Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 239: The Intercepted Report Letter

Once they decided to make skewers, the group went straight to Jiang Qiuqiu’s house.

Having lived there for a while, the courtyard house was gradually starting to feel more lived-in. Mo Chengyu and Zuo Kai were both amazed when they saw Jiang Qiuqiu’s thermostatic container.

It was packed with a dazzling array of every ingredient imaginable.

Skewers were the kind of food that embraced everything; as long as you dared to eat it, you could skewer anything. So, Jiang Qiuqiu took out a bit of every vegetable she had in her cabinets.

She grabbed a few extra handfuls of small bamboo shoots.

After clearing a relatively large space in the living room, she began her skewer-making lesson.

She cut a large pile of vegetables into uniform little pieces, threaded them onto skewers, and placed them in a basin to the side.

The process wasn’t difficult, but with a few beginners making them together, the pieces were inevitably different sizes—

After five minutes, Mo Chengyu looked at the skewers in his basin, which resembled a sliding scale, and then at Jiang Qiuqiu’s, where the size and thickness of each piece were nearly identical. He fell into a deep thought.

"It’s fine."

"There’s no rule that says they have to be perfectly uniform. As long as they aren’t too big, it’s okay."

"Really! Let’s just be casual about it. Worst case, the three of us will just eat the ugly ones ourselves!"

They threaded the skewers, chatted, and playfully accused each other of making ugly ones.

The air was filled with cheerfulness. Jiang Qiuqiu took advantage of the break to go to the kitchen and start simmering the soup stock.

The whole afternoon was exceptionally fulfilling.

At this moment, Jiang Qiuqiu had no idea that the report letter her body’s original owner had so desperately wanted to send had finally left the drop box.

Unfortunately, it was not taken by a hand of justice.

「Federation Main Star, West District - Jiang Family.」

Jiang Tianming was in the middle of a class at school when an urgent communication from home summoned him back.

The Jiang Family, to which Jiang Tianming belonged, was one of the Federation Nobles. They had once risen to the ranks of second-tier nobles thanks to the eldest son, Jiang Tianqi...

But tragically, the eldest son who could have led the Jiang Family to glory had unfortunately died on the battlefield from a spiritual power outburst, sacrificing his life for the Federation.

After Jiang Tianqi’s death, Jiang Tianming became the Jiang Family’s sole heir.

Although he wasn’t outstanding—not compared to his older brother, at least... But Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, grieving the loss of their beloved son, couldn’t bring themselves to say anything as they looked at their only remaining one.

’So be it. He’s a bit lacking, but we still have many years ahead of us. At worst, we’ll just have to prop up the Jiang Family a little longer. It’s not like we’ll let Jiang Tianming squander the entire family fortune.’

Ever since becoming the precious sole heir, Jiang Tianming had grown increasingly arrogant. He no longer hid his petty schemes and acted without any sense of propriety.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang had wanted to discipline him properly, but they saw that their son knew his limits. Although he was mischievous, he never provoked families more powerful than the Jiangs. Since he mostly toyed with people from Low-level Stars and Garbage Stars, they didn’t say much more about it.

’Forget it,’ they thought. ’It’s not a big deal anyway.’

Until this time—

"Get on your knees!"

...

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jiang Tianming immediately dodged to the side. "Did you swallow a laser cannon or something? I didn’t even do anything. Why are you so mad?"

"Didn’t do anything?" Mr. Jiang viciously threw the object in his hand to the ground. "How many times have I told you? Don’t just go around provoking people, and if you do, clean up your mess! Don’t leave any loose ends."

"But you! Do you have any idea where this report letter was retrieved from?"

Mr. Jiang was grief-stricken. "We are not the Yang family! We can’t find someone with influence at the Education Center to get your school records transferred for you. If this report letter reaches the Education Center—"

"We’ll see if you can even graduate from your school smoothly!"

"...What is this?"

Jiang Tianming picked up the letter and glanced at it. Without even reading the contents, the first thing he saw was the signature at the bottom.

—Student: Jiang Qiuqiu.

His expression changed slightly.