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Chapter 425 He's a Psychopath with Principles

Chapter 425

"Miss."

Bai Sa entered, looked at the scene before her, and calmly withdrew her gaze.

"What you requested is ready."

Ye Yao got up and led her to the restaurant, where several tables were covered with red papers.

During the Chinese New Year, beautiful palace lanterns are hung up, and Spring Festival couplets are naturally one of the essential customs.

There were also writing brushes, ink, and inkstones, which I had asked Wiesman to prepare beforehand, thankfully without delay.

Connie trotted out, holding up her hands, which were still covered in flour.

"Ah Yao, do you want to write?"

Ye Yao nodded.

Pick up the brush and dip the ink.

It hovered under their gaze!

Actually, she's not very good at calligraphy; it's legible, but it lacks any real flair.

Yes, not even a tiny bit.

It's not even that good-looking.

In short, it's watchable.

"Huh?" Connie frowned as she looked at Ye Yao's handwriting. "What kind of character is this? I don't recognize it."

Ye Yao picked up her pen and wrote the first line of a couplet: "Eat well, drink well, and stay healthy."

Hearing Connie's words, he laughed and said, "A word from some mysterious planet, now extinct."

Then continue with the second line: "Having money, having leisure, and being blessed with good fortune."

By the way, the horizontal scroll reads "Peace and Joy".

After giving the two a brief explanation, Ye Yao greeted An An.

"Honey, let's find a place to stick it on."

An'an can be considered the system's "representative" in interstellar space.

It was instilled with countless pieces of information about the little broken ball by the system, and at times it knew more than Ye Yao, the original native.

An'an stepped forward, looked at the couplet, and smiled, "This one can be pasted on the door of the kitchen, but it's a bit small."

Ye Yao smiled and said, "It's up to you, An'an. You can stick it wherever you want."

She then had Bai Sa and Connie spread out an enormous pair of Spring Festival couplets.

Perhaps it's interesting outside too, with people inside preparing ingredients coming out one by one.

They were curious, so An'an explained it to them.

Connie said, "Ayao, write me a picture; I want to put it in my room."

"Okay," Ye Yao replied without refusing.

She wielded her brush here until dusk before finally stopping.

There's no way I could ever finish writing it all.

Moreover, calligraphy is not something that can be mastered overnight; she simply didn't have the talent for it.

But An'an can.

It is AI, and the material is provided by the system.

Ye Yao didn't understand anything about charm or grandeur; in her opinion, as long as it looked good, that was enough.

Following the example, An'an had no problem at all.

It's too late this year, let's try again next year.

This was the first time Ye Yao had organized such a large-scale festival, and she lacked experience, so the others couldn't offer much help.

Many things need to be created from scratch, which can be quite hectic.

There will definitely be no problem next year.

**
As time goes by, the New Year's Eve dinner preparations are almost complete.

On the Milky Way's local area network, a song and dance performance is taking place at the Seven Star Tower, visible throughout the entire galaxy.

If any members of the public are interested, they can go up and perform.

Ye Yao even invited Nalan Yao. His performance was at around 10 p.m., and it would end around 11 p.m., so he would come over to have New Year's Eve dinner together.

As night fell, countless palace lanterns were lit simultaneously.

Both south and north of the Yangtze River, illuminated by palace lanterns, the scene is dreamlike and enchanting, like the Milky Way falling to earth.

On the Qinjiang River, many people released various shaped river lanterns into the river as they listened to introductions to various fun Spring Festival celebrations.

The beautiful palace-lantern-style streetlights on both sides illuminated the area, making it look like a galaxy of stars, a truly breathtaking sight.

As night fell, a light snow began to fall.

Many people and their families came to the streets in twos and threes to enjoy the beautiful snow scenery.

As for 384, he was currently hosting a program in the Seven Star Building.

At 8:00 PM sharp, the first Spring Festival Gala of the Interstellar Galaxy officially began. 384, dressed in a dashing Hanfu, appeared in the center of the lotus-shaped stage.

Ye Yao nestled in the comfortable armchair and began to enjoy the festival that An An and 384 were preparing.

On the other side, AI placed countless fireworks on Ziwei Square, waiting for the midnight hour when the old year ends and the new year begins, at which point the square will be transformed into a dazzling display of lights and completely ignited.

As the familiar melody began, Ye Yao wiped her face.

"Your idea, right?"

She couldn't help laughing.

The system sparrow landed on Ye Yao's shoulder. [I sent it to An An; it was finalized by him and 384. Actually, it was An An's idea. Doesn't the host like it?]

That shouldn't be the case. This is one of the most festive tunes in the host's world. Every Spring Festival, you can hear it on the streets and alleys.

Ye Yao said softly, "I like it very much."

Yes, she likes it very much.

Prelude to a certain event.

It's almost ingrained in their bones.

Soon, the first song entered Ye Yao's ears.

"Happy Chinese New Year!"

She rested her chin on her elbow and started shaking her leg as she listened.

That's a really good song. Hmm, the singer is an AI.

The information about An'an's broken ball provided by the system only circulates among the AIs locked by the system.

It's not that information is closed off, but rather that even if it's released, it might not be accepted by people.

The Milky Way is still a "baby" galaxy; it's too young.

When this galaxy grows up and becomes so powerful that no one can ignore it, and its fame is sufficient, then it will be most appropriate to spread the culture of Little Broken Planet.

She believed it wouldn't be long before she arrived.

People who came to the Qixinglou event were initially surprised by the catchy and addictive song, but were later drawn in by the simple yet heartfelt blessings within it.

After the song ended, thunderous applause filled the room.

How should I put it? It's just very unique.

"Young Miss, are you hungry? Why don't you eat something first?"

Bai Sa placed a plate of radish balls in front of her.

Ye Yao's eyes lit up as she looked up at Bai Sa, "Sa Sa, you're really amazing."

Her praise was sincere and candid, and Bai Sa's heart pounded wildly, but she also developed a good composure.

Otherwise, he would have driven himself insane during these years of obsessively and morbidly thinking about Ye Yao.

Back then, all those who had bullied him were killed.

He asked Xie Mang to capture the man and take him to Blackstone Prison, where he was then tortured to death in the most cruel way.

Bai Sa felt no emotion when he thought of the wicked people's tearful confessions and pleas during their torture.

The evil of those people completely severed any possibility between him and Ye Yao.

How could I not hate it?

"As long as the young lady likes it."

Bai Sa looked at Ye Yao with a smile.

Bai Sa is in charge of cooking tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

The recipes he provided were all dishes that Ye Yao liked to eat.

As for the others, they don't have the right to be picky about food.

If you don't like the food, go back and drink the nutritional supplement.

“SaSa has been by my side for a very, very long time.”

Ye Yao suddenly started saying nonsensical things.

Bai Sa's heart trembled slightly. Did the young lady not want him anymore?
Have you been pursued by any girls?

Ye Yao ate the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside meatballs, which were savory and delicious. Sa Sa's cooking skills were superb.

Chosen Interstellar Chef

Bai Sa: "...???"

Believe it or not, it really exists.

Unfortunately, he only liked the rich girl who saved him from hell.

I'm not interested in anyone else.

He is even quite satisfied with his current situation.

Instead of wasting time dating someone, why not spend more time studying recipes?

His young mistress is quite picky about food.

"No."

Yes and no.