Chapter 107

You should know.

The Luofu Luofu Xianzhou has a massive population, and the three main races are all long-lived, with a daily habit of obsessing over fine food.

Because of this, Luofu Luofu Xianzhou cuisine enjoys a prestigious reputation throughout the entire galaxy.

As for Bai Bai Xuan’s culinary skills, they have often broken through their limits amidst repeated praise.

It’s just that.

Aside from breaking the upper limit, he also occasionally breaks the lower limit.

For example.

The last time Bai Bai Xuan intended to create a delicacy called "Matcha Beef Intestine," he successfully earned a three-month ban from the kitchen from the entire crew.

Even longer ago, there was a time with Herring Mixed Rice, which also earned Bai Bai Xuan such a distinction.

That day could be called the "Astral Express" crew's day of suffering.

Not only were the dining car and kitchen engulfed in a foul stench, but the smell of swill and pit latrines invaded everyone's clothes, drifting down the corridor to infiltrate the guest cabins and the observation car.

Even Seeing Dan Heng couldn't help but want to take a shot at Bai Bai Xuan.

Of course, such a mutually destructive outcome is something no one wants to see.

And so.

Bai Bai Xuan stopped exploring the possibilities of human recipes.

Instead, he delved into every dish, making them palatable and delicious under limited conditions.

March 7th once asked why Bai Bai Xuan’s cooking was so good, and if he had learned it specifically for a girlfriend.

Bai Bai Xuan also honestly gave his answer of being single.

From that moment on, this pink cabbage set her sights on Bai Bai Xuan.

Himeko once asked him what he wanted to eat most and what his favorite food was.

"What I want to eat most and what I like most... the former is sliced two-way foil, and the latter is Mom’s cooking."

At this very moment, it was time for Bai Bai Xuan to cook again.

Although the meal wasn't ready yet, just by pushing open the door to the dining car.

A fragrant aroma assailed them!

"It smells so good!"

With just a light sniff, March 7th felt as if her mouth were overflowing with the savory scent of meat juices and the sweetness of roasted fruit.

"Stelle" was the same.

The fragrance rushed toward her, capturing and enveloping the girl's entire body and soul.

She twitched her nose slightly; the mere stimulation of her sense of smell brought her body and soul to a peak, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Clatter, clatter—"

Listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen, "Stelle" placed her hands on March 7th's shoulders and asked curiously:

"Is his cooking always this good?"

March 7th nodded:

"Of course!"

"As long as Xiao Bai isn't making 'dark cuisine,' his food is the best in the world!"

"Dark cuisine?"

"Stelle" pondered the term and asked curiously.

After March 7th’s explanation, accompanied by exaggerated descriptions and brilliant analogies.

"Stelle" immediately regretted wanting to understand this topic in depth.

A thick stench far surpassing a latrine, combined with green corpse cold...

Just thinking about it was enough to make one explode.

Let alone taking a look at it.

Having suffered severe internal injuries, "Stelle" had intended to stay here and let the aroma of the food heal her wounds.

But, alas.

March 7th dragged her back to the observation car.

"I’m taking you to learn how to get fresh juice on the 'Astral Express'; this is quite important knowledge."

"Juice... just thinking about it makes me crave it, and once I crave it, I really want to drink it, and once I drink it... I can't stop..."

While speaking, "Stelle" also saw the juice machine March 7th had mentioned.

It looked like an ordinary water dispenser.

The main body was white, with red and blue faucets, topped with a transparent blue water jug.

Strangely, there was no fruit around it, and the jug was completely empty.

Could it be that a mysterious person added juice to the jug every day?

No matter how "Stelle" looked at it, she couldn't imagine how this thing was related to juice.

"I don't see any juice..."

Under her puzzled gaze, March 7th cleared her throat:

"Watch closely, you have to do it like this."

After saying that, March 7th first gathered her emotions.

Then, she began to sing to the water dispenser:

"Goodbye, Mom? Tonight I set sail?"

"Don't worry about me, I have the oars of happiness and wisdom?~"

"..."

Singing?

Can singing produce juice?

"Stelle's" golden eyes flickered constantly, her large eyes filled with large question marks.

"Click—"

Right before her curious gaze, a paper cup appeared out of thin air, landing under the faucet and above the drip tray.

"Whoosh—"

Then, the faucet opened automatically, and orange juice gushed out.

"There, just like that... Let me taste what flavor it is this time."

Impatient.

March 7th picked up the paper cup and drank it down with a "gulp, gulp." Instantly, her lips and tongue were enveloped by the taste of mango, and she finished the entire cup in one breath, leaving not a drop of liquid in the cup.

Afterward.

March 7th put the paper cup back in its place, waited a moment, and the cup vanished in an instant.

And this cup of juice clearly didn't satisfy March 7th's appetite.

Unknowingly, she sang two more songs and drank a cup of kiwi juice and a cup of apple juice.

Then, "Stelle" followed suit, sang a segment of "Moon Boat," and drank a cup of pear juice.

Only then did March 7th explain the origin of the "juice machine":

"Actually, it was a gift from Xiao Bai."

"Although I don't know the principle, as long as someone sings to it, it will produce juice out of thin air. Isn't it magical?"

"Himeko has a coffee machine, and Mr. Yang and Seeing Dan Heng have them too, but they seem to be tools; anyway, they aren't beverage machines."

When March 7th and "Stelle's" enthusiasm waned slightly, a youthful and lively female voice came from the side.

"Can I try it too?"

"Station Master Asta?"

Hearing the familiar voice, March 7th realized that she and "Stelle" weren't the only ones in the observation car.

Following the source of the voice, her gaze passed through a cluster of greenery and saw Asta and Himeko sitting on the sofa in the distance.

"Hi~ March, you sing quite well too."

Asta’s little feet pattered as she walked with small steps, observing the interior of the "Astral Express" with curiosity while taking the initiative to chat with March 7th to close the distance between them.

"Hehe, this girl is multi-talented."

March 7th puffed out her chest, though unfortunately, it didn't create a crushing weight advantage.

She only then realized that, ignoring Himeko in the room, the remaining three people in the carriage were all in the same weight class.