I rely on the animation of the earth to conquer the interstellar

Chapter 57

    Then go there.

    The Youth Award this time is still carried out in the form of live broadcast, and Mo Li also used the original black cat model without any suspense, but Zhu Shi insisted on his self-esteem of the cat clan, saying that "the prototype can only be seen by the closest people." ", the backhand was replaced by an ordinary young man with black hair and black eyes.

    Well, an ordinary young man with a cat in his arms.

    The two chatted about their upcoming plans, and occasionally made a few brief comments on the virtual commercial street. There was still more than an hour before the official awarding time, and Mo Li was about to rip through the list of newcomers awarded by the organizer. (Yes, as an honorary judge, she does not participate in the formal process, her role is only to increase the gold content), and was thinking about going offline for a while, when I suddenly saw a familiar virtual store.

    Kanto cooking.

    Mo Li regained her spirits immediately. It's not easy to have a meal that suits your appetite in the interstellar world. Although interstellar is not the gourmet desert mentioned in the novel, but in the era when the "stir-frying" technique was lost, it is really difficult to satisfy the authentic Chinese stomach just by steaming and stewing.

    "Xiao Zhu, I'm going to have a look over there." The black cat straightened up, flicked its tail and broke away from the young man's embrace.

    Just as Zhu Shi was about to chase after him, he suddenly stopped when he saw the name of the virtual store, then put on full speed, and finally stopped outside the store reluctantly.

    "Dingling—" the

    wind chime rang, and there were guests seated. The uncle in the back kitchen concentrates on manipulating the cooking panel that is not working well, trying to reproduce the dishes in memory in the virtual space.

    When he came back to his senses, he realized that there was a beautiful little black cat sitting beside the wooden table, staring straight at it.

    "I know you, you are a black cat." The uncle smiled cheerfully, and put away the recyclable bamboo sticks in his hand, "My son likes your animation very much, and he mentioned it when he chatted with me recently."

    Mo Li was a little annoyed , There are so many people who use this model, how can he reveal his true identity in one word?

    No, for the sake of her oden freedom, she must not admit it so easily.

    She pretended not to understand and twitched her tail, moved close to the delicious Oden, and sniffled again: "Who is the black cat? You must have mistaken him." The

    uncle smiled without saying a word, but he didn't point her out Instead, he gave Mo Li a spoonful of tofu and meatballs.

    "Please," he said.

    Mo Li can't lose face and eat free food. It's good if she doesn't have her identity exposed, but if someone recognizes her as a human being under her skin, she can't be so shameless. She transferred the normal fee to the uncle sitting behind the counter, and began to taste it under the loving eyes of the other party.

    In fact, there is no taste. The re-simulation of the taste plate of the virtual light screen is always an experience of neural signal synthesis, and it is impossible to taste better than the next time.

    But Mo Li still praised the other party very face-saving: "Some raw ingredients are specially fried, and the technique is good." The

    uncle glanced at the figure outside the door, then leaned down, and lowered the volume: "Interstellar people don't know how to fry them. Handle food."