"What kind of goddess is this! I want to marry Melody Monroe so bad!"
"Whoever marries Melody Monroe must have saved the Milky Way!"
"Goddess, I love you!"
A flood of confessions and virtual support sticks filled the screen.
These days, Melody Monroe's fanbase had surpassed twenty million, cementing her status as a top-trending young actress.
After a busy hour, Melody Monroe had prepared pan-fried small fish, fish soup, braised fish belly, five-spice fish bones, and a side of stir-fried wild greens.
This was more than enough fish for six people.
At first, everyone had assumed that food cooked in a place like this would be all for show and completely inedible—just an act for the program.
But as they watched their screens, their mouths watering, while the six of them devoured the fish, leaving nothing but a pile of bones, all they could do was gulp.
The goddess had revealed another skill: she could cook! And cook deliciously, at that.
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