What to Do if You Mess With an Omega? - Chapter 33.1

[Dear Turtle, No Guts, Huh? Streamer, hello. We sincerely invite you to join the Star Sea Live Family and become one of us. Together, we will create a wonderful world of gourmet food. We look forward to your arrival. “Attached contract.” I am your Little Zhi. You can private message me if you have any questions. ^_^]

Ning Hanzhu clicked open the contract and flipped through the terms up and down several times, then closed it and continued reading the food reviews from the star citizens.

When she had registered this account back then, she had also considered it carefully—whether to sign first or later. Signing first had its benefits, such as the platform providing aid to some small newbie streamers by inserting their live stream rooms into specific platform positions to attract a certain number of fans.

For a wild streamer like Ning Hanzhu, whether she could become popular depended entirely on metaphysics.

However, that initial signing contract was an overlord clause contract: the platform took seventy percent of the revenue share, gifts were split fifty-fifty, no different from the current contract.

No matter which world it was, capital was all the same.

Ning Hanzhu calculated the rewards Miss Niya had given her over the past two days, then privately messaged her reward account and refunded the money.

She had to cover fifty percent out of pocket.

The Star Sea Platform really did not act like a person.

Ning Hanzhu was still in her susceptible period at this point; her resentment toward the platform stacked like multiple buffs, rising steadily, making her increasingly averse to that signing short message. She simply ignored it—out of sight, out of mind—and even thought about switching to a different live streaming site.

[Where are you all now?]

[Pic, pic, pic]

Lu Yutang had actually taken Ning Qianqian to an amusement park to watch the fireworks, with the two of them each holding a super-large cup of ice cream.

Ning Hanzhu, “…”

This big one and little one, without her around, actually lived quite enjoyably.

Only she was still worrying whether they would not eat enough or eat well after going out. Ning Hanzhu angrily ate all the leftover squid into her belly.

Not leaving even one for them.

The entire villa was empty and echoing; Ning Hanzhu still felt a bit unaccustomed to it. Before, when she and Ning Qianqian had squeezed into that aid housing, it had felt too cramped.

In the future, when buying a house, she could not buy one this big; with few people, the house felt even more, more spacious—unless someone moved in, or she had Brother Lu find a wife, have a child, and then bring over Aunt Lu.

A graceful figure flashed through Ning Hanzhu’s mind, and her wrist’s light brain suddenly vibrated.

[Today’s delivery was very delicious; I liked it a lot.]

Xu Yuqing sent this short message with a smile tugging at her lips; after sending it, she rolled twice on the cloud-like comfortable bed, finally burying her head into the bedding.

Ning Hanzhu’s previously depressed mood vanished in an instant; thinking that there were still leftover squid tentacles in the fridge, [You like it? That’s good. Someday, I’ll let you try the octopus balls I make.]

Though Xu Yuqing did not know what kind of gourmet food this was again, it did not stop her from looking forward to it immensely, while at the same time urging Old Wu to draft the contract.

Old Wu had not expected the big boss to personally come urging him; his two hands busied into afterimages. After just drafting it, he first sent it to Xu Yuqing and Luo Tianran for review.

Luo Tianran had just been chased out by Xu Yuqing; she had originally wanted to crash for the night, but today’s Xu Yuqing was cold and ruthless. When she received the message, she was still in the hover car; upon opening it, the hover car’s route nearly twisted into a pretzel shape mid-air.

“What the hell; offering such good terms—are you hiring a chef to cook, or planning to invite an ancestor back to enshrine?”

Old Wu trembled and took a scolding first; only after Luo Tianran finished cursing did he say with a bitter face, “That’s what I thought too, but Second Miss, this is what the boss just decided.”

Luo Tianran, “???”

The hover car crashed into the tech building.

Luo Tianran could not care less about this broken car anymore and waited for someone to tow it. “Sister Xu personally changed it?”

Old Wu nodded, full of unspoken bitterness.

Luo Tianran chuckled. “Then that’s fine; just treat it as inviting an ancestor. Anyway, Sister Xu can afford to support her—if she is willing to support a few more, that would be even better.”

Old Wu, “…”

Second Miss, you were not saying that just now.

Since both bosses had no objections, Old Wu sent a private message to Ning Hanzhu.

Ding—

Ding, ding, ding.

These were backend short message sounds again.

But Ning Hanzhu was busy making octopus balls; octopus as an ingredient was probably even rarer, so she could only substitute with squid tentacles. Moreover, she still lacked the mold pan, so she simply rummaged on the starnet and ordered a batch of possibly useful molds and pans. She had discovered today while making grilled squid that they were not as handy as a flat-bottomed pan.

Thinking that the ingredients seemed to be running low too, she went browsing the ingredient store again.

Once she had bought enough things.

She started blanching the squid tentacles in the pot; once the squid tentacles curled up, she fished them out and ran them under cold water once, then cut them into small segments.

She did not have octopus ball flour on hand either and directly substituted with flour. Thinking that Xu Yuqing might like it and that it could serve as snacks for Ning Qianqian, she simply beat in a few more eggs and stirred; she planned to use up all the remaining squid.

The stuff was good, but it would not last for long.

Fortunately, the capital star’s delivery speed was truly no joke; by the time she had stirred the flour into batter, the mold pan she ordered had arrived.

Ning Hanzhu washed the mold pan clean, then poured oil into each mold one by one, added a bit of batter, put in squid segments, added some chopped green vegetables, and finally poured batter over the top, waiting for it to set.

Considering Ning Qianqian’s child’s taste, she made the octopus balls in two flavors: spicy and custard. After finishing, she packed a large portion of spicy and a small portion of custard and sent them to Xu Yuqing.

She put the rest in the fridge.

Waiting for tomorrow to have Lu Yutang take them when sending Ning Qianqian to school.

She forked two octopus balls to taste them; only then did she have time to check the messages.

[Dear Turtle孫, No Guts, Huh? Streamer, hello. I am the manager of Dark Gourmet; I have been following you for a while and feel your dishes fit our store’s style very well. We sincerely invite you to join us.]

[Dear Turtle孫, No Guts, Huh? Streamer, hello. I am the manager of Yijiansheye. Here, I sincerely invite you to join the Yijiansheye family and become our esteemed senior chef. The terms are as follows: “Attached contract.” Awaiting your good news.]

Ning Hanzhu raised an eyebrow; this Yijiansheye should be that outrageously expensive restaurant. Although she had never been there, Xu Yuqing’s mention of a cup of Golden Dew Liquid worth 388,888 had simply opened her eyes wide and left her in awe.

They actually invited her to be a chef.

Ning Hanzhu almost laughed out loud; if she were still on Elfa Star, if this restaurant sent her such an invitation, she would agree without hesitation.

She clicked open the contract for a look, then widened her eyes afterward; the contract terms were actually biased toward her. She only needed to research one or two dishes per month, work about half a day, show up occasionally once a month, and the monthly salary was even 500,000.

Ning Hanzhu, “???”

What kind of wealth-bringing boy was this?

Was there not some ulterior motive toward her?

Ning Hanzhu had already typed out her refusal in the dialogue box, just short of sending it, but the other party had really given too much; compared to the Star Sea contract, the sincerity was overflowing.

She hesitated for a moment and simply sent a message asking Xu Yuqing.

[If someone invites me to be a chef, only needing to research one or two dishes per month, then giving me high salary income, with bonuses at year-end, do you think this seems like a set trap?]

Xu Yuqing read the message she sent, her brows furrowing enough to pinch a fly to death; this “trap” looked a bit familiar.

She opened the contract Old Wu had drafted again; requirements, monthly salary, bonuses—one did not differ; it was indeed the terms they had offered.

How did it become a trap?

Xu Yuqing unpleasantly had Old Wu redraft the contract.

Old Wu, “???”

Redraft again; if they yielded more, they really would be inviting an ancestor back.

But thinking of Second Miss’s words, Old Wu steeled himself; fine, draft—he would definitely draft a contract that satisfied the boss.

[Yijiansheye—is not that where you eat often? How much do you know about their boss?]

Ning Hanzhu actually wanted to ask more whether this boss was a good person or a bad one—lest they trick her over and harvest her kidneys. Hmm, kidneys in the interstellar era did not seem worth much; more likely they would trick her into being a miner, digging nonstop in a dark, sunless mine until death.

Xu Yuqing’s fingers paused slightly; boss?

[Their boss has a good personality and is easy to talk to, never delays wages, and even gives employees extra benefits every month…]

Huh.

There was actually a boss in this world who did not exploit employees?

Impossible; too idealized.

But these were words Xu Yuqing had said; she did not know why, but she deeply believed what Xu Yuqing said.

[Oh, like that; then I’ll consider it some more.]

[?]

Even like this, she still needed to consider; definitely dissatisfied with the contract.

Xu Yuqing urged Old Wu again.

Ning Hanzhu also did not know how to explain her worries to Xu Yuqing; mainly, the other party had given too much, and compared to what she put in, the monthly salary gave her an unreal feeling of a pie falling from the sky.

So she planned to wait until her susceptible period ended, go to Yijiansheye for a look, meet the boss in person, talk it over; if their views aligned, she would not mind providing them with one or two dishes each month.

Ding—

Ding, ding ding.

A string of messages, as if they had agreed on it.

[Sorry, dear Turtle, No Guts, Huh? Streamer, hello. I just sent the wrong contract; this one is yours. Awaiting your good news.]

[Kiss kiss, detected that you have been considering for nearly 206 minutes; is there something you do not understand about the contract? Little Zhi can explain for you.]

[Streamer hello, I am the owner of a cloud restaurant; I have been following your live streams lately. The food you make is very delicious and popular. I wonder if you have thought about opening a cloud gourmet store, a place where food lovers from various stars can gather. If interested, add my light brain number …]