Eat people with a soft mouth and take people with short hands. The housekeeper who robbed Mengwan of half a chicken had an inexplicably better attitude. Later, on the road, Mengwan didn't look so bad.

I don't know how long I've been sailing in the sea of stars.

Before Mengwan was about to starve to death, she finally arrived at her destination this time, the Recuperation Star.

"Miss Wan, we have sent you to the place. There will be a dedicated person to connect with you for specific matters. ”

Before leaving, the butler left such a sentence dryly.

In the empty square, Meng gracefully wrapped her arms around her eyes, tears in her eyes.

Nima, just dressed in clothes, has not yet taken off her coat.

"Is it Miss Meng Wan?" Not far away, a rusty robot rolled over. "I'm nanny 001, please come with me."

"Walking?"

"Yes."

Depend on......

Babysitter No. 001 is definitely a chatter among robots. Don't dream of clichés, everything is shaken out in a few steps.

There are a total of eighteen recuperation stars under the Meng Clan, and this is the oldest one of the Meng Clan.

Unlike the sanatorium in Mengwan's previous life, the recuperation star only accepts children, some sick children.

"What disease?" Mengwan was a little apprehensive. She's a food blogger at best, and if you want her to cook, you can make a living if you want her to shoot and cut films, and it's okay to ask her to do the accounting and bargain.

Want her to be in charge of a recuperation star, and also treat others?

Isn't this forcing a sow to go up a tree?

"Genetic disease."

Mengwan felt that she could hear a trace of sadness and despair in the voice of the mechanical doll?

Genetic diseases? What is it?

Putting aside the incomprehensible problem of genetic diseases, Mengwan is still very satisfied with the fact that she can take care of her children.

Mengwan loves children and takes care of them. Look at her pure eyes, soft and innocent smile. She didn't get excited about the fact that she was about to rua to the little bun.

The robot leading the way in front: Why is the wind blowing in the back?

He hadn't gone far before Meng Wan saw a door. A door that was rusty, crumbling, and even covered in cobwebs.

With a gentle push...... And the door fell.

！！？？

A little old man with white hair came out of nowhere.

"Little girl! Money! The little old man stretched out his hand, and his chapped palm was covered with dirt.

"I don't have any money." Meng Wan scratched her head, looking a little shy.

"No money! Wait...... Wanwan! Isn't it Miss Wanwan! The little old man glanced at Meng Wan and suddenly pounced. hugged Meng Wan and cried heartbreakingly. "Miss Wanwan, the old slave is incompetent. Didn't guard this place for you, Miss. ”

Is the original body so dirty? Foolish second ancestor banishes meritorious veterans? A loyal old minister scattered his wealth to defend the planet?

After reading the account of the recuperation star, Mengwan really wanted to bring the original body back and beat it up. With more than two million state financial subsidies a year, Nima didn't leave her a penny. At the beginning of the year, it was sent down, and it was all Huo Huo Guang in three days.

Every year, the old man subsidizes the funds himself, and it seems that he still grows vegetables and sells them? In this way, it is impossible to maintain the daily expenses of the recuperation star, resulting in fewer and fewer children on the recuperation star.

The fewer children, the less income you earn. The less income you have, the less you can afford to spend and the fewer children you have.

The vicious circle has reached today, and the old man has earned 600 star coins from selling vegetables the day before yesterday.

What is the business, the planet is sold and run away.

"Miss Wanwan, don't do it! This is the dowry that Madame left you! "When the little old man heard that Mengwan wanted to sell the planet, he instantly burst into tears." It's all old slaves who are not good, it's that old slaves have no ability. ”

"Big ...... What's your name? ”

"Miss Wanwan, the old slave is Cheng Mu. When you were a child, you called the old slave an old man. ”

"Uncle Cheng, how about I call you Uncle Cheng in the future?"

Uncle Cheng nodded, wiped the tears on his face, and looked at Mengwan in front of him who was trying to calculate the account book with satisfaction. The young lady of his family has finally grown up, and the spirit of the lady in heaven can rest in peace!

"Uncle Cheng, how many children do we have in the recuperation star now?"

"One, and I don't pay yet."

Don't pay?

"Miss, you brought it back yourself, and you said you don't have to pay for it."

The pit of the original body cannot be written.

Under the leadership of nanny No. 001 and Uncle Cheng, Mengwan successfully took over the company, there are only three employees, only one child, no money, and only 600 star coins in the account.

Distant beyond the galaxy, the main star of the Meng family is ......

"People, sent over?" The woman's outstretched hand was slender and powerful, and the red on her nails was like blood.

"Miss Hui Shu, the person has already been sent over."

"Well, let's go down."

"Miss Shu, this is not the order of the head of the family......"

"That's not something you should ask." The woman slammed on the table, her cold tone as if she could squeeze ice water.

Meng Wan...... This time, see how you turn over.

The woman's eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

Mengwan, who didn't turn over, was leading her only child to do morning exercises.

"Three circles on the left, three circles on the right, twisting the neck, twisting the buttocks, go to bed early and get up early to do exercise."

Stretch your arms, kick your legs, and twist your fleshy little ass.

It's called recess exercise, and that's the end of the baby-sucking activity.

Today is the third day that Mengwan has taken over the recuperation star.

Convalescent Star Staff, III.

Convalescence Star Child, one.

Recuperation Star Fund, 600 Star Coins.

Compared to any of the Meng's recuperation stars, the one that Meng Wan now owned was like a ragged old man, slowly passing through its last years, waiting for the gentle call of death.

Every building on the planet is dilapidated. The greenery that crawls all over the façade reflects the gray-white mottled background. Add a bit of gloom to this warm morning.

The grass grew clumps and clumps, and the dust fell layer after layer. The creaking wooden door was full of rotten smell, and when the wind blew, white wall ash fell from nowhere.

The whole planet is like a tattered doll thrown into the garbage.

In such an environment, Mengwan herself would not let her children come over to recuperate.

If you want to have meaty buns to suck, you must first improve the environment. If you want to improve the environment, you must first improve the recuperation star. If you want to perfect the healing star, you have to make money first.

Making money is imminent.

"Uncle Cheng, I want to make money." Meng Wan clenched her small fists, and her eyes flashed with a little starlight.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very backbone.

Mengwan wants to make money, but how can she make money?

As an accountant? Interstellar's accounting work is contracted by robots.

Being a streamer? She's only going to be a food anchor, do interstellar people eat this?

You can't broadcast this face live and scold others, right?

"Miss Wanwan, this is the high-grade nutrient that the old man bought for you." Uncle Cheng took out the tight nutrients from his pocket and handed it to Mengwan tremblingly.

Mengwan looked at Uncle Cheng's outstretched hand. The large, rough hands were full of cracks, blood and dirt mixed to fill the cracks. Yellowed, thickened nails split in the middle, and rough calluses spread across every joint of the hands.

Her heart that prides itself on being as hard as a stone is densely sour. This strong girl who didn't cry even when her parents knocked her out of the door with three palms suddenly burst into tears.

"Miss Wanwan doesn't cry, it's Uncle Cheng who has no ability. So that the young lady can't eat her favorite poached pork slices. Uncle Cheng hugged Mengwan, who couldn't cry, and his thick shoulders were just like the father in Mengwan's memory.

Boiled meat fillet? What did she hear?

Interstellar? Eat? Boiled meat fillet?