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The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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NOT 'OLD' ENOUGH

THE table was set with a generous spread of breakfast dishes, enough to serve twelve people, each offering a unique taste and texture. There were large platters piled high with steamed buns, some filled with a soft, savory filling, while others were plain and fluffy. Multiple bowls of warm porridge were arranged across the table, topped with an assortment of pickled vegetables and slices of meat, ensuring everyone could have a portion.

Thin pancakes and rolls, lightly golden, were stacked in several tall piles, each accompanied by small dishes of various dipping sauces. Numerous smaller plates held crispy fried dough sticks, slightly twisted and still warm, ready to be shared. The table also featured teapots filled with different teas, as well as pitchers of milk, filling the air with a comforting aroma.

"I made sure to prepare plenty, so everyone can eat their fill," Emmy said with a warm smile as they all took their seats.