Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 602: Chapter 621: Princess Carry

Amidst the pleasant atmosphere, Jiang Qiuqiu said goodbye to everyone and promised to stream again this Sunday.

And today was only Wednesday! Another stream on Sunday meant they would get to eat again in just four days!

If only Federation University were on break every day!

Of course, that was impossible.

Jiang Qiuqiu turned off the camera bot. By then, the robot butler had just about finished cleaning up.

While on camera, she had kept her spirits up and didn’t feel too bad. But the moment she relaxed, the five straight hours of intense spiritual power usage left her feeling slightly dizzy.

Her body swayed, and Mo Si was instantly by her side, steadying her.

With his support, Jiang Qiuqiu sagged against him.

Her voice was light and soft. "I’m a little tired."

"Then don’t stream for so long next time," Mo Si said, gently pinching her cheek.

"I was gone for a month. Everyone was waiting, so I couldn’t just cut it short," Jiang Qiuqiu insisted, sticking to her principles. "Just wait. Next time, I’ll make it even longer."

She had barely finished speaking when a sudden RUMBLE was heard.

...

For a proper lady, it was a rather awkward sound to make.

Mo Si looked at Jiang Qiuqiu. "Are you hungry, Qiuqiu?"

"A little," she admitted.

As she spoke, she pushed herself up to get the food, but Mo Si caught her by the wrist. "You’ve done enough. Let me."

Before Jiang Qiuqiu could even react to his words, she found herself suddenly airborne.

’Huh?’

Her center of gravity suddenly dropped—Mo Si had actually picked her up.

Nestled in his arms, she gazed up at his face. His steps were perfectly steady, as if he were carrying nothing at all.

Before she knew it, he had set her down on a chair in the dining room.

The moment she was seated, Mo Si headed to the kitchen without a word to get the food.

Opening the food warmer, he asked Jiang Qiuqiu, "What do you want to eat, Qiuqiu?"

"Just grab whatever you’d like. I’m good with anything."

There was certainly a lot to choose from. Mo Si picked out a few dishes Jiang Qiuqiu made often and brought them to the living room over a few trips. Then, he pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge.

It was shaping up to be a very lavish dinner. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The two began to eat. The purpose of a meal is to replenish energy, and Mecha Soldiers have incredibly fast metabolisms. As a result, both of them had huge appetites. They devoured the entire table of food, leaving nothing but empty plates.

They were starting to feel full. Too full to sleep, in fact. So, the two of them decided to go for a walk outside.

Starry Sky Wander had its own unique character at night—

As the two of them passed by groves of trees, small paths, pavilions, and little buildings, their conversation went something like this.

"Was someone standing guard back there just now?" Jiang Qiuqiu asked curiously.

Mo Si hummed in affirmation. "There was."

"Is that why there are so few streetlights here?"

"No. There are fewer people here lately, so they turn on fewer lights. In a month or two, there’ll be more."

’What a strange pattern,’ she wondered.

Jiang Qiuqiu’s slightly cool fingers intertwined with his. "Why is that?"

"Because... most of the residents here are retired generals."

Most who reach that rank come from established military families. Normally, they spend their days here fishing, enjoying their retirement, and chatting over tea with their old comrades. During the New Year, the younger generations of their families visit to pay their respects. It’s all very comfortable.

But in February, they generally don’t stay here. They return to their family homes for a while.

Because—

"At the end of February, the soldiers are deployed to Polar Star."

"The Insect Race becomes active then."

The time for the annual struggle had come again.

The younger generation was about to head to a battlefield where life and death hung in the balance. Even with advanced technology and Mecha drastically reducing the mortality rate for soldiers, a small chance didn’t mean no danger at all. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

No one ever knew if a departure would be a final farewell.

That’s why everyone goes back home.

For one, it’s considered auspicious. After all, these are men who retired safely from the battlefield, covered in glory.

And for another, it’s to avoid any regrets.

The topic was a heavy one, but what made it even more sobering was—

Mo Si had to go, too.

Jiang Qiuqiu’s grip on his hand tightened.