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At this moment, Lu Weiliang was conceiving a melodramatic romance novel in her mind: "Interstellar Romance, It's Just a Game, Why Did the Sentinels Take It Seriously?"

And a famous saying: Spring has arrived, all things revive, it's the breeding season for animals, and the air in the mountains and forests is filled with the scent of hormones...

In Lu Weiliang's view, this banquet was a large-scale social event disguised as the Qixi Festival.

She shook off the goosebumps on her body and quietly sat back down in her chair to eat her dessert.

Anyway, she doesn't plan to play games or find a boyfriend.

Her only task today was to eat and drink well, and also to kneel and pray to the saintess with Xizelu, drinking holy water and praying for a long and happy life together.

Ye Gongyin sat in the main seat of the banquet hall. She couldn't see Lu Weiliang's figure. Her gaze shifted to the left and she saw that strangely atmospheric circle.

The others either danced passionately and enthusiastically or stood aside quietly watching, but Lu Weiliang's group was completely different. The three men all had cold expressions and looked bitter and resentful.

This made her frown.

She gestured to the servant: "Go over there and invite Director Lu over. Tell him you'd like to ask him some questions about cooking."

Three minutes later, Lu Weiliang walked over, swaying like a penguin as she lifted her skirt.

She bowed, placing her left hand on her shoulder, and said respectfully, "Good night, Your Highness. This humble servant, Lu Weiliang, sends my greetings." At the same time, she also greeted Palesa and Caesar Anrou separately, saying, "Greetings to both of you, Lady."

If you listen carefully, you'll notice that Lu Weiliang's voice has a slight tremor.

Good heavens!

Who would have thought that the little girl who packed up the chicken feet that night was an imperial princess?

She even wrote posts about other people's brothers.

That's really awful.

Ye Gongyin rose gracefully and slowly descended the steps. She reached out and took Lu Weiliang's arm, smiling gently, "Director Lu, we've met before, we're all family, there's no need for so much formality, please get up."

She looked at the attendant: "Get Director Lu a chair."

"Please greet Your Highness." Lu Weiliang had watched historical dramas and knew very well the principle that more courtesy is never a bad thing.

She sat down carefully, barely touching the edge of the stool, her hands neatly resting on her knees, her back ramrod straight, looking as reserved as a kindergarten child waiting for her mother to pick her up.

After a few pleasantries, Ye Gongyin got straight to the point: "Director Lu Xiang, have you been very busy lately? I noticed your video account hasn't been updated in a long time."

Lu Weiliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulder lines relaxed.

Fortunately, they didn't mention the marriage with Xizelu, nor did they ask about those private matters of the heart, so my heart finally settled down.

She smiled and said, "I was injured and recuperating for a while, so I haven't been able to update. If time allows, I will update regularly in the next few days."

Sitting to Ye Gongyin's right, Xi Ze Anrou felt a pang of anxiety when she heard Lu Weiliang's veiled complaints.

Lu Weiliang glanced to her left and thought to herself, "I'll scare you to death! You want me to be your son's maid? Go ahead and arrest me now, you trash!"

Ye Gongyin smiled, naturally understanding the implication of those words, but now was not the time to react. She consciously ignored the assassination attempt: "Director Lu Xiang, I called you here because I have a favor to ask you."

The attendant stepped forward, turned on the personal terminal, and projected a table showing the average living standard per capita into the air.

She continued, "I believe Director Lu can see that the gap between the rich and poor in the Empire is enormous. On some remote planets, the people can't even afford to eat their fill. For hundreds of years, the Empire has spared no effort to provide these people with nutrient solutions, but with little result." Her gaze fell on Lu Weiliang's face, "Until I saw your live stream."

Lu Weiliang was taken aback: "Me?"

"Exactly."

In a flash, Lu Weiliang suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She immediately understood Ye Gongyin's purpose and took the initiative to speak: "Your Highness, I have an immature idea that may coincide with yours. I once lived on a garbage planet for a period of time and have some experience in cooking with inexpensive ingredients, so I want to compile a collection of inexpensive ingredients and post it on my account for everyone to learn for free."

Ye Gongyin revealed a meaningful smile. She knew she hadn't misjudged her. He understood her so quickly.

No wonder Xizelu was willing to give up his title to secure a prestigious status for her.

She was quite pleased, her eyes lighting up: "Director Lu and I have the same idea. I want to specially appoint you as the Gold Medal Culinary Recommendation Officer to cooperate with the Imperial Three Departments and boost the economy of remote planets."

Lu Weiliang had a sudden inspiration: "May I ask if we should also create a separate menu for remote planets, using delicious food to attract tourists and revitalize the local economy?"

Ye Gongyin's eyes brightened, and she leaned forward slightly: "Director Lu's thinking is very comprehensive." A genuine smile spread across her lips: "My hope is to ensure that the people of remote planets have enough to eat and can earn money."

Beside her, Palesa looked at Lu Weiliang and smiled with a hint of joy at having a child late in life; her eyes were overflowing with admiration.

That's great, her little girl has made a good friend.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." Perhaps he can settle down and accomplish great things that bring honor to his ancestors.

Xize Anrou could no longer laugh. The more favored Lu Weiliang was by the princess and the higher her status rose, the more trouble it would be for her to take action later.

She feigned concern and reminded her, "Ayin, this is no small matter. An F-level guide may not be able to convince the public. Why don't we have her hand over the recipe and let another guide publish it on her behalf?"

Lu Weiliang turned her head and met Xize Anrou's gaze, a smug smile still on her lips.

That old hag, you really can't take her for a pushover unless she shows her true colors.

They actually dared to covet her Chinese recipes.

Come on!

Then the green tea was served.

She sobbed and whimpered as she spoke, "Your Highness, I think Duchess Xize hates me. She doesn't like Xize Lu, and by extension, she doesn't like me either."

She turned her head, biting her handkerchief: "Duchess Caesar, you are still my stepmother. Even if you don't like me, don't deliberately embarrass me. I respect you very much, sob sob..."

Performances of all sizes can be held anywhere.

Palesa glanced at Xize Anrou, then at the pitiful, targeted Lu Weiliang.

Damn it, it's obvious who's innocent.

She said unhappily, "Ayin, this isn't the first time some people have been gossiping. I think Lu Xiaohai is quite good, and people online agree with her. There's absolutely no need to replace her."

Lu Weiliang thought to herself, "My best friend's mom is really awesome!"

"Paresa, don't assume your daughter is with her..."

Ye Gongyin interrupted forcefully: "Aunt Anrou, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. It is indeed impossible to convince people if the level is too low."

Xize Anrou smiled gently: "Ayin, I knew you were sensible. The future of the empire still depends on..."

Yoru Miyako deliberately changed the subject: "Therefore, I want to bestow a title upon Director Rokushou!"