Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 399 - 123: It’s a Small World

Everyone’s eyes focused on Su Xiaocai. She was the victim, so she made the decision.

Su Xiaocai: "Let him come, but don’t add him to the team for now. Let’s see if he can fit in. If he can’t blend in by the deadline, it’s best not to force it."

"Huh? Really bringing him in?" Wu Qingqing was very puzzled.

Su Xiaocai had her reasons; a talent delivered to her doorstep might just be arranged by fate.

Don’t forget, Chef Li is that guy’s uncle, and everything eaten comes from his hands.

A little trickery could paralyze the whole company.

Unless she fired Chef Li and his team.

But Su Xiaocai wasn’t the overly suspicious type who blows minor things out of proportion. Observing Li Shanchun up close could help her understand him better. Friend or foe, observations were needed.

"Thank you, boss." Chef Li expressed his gratitude. "In the future, when you come to the cafeteria, I guarantee you’ll eat until you’re full."

Xiao Wanzi’s smiling electronic eyes turned to anger; this chubby uncle was trying to take its place.

Xiao Wanzi tugged at Su Xiaocai’s sleeve—it believed it was Caicai’s chef.

The others also looked reluctant, not because Chef Li’s food wasn’t good, but because when Su Xiaocai ate separately, there were many dishes on her table which they could sneak a bite from.

More variety and good taste—who to choose? Of course, Xiao Wanzi had their support.

"N-no need." Su Xiaocai’s mouth twitched. The gang of ’dads’ around her needed their emotions tended to.

"There’s gratitude, even if not eating in the cafeteria, you can take some snacks. I’ll get some from the kitchen for you." The snacks were for the company’s afternoon tea, so giving some to Su Xiaocai was fine; he would just make more.

Plates of little snacks, nut chocolates, small cups of custard, dried fruits, and fish snacks... all looked very tasty.

Huahua jumped on the table, quickly stretched out a paw and swiped a fish snack. Chef Li laughed silly, "Does Prince Huahua also like fish snacks? I’ll prepare more next time."

Su Xiaocai lifted Huahua off the table, "Do you know how dirty your paws are, rolling on the floor for so long?"

Huahua clamped a fish snack in its mouth, eyes round and unwavering. Its litter-scooper was too nervous; its cat skills were fine, only snatching its own fish snack.

The cat walked with pride, squatting at Xiao Wanzi’s feet, hoping to trade with food.

"Prince Huahua?" Su Xiaocai said, "Don’t use that title for it anymore. It’s boastful enough; calling it a prince will make it think it can fly."

Chef Li chuckled and headed back to the kitchen, calling his nephew to tell him to visit Extraordinary Island; if not, he’d never set foot in the simulation pod again.

Under the blankets, Li Shanchun read his uncle’s message, feeling like the sky was falling. What was his uncle thinking?

Did he want him to embarrass himself in front of Su Xiaocai again?

His baby face showed rare anxiety and retreat. His pride vanished without a trace.

His uncle’s words were like an imperial edict, affecting his meals and competitions during the summer break.

Li Shanchun dawdled the next day, but eventually arrived on time at the entrance of Extraordinary Island Company.

His first visit, he craned his neck to take in the legendary company’s entrance.

Outside the gate, layers upon layers of people crowded around, mostly journalists seeking interviews with the executives of Extraordinary Island.

The executives’ private numbers were well hidden, Yu Haoming was unknown, Zu Yang was low-key, and Su Xiaocai only appeared sporadically online.

Securing an interview opportunity would surely mean a promotional leap, hence the congregation of journalists.

Unfortunately, Yu Haoming was a homebody, Zu Yang clearly stated he would only temporarily serve as a vice manager at Extraordinary Island.

Su Xiaocai was colder still, uninterested in gaining fame, not caring for a businessman’s facade, happy to play the clown.

The security guards kept the journalists out. Their sharp eyes glanced briefly, forcing the noisy journalists to sit and wait for their chance.

Right at that moment, a little kid slipped in without obstruction, making the nosy reporters immensely curious, "Mr. Security, whose kid is that, allowed into Extraordinary Island—are they the legendary tech personnel?"

"Don’t let your imagination run wild, it’s the cafeteria chef’s nephew, here to do part-time work."

The reporters were astonished: Why hadn’t they thought of this network?

They’d have sneaked in through part-time work too if they’d known. Wonder if Extraordinary Island was still hiring part-timers.

A single lie from the security man managed to bluff them; the journalists hung their heads and continued to wait.

Li Shanchun successfully entered the company, and the receptionist led him to the entertainment area. He didn’t see his "kindly" uncle but was instead greeted by an aura of hostility.

Ten familiar faces stared at him like he was a lamb about to be slaughtered by them.