Interstellar Favorite Superstar (Chapter 8: Food — part 2)
Many people closed their mouths with suspicion and did not continue to lash out.
Many people happily discussed in the post what the next chapter of the novel will be written about, and what kind of things will the interstellar young boy encounter on the earth.
When the owner of the original post saw this scene, the wave of doubts simmered. The situation that had been most strongly opposed in the past reversed instantly. He couldn’t help biting his lips, and directly and ruthlessly submitted the report of Su Tan’s essay to the card verification center.
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The reason for reporting was to bring the data with friends and relatives.
Just as he was anxiously waiting for the official verification results to come out, a big news was suddenly posted in the post.
Dried deep-sea fish: “I’m gone !!! Do you know what I found in ‘Control’ just now? The reader who voted for ten deep-sea torpedoes turned out to be Smoke Father! The most coveted reader of Fanxing Novel!!!”
North Pole Meow: “…”
Dark Rose: “…”
Star Fortress: “…”
Soft Cute Dolphin: “No! The author is largely mine! Don’t you want to grab the author, QAQ!”
Everyone who saw this post was silent. The reader “Smoke Scar” was a long and magical existence on the Fanxing Novel Network. He broke through the sky and never gave up to throw money. It was common to see ten or hundreds of investment.
Therefore, every author he fosters was fascinated and happy. His deeds were even talked about by many netizens, and he was simply called “Smoke Father”.
Tyrant father, who didn’t love?
Therefore, when someone found out that the person who thundered for Su Tan’s novel was the “Smoke Father”, naturally all the doubts disappeared.
What’s wrong with such a tyrant who did not want to lose money? Wouldn’t it be great to just hold him in the throne!
Not to mention—
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The last line of the post.
Smoke Scar: “Well, I voted, either relatives or friends, just like it. What’s wrong?”
When Su Tan got up early in the morning, he found that his profile data was skyrocketing. When he finally found this post following the source, the post was already a frenzy of taking a group photo and asking for a signature contact.
Soft Cute Dolphin: “Smoke father, don’t go! Do you still have a warship to send missiles to sell cute chat accessories?”
Star Fortress: “… Upstairs, can you have a bit of discipline? Just now you said you want to hold the author tightly and don’t grab it. “
Light Star Carrying Handle: “What can we do [spared our hands]? Of course, dad, just be happy ~”
Seeing this, Su Tan was full of surprise and silence. ‘I really was … I met a group of little angels.’
And when he wrote only two chapters, he was brave enough to stand up and defend him, speak for him, and clarify his doubts.
He came forward and moved each other in such a way that he couldn’t help moving his heart. And also —
Su Tan’s eyes fell on the old computer screen, the strange name.
“Smoke Scar.”
He took a deep breath, opened the author’s management background neatly, and added two more chapters in the deposit box at once. In the author’s message, he thanked all the little angels for their love and maintenance and Smoke Father’s appreciation. He agreed to continue to update two chapters as usual this evening.
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After a while, the text was a cheering sound of joy and encouragement.
Su Tan was satisfied, just as the robot daddy shouted from downstairs, he turned off the computer and picked up his schoolbag to go downstairs.
“Dad”
He quickly walked to the bottom of the stairs, and Su Tan hugged the robot Su Ning quickly and enthusiastically, making it unbearable for a moment. Before the anger on his face had subsided, a hot, hot air rose from the face of his quietly metal and plastic composition.
“Ah, you—” Su Ning swallowed all the complaints at the mouth for a moment, and unconsciously replaced it with a soft snorting sound.
“How good is it to get up five minutes early? I don’t have to be so busy.”
Su Tan chuckled without retorting, put down his schoolbag, and sat down at the dining table.
The robot Su Ning still held a rolling pin in his hand and remembered the short cakes spreading in his pot. He suddenly screamed, and hurriedly turned and ran to the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, when his eyes turned and swept across the table, three pots of stew and freshly baked buns were three times more than usual, only one pot was left. The other two pots were already cleaned up.
Su Ning, “…”
He looked up in shock at the two people sitting at the table, and saw Hayden, with a coy look on his face, pushing the remaining pot of barbecue in front of Su Tan.
Su Ning took a deep breath, rushed into the kitchen, determined to bake at least ten times more shortbread, so that this big stomach king could eat.
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This morning, when the robot Su Ning sent Su Tan to go out to school, it stood at the door of the house and quietly said to Su Tan, “I see that you cousin is really like a native of Guiliya.”
Su Tan couldn’t help but smile. Comparing Hayden’s tall and long body, it was a far cry from the sturdy physique of Guiliya who were fat.
He asked with a smile, “Where is it like?”
Su Ning glanced up at the fine weather outside, and sighed in a tangled sigh, “The meal is too much, our family will not be able to support it …”