Chapter 193

You should know.

The Xianzhou has a massive population, and the three major races are all long-lived, and they love to study gourmet food in their daily lives.

As a result, Xianzhou cuisine has become famous throughout the galaxy.

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

However.

Besides breaking the upper limit, he also occasionally breaks the lower limit.

For example.

Last time, Bai Xuan intended to make a delicacy called "Matcha Beef Intestines," which successfully earned him 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 Xuan such an honor.

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

Not only were the dining car and kitchen swept by the foul stench, but the smell of slop and dry toilets also invaded everyone's clothes, following the corridors to invade the passenger cabins and the observation car.

Even Seeing Dan Heng couldn't help but want to put a bullet in Bai Xuan.

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

Therefore.

Bai Xuan no longer explores the possibilities of human recipes.

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

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

Bai Xuan also very honestly gave the answer that he is single.

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

Himeko once asked him what he most wanted to eat and what he liked to eat most.

"What I most want to eat and what I like to eat most... the former is White-Cut Dual-Vector Foil, and the latter is Mom's cooking."

At this very moment, it was time for 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!

"So fragrant!"

Just by taking a light sniff, March 7th's mouth seemed to be overflowing with the aroma of meat juices and the sweetness of roasted fruit.

"Stelle" was the same.

The fragrance rushed towards her, capturing and enveloping the girl's entire body and mind.

She twitched her nose slightly; just a little stimulation of her sense of smell was enough to bring her body and soul to a peak simultaneously, 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,' the food he makes is the best in the world!"

"Dark cuisine?"

"Stelle" pondered the term and asked curiously.

After some explanation from March 7th, accompanied by exaggerated descriptions and brilliant analogies.

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

A rich aura far surpassing a toilet, paired with green corpse cold...

Just thinking about it was enough to explode.

Let alone taking a look at it.

Having suffered severe internal injuries, "Stelle" had intended to stay here and use the fragrance of the food to heal her trauma.

But, alas.

March 7th dragged her back to the observation car.

"I'll take 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 mentioned.

It looked like an unremarkable water dispenser.

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

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

Could there be a mysterious person adding juice to the bucket every day?

No matter how "Stelle" looked at it, she couldn't imagine how this thing could be 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 brewed some emotion.

Then, she began to sing to the water dispenser:

"Goodbye, Mom? Tonight I'm setting sail?"

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

"..."

Singing?

Can singing conjure up juice?

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

"Click—"

Just under her curious gaze, a paper cup appeared out of thin air, landing under the faucet and above the sink.

"Whoosh—"

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

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

Impatient.

March 7th picked up the paper cup and drank it "gulp gulp," her lips and tongue instantly enveloped by the taste of mango, drinking the whole cup of juice in one breath, with not even a drop of liquid remaining in the paper cup.

Afterwards.

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

And this cup of juice obviously couldn't satisfy March 7th's appetite.

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

Afterwards, "Stelle" followed suit, sang a section of "Moon Boat," and got a cup of pear juice.

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

"Actually, it's a gift Xiao Bai gave me."

"Although I don't know the principle, as long as someone sings to it, it will conjure up juice out of thin air. Magical, right?"

"For Himeko, it's a coffee machine; Uncle Yang and Seeing Dan Heng have them too, but they seem to be some kind of tools, definitely not 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 two in the observation car.

Following the source of the voice, her gaze passed through a cluster of green plants and saw Asta and Himeko sitting on the sofa furthest away.

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

Asta's little feet pattered, taking small steps, observing the interior of the "Astral Express" with a hint of curiosity while taking the initiative to talk to March 7th to close the distance between them.

"Hehe, this girl is multi-talented."

March 7th puffed out her chest, though unfortunately, she couldn't achieve a tonnage crush.

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