Jiang Qiuqiu carefully weighed her options.
Cooking every day would be impossible to fit into her schedule. But twice a week? After she transferred to Federation University, her workload had become much more manageable.
Besides, the most convenient part of the interstellar era was that ingredients could be stored in insulated containers. She could easily cook everything in her spare time and just take it out when needed.
It was always beneficial to foster goodwill.
"If that's the case, then I should be able to handle it."
"That's wonderful," Mrs. Ai'er said with a wide smile. "Those old codgers are in for a real treat."
It was already evening by the time she got home. She didn't have a stream scheduled for the day, so after freshening up, she remembered that Little President Qian's situation was still unresolved and gave Sister Mingmei a call.
"Qiuqiu?" The voice on the other end was subdued.
"Sister Mingmei, what's wrong?"
