"Little Yi, in the nearest cosmic region, which Level Four civilization is most famous for its cuisine?"
"I don't know, don't ask me!" Little Yi already understood Fang Jueyu's purpose. Theoretically, this method could work, but the cost...
He did want to cultivate Fang Jueyu into a cosmic-level tycoon, so he instilled some consumption ideas that match his identity. Who knew Fang Jueyu, after twenty years of being a loser, couldn't change his ways?
Although he no longer spent money cautiously, his actions were too childish. Even though he was a top civilization's super-intelligent system, he sometimes couldn't grasp Fang Jueyu's thought process, and even he hadn't thought of this method.
"Come on, stop fooling me. I know my dad's already uploaded the latest map of cosmic civilizations into your database. Just tell me!"
