. Today, the wind suddenly changed, and all of his scandals were maxed out, and they were ruthless, exposing the current situation. Mo Di, who is popular every day The cook, who left his post without permission during his time in the army, caused huge losses, was a deserter, and was expelled from the army because of this.

All kinds of evidence for the revelations are complete and conclusive. At first glance, they are not ordinary people. The onlookers are immediately taken aback and become suspicious. If someone stirs up the flames, the situation may soon detonate a crisis.

Modi frowned and let out a sigh: Sure enough, it came.

In this era of fierce confrontation between humans and forces outside the galaxy, and small-scale wars broke out from time to time, people have a great sense of admiration for soldiers. For example, the most people in the entire galaxy are regarded as male gods. It is not a star, but General Louis.Similarly, people hate those who harm the morals of soldiers and the interests of the army, especially those who are deserters and cause the heroes of the army to die in vain.

The literati sous chef also looked at Modi timidly. Even though he respected and was close to Modi, he couldn't help but have a grudge against the big hat of deserter, let alone other passers-by in the future.

Modi pressed his temple, first called people over, and denied: "This matter is not true. I feel that the judgment of our work is unfair today. Two judges are probably bribed. In this situation , it was obviously caused by someone on purpose, probably the same person, or the same force. I know who might have done it, and it was all because of my personal grievances. I have prepared for it. Don’t worry, I can solve it. "He patted a few people, "Don't panic, this matter must be settled before the next game, it won't affect our hunger, I promise."

After a few people were evacuated, Jerry's call came after him: "Sorry, I found out too late!"

"It's okay, thank you very much." Modi said, and frowned again, "It's a good thing we thought of this earlier, I knew that person had to do something."

"The whole family of that guy will not live long," Jerry said after a moment of silence, "I can't say too much, and I don't know that much, but as long as you know, if he fights with my brother, it's a death. Alright, I'll pass on the information to you, do you know any pushers?"

"I know Ziyue." Modi pressed his leg while receiving the documents, "Why did the general meet him?" Is it because of him?

After the quarantine ended, he listened to Louis and had some treatment, but because his illness lasted for a long time and required several stages of treatment, he was so busy that he forgot about it, and felt that his legs were more uncomfortable than before. Taller.

"Don't think it's because of you, my brother, public is public, private is private, my brother has been watching them for a long time, but their interests are intertwined, their roots are too deep, and they haven't dug anything that can burn them all. This time, he hit him with a gun, don't let the third person know, this kind of thing will be over if you startle the snake, and the other party may swallow it back."

"Tell him to be careful and pay attention to rest." Modi hung up the phone, a little upset, lying on the sofa, trying to bother his son who was doing his homework, or Louis who was busy with official duties, but finally found that no one could disturb him, not because he was growing Growing up means defending the country, and you still have to digest it yourself.

no problem.He thought to himself, opening the file Jerry sent.

Yorkson saw that the black material he ordered people to post on the Internet was getting less and less, and he slammed the things on the table, leaning on the table and panting.

At this time, the servant told him that the master was back, so Yorkson adjusted his mentality and went out: "Dad, how did you talk with the general?"

Generally speaking, when the interstellar people talk about generals, they always refer to General Louis, so Yorkson also said that fluently, but forgot that his father was also a general.

The old General Yorkson slammed a vase, kicked over the sculpture next to it, and roared like a tiger, "Little bastard, you dare to ride on my head before your hair grows!"

Yorkson was so terrified that he didn't dare to speak: "Tan... collapsed?"

Old General Yorkson was flushed with anger, and he sat down on the sofa, pounding the table and shouting: "Dare to play with me! What are you going to play with me... Tai Chi?!"

"No, no way," Yorkson's voice trembled a little, "We have had a relationship with him for several years, and he was not a general at that time! You should have a good personal relationship with him, we have no interests The conflict, why? I can't figure it out!"

Old General Yorkson's breath gradually sank, and he said coldly, "Louis is a ruthless boy."

"This guy treats everyone the same. He is polite, but he doesn't stick together. He doesn't even stand on the team. Did you notice that? It's just that he is very tough. This time he retreated to the second line, and he has to go back at any time. In terms of the entire league, who can Replace him? No!" Old Yorkson said angrily, "The people in the military department, even the people in the National People's Congress, are his dogs! Whoever he votes for, 60.00% of the people can go with him!"

"It's fine if we can't win him," Yorkson panicked, "The main thing is that we can't let him stand on the opposite side of us, Yunyun Xiantu!"

Old Yorkson snorted coldly: "It's hard to say!"

"What do you mean...?"

Old Yorkson glanced at his son with deep, small eyes, appearing scheming.

"That person," he said with a sneer, "will always pretend to be like the God of Justice, and even put on a show, scrambling to declare his property every year, as if he is so clean, doesn't he just know how to fight and win people's hearts?! When Lao Tzu became a general, he didn't know where to drink milk!"

As if he couldn't support his obese body, he leaned aside and said in a vicious voice: "We must have offended him somewhere, and we didn't take him with us for the benefit, so he saw through..." He narrowed his eyes, "That man, It’s like a white lotus flower, it seems like something clean all day long, and if you have power, you have to rectify the wind, clean up military discipline, and it’s actually all for yourself?! When I came back, I just sent Rexxar brother... that’s also a general. , He directly took him away! Of course, it was also because that person wanted to touch him, otherwise he would definitely not have done it." He laughed again, "It's all for himself, seeing how high-spirited and upright it is, it's okay to peel off that piece of skin The same black? Can you climb so high without being black?!"

Yorkson didn't dare to refute or speak.

The old General Yorkson licked his lips, and then said in a deep voice: "However, there was no news before he did it. We were still waiting for Rexxar to knock him down... Heh, what if he caught him? , with his resolute method, one day he was chatting and laughing with you, and the next day he directly uprooted you... Half of the military department is his people..."

Yorkson was horrified when he heard that, and said, "The other half...is basically our people."

"Our people?" Old Yorkson raised his eyebrows, laughing loudly, "His people are willing to die for him, our people? What else can they do but take money?!"

Unable to refute, Yorkson thought: It could not be the point of his greed... Then he felt that it was impossible, he did it absolutely secretly, so he had to ask his father carefully: "You...didn't do anything, did you?"

His father's roots are deep, as long as it is not collaborating with the enemy, nothing can bring him down.

Old Yorkson looked at him gravely.

Yorkson suddenly panicked: "Dad, you won't..."

"If they hold something," Old Yorkson said slowly, tapping on the table lightly, "we have to hold their lifeblood too."

Yorkson was terrified, thinking: No way, really collaborating with the enemy...

The father and son were thinking about each other, and they had their own concerns. However, after much deliberation, Louis's people were as strict as an iron barrel, and they were completely seamless. At least as far as they knew, they really didn't take the public's needles and stitches, and everything was in accordance with the laws and regulations. act.The two took turns cursing for a while, when Yorkson suddenly thought of something.

"Dad, do you remember...Maudie?" Yorkson said, frowning.

"Hmph," Old Yorkson snorted disdainfully, "As for your wife's ex-husband, you said you too, if you can't find anything, you must find someone who is better than others!" After a while, he grinned again. Get up, "But you can grab what you want. If you have the ability, it's yours. This is not bad, it's a bit bloody..."

"That Modi," Yorkson continued without following his train of thought, "he knows General Lewis, and he seems to have a good relationship."

He clicked on the optical brain and found out the interaction between Mr. Lu and Modi.

Old Yorkson looked at it for a while, with an expression of "what the hell is this?!", his eyes were full of: What the hell are you kidding me? !

"That's Luis!" he finally yelled, thinking his son was crazy, "isn't he a fucking idiot?!"

Yorkson, however, looked at those interactions, became more and more deep in thought, and made another call: "Check something for me..."