Food God

Amelia stood beside, sighing at her own mother's scheming, which was far inferior to Charlotte's.

She was infuriated in no time and ended up being the villain.

If she wasn't mistaken, her father Benjamin would appear in a few minutes.

Amelia hurried over, reaching out to steady the swaying Charlotte.

She said with concern, "Oh, Charlotte, why are you out here? Why aren't you resting in your room? Or perhaps you should lie down in the sanatorium; if this turns into a lingering ailment, what will we do if you become lame?"

Charlotte's expression changed several times, and she finally said bitterly, "If I end up lame, so be it, as long as Mom stops being mad at me. I'd break this leg right now if it meant she'd forgive me!"

Bella stood nearby with a kitchen knife, frowning, looking ferocious.

She wanted nothing more than to chop off this little brat's leg!

That's when Benjamin appeared.

He glanced around, then at the scene, and asked, "What's going on?"

Charlotte was about to say something pitiful, but Amelia spoke first, "Dad, Mom plans to cook your favorite dish from your younger days for dinner tonight."

Benjamin looked at his wife, who was holding a knife and scowling, doubting his daughter's words greatly.

Receiving a signal from her daughter's eyes, Bella snorted and said somewhat begrudgingly, "Yeah, but I wonder if it'll taste as good as it used to."

Benjamin's expression softened. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up, saying, "You'll know once it's cooked."

Charlotte couldn't bear to leave it at that. She sniffled forcefully.

Benjamin turned to her, seeing her teary eyes, and frowned, "Charlotte, why are you crying?"

Meanwhile, Amelia was embracing Charlotte's shoulders affectionately, smiling, "Just now, Charlotte insisted on helping with chopping onions, but after a few cuts, she ended up crying from the onions."

Amelia turned to Charlotte and winked, "Charlotte, let's leave the kitchen to Mom and Dad. We shouldn't be in the way here."

After saying that, regardless of Charlotte's agreement, she "assisted" her out.

Charlotte had grievances but could only force a laugh and agree.

Once the two were upstairs, they were alone in the long corridor.

Amelia quickly released Charlotte's arm, leaned against the wall, and said with a smirk, "Charlotte, if your leg is injured, you better take good care of it. Don't go wandering around Mom."

Charlotte said meekly, "Sister, I didn't mean to. I didn't expect Mom to get so angry."

"Of course, she'd get angry. After all, some people have a way with words. But no matter whether my parents divorce or not, your mom won't step into the Johnson family door."

Charlotte's eyes shrank, and she bit her lip, "What do you mean, sister? I don't understand."

Amelia patted her shoulder, "It's okay if you didn't understand the previous sentence, but make sure you understand the next one. Do you want this leg to heal?"

The false expression on Charlotte's face slowly faded away.

She looked straight at Amelia, "Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all, I'm just concerned about you." Amelia smirked and walked away.

And just as Charlotte's overhead light flickered, her expression turned even darker.

Amelia didn't care about her.

Once, on ancient Earth, Amelia saw a sentence that felt very fitting.

When encountering shameless women, use magic to defeat magic, be even more shameless than her, leaving her no way out!

In a while, Beylincoln University would start, and Charlotte would also go to the First Star District.

For the time being, the family could relax.

As for the state of her parents' relationship, that was their own business, and Amelia wouldn't interfere.

Back in her room, Amelia said to AC, "Lock the door and set up the broadcasting room."

"Sure."

Adjacent to her own room, Amelia had set up a concealed room as a broadcasting studio, themed around food.

She never showed her face on camera, only her hands.

It had been two years since she woke up, and the Food God account had amassed over fifty million followers.

On the Interstellar Broadcasting Network, she was a well-known food broadcaster.

"The broadcaster is here, Food God, what delicious dish are you making for us today?"

Amelia looked at the scrolling subtitles and the dazzling array of gifts on the screen. She used a voice changer to sound like a young man.

Amelia said, "Thank you, everyone. Today, I'm going to make a long-lost dish, Squirrel Fish. It was recorded in the recipes of ancient Earth. Normally, Squirrel Fish is made with carp or yellow croaker, but both of these species are extinct now, so I'm using a fish very similar to them, the Tuha Fish."

In the era of interstellar travel, even a simple dish like fried rice could be considered long-lost, because while fried rice might seem simple, controlling the heat and the ingredients' combinations had very detailed nuances.

In a background where most people relied on nutrient solutions, many couldn't afford expensive restaurants and could only watch broadcasts online for some visual satisfaction.

This was also why Amelia's popularity grew rapidly despite not showing her face.

More importantly, many of the dishes she made were unheard of to many, but they looked incredibly delicious!

The shining knife in her hand gracefully sliced through the fish, cleanly removing the innards, then rinsed it with water.

"I envy that fish because it can touch the broadcaster's hand!"

"I'm different; I envy the broadcaster's knife. The broadcaster can touch me every day!"

"Am I the only one who envies the broadcaster's family? They can eat so many long-lost delicacies."

When this comment appeared, others clicked and agreed.

Tiger, watching the broadcast, smacked his lips while Ethan, who was reading documents beside him, couldn't stand it anymore. He said coldly, "Make another noise, and you're getting shut down!"

Tiger felt wronged, "Master, the dishes this Food God makes look really delicious. I won't get a chance to taste them in my lifetime, can't I even smack my lips?"

Ethan glanced at the documents, ignoring Tiger.

Tiger didn't dare to smack his lips anymore. It had been almost two years since he followed this food broadcaster, and he had always been curious about what the broadcaster actually did.

And he felt indignant.

So Tiger decided to find out where the broadcaster was and then bring the dishes made by the broadcaster to his master to taste.

His master would surely agree with his taste!

Swallowing saliva that didn't exist, Tiger secretly dialed the main system Moss's communication.

Thinking it was Ethan calling, Moss answered quickly.

Moss: Commander, do you need something?

Tiger: No, it's me. Can you help me look up a broadcaster's ID? I want to know their details.

Moss: Heh.

Tiger: Hey, don't 'heh.' I'm doing something important. My master hasn't had much of an appetite lately, and the dishes made by this food broadcaster look incredibly delicious. So I want to find him and have him cook for my master.

Moss: You're just a system; how do you know if their cooking is good or not?

Tiger: I look at the reviews! Don't you usually shop online? Don't you check reviews before buying things?

Moss couldn't be bothered to argue with it, but since it was something beneficial to Commander Ethan, investigating the broadcaster's ID wasn't a problem.

The royal family and the highest commander had this privilege.

However, a minute later, when Moss saw the search results, they were a bit surprised.