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This will likely leave a silly, stereotypical impression on Kiana and Elena, the two newcomers!
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Volume 1: Chapter 789 Qi Bao's Waist, the Killing Knife
Eight days after leaving Pinocchio.
"Elena, Elena~ The strawberry mini pie you brought is so delicious, do you have any more?"
The little foodie and gourmand, March 7th, with her hands behind her back and wearing a pair of delicate princess crystal sandals, approached the gray-haired witch, her pink and blue eyes filled with anticipation.
"That one?"
Elena looked up from her phone screen, a hint of regret in her eyes.
"Sorry, it's all gone."
"I just casually put that in my inventory before I was summoned. It was made by my mom using her treasured secret recipe~"
However...
Elena gave a soft hum, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.
"I know the recipe by heart. If you like it in March, I can teach you how to make it. I just don't know if we can gather all the ingredients on the train."
"Okay, okay~"
March 7th, beaming with joy, clapped and cheered, then grabbed Elena's arm and strode towards the restaurant kitchen.
"Let's make a lot together and share it with everyone. Don't worry about the ingredients. If we don't have any, we can ask Ah Qiong and Ah Xing. They can definitely find something from anywhere."
"Can you...cook?"
Elena, who was being dragged along, steadied herself and looked at the energetic pink-haired girl with a hint of suspicion.
Having stayed for so many days, she had never seen March 7th cook.
I think I can!
March 7th raised its cute little head and said with considerable confidence.
Elena: "..."
The two of them busied themselves in the kitchen.
A series of crackling sounds came from the kitchen.
The Little Black Towers have ample experience in dealing with kitchen killers. Although March 7th's destructive power is beyond that of ordinary people, compared to the Black Towers, it is like a grain of rice compared to the brilliance of the moon.
Ultimately, with the help of those little kitchen helpers—from precise weighing to timely fire extinguishing and rescuing dough that was about to become mushy—they provided almost personal, nanny-like assistance.
The two chefs finally managed to recreate the sweet dessert from another world—Strawberry Tinty Pie—using some similar substitute ingredients.
"Hmph~ I really am a genius!"
With a face covered in flour and cream, March 7th stood with his hands on his hips.
Looking triumphantly at the neatly arranged pink pastries on the bar, emitting an enticing sweet aroma, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
"Come on, let's quickly record our amazing collaborative achievements!"
March 7th grabbed his ever-present camera and snapped away at the pastries, then beckoned Elena to squeeze into the frame.
"Irena, come here quickly!"
"Okay."
Irene mimicked March 7th's cute peace sign, her face beaming with an infectious smile.
"eggplant!"
A soft click.
A photo capturing the tempting pastries on the bar and the two slightly disheveled but beaming chefs was thus taken.
"Hehe~ That's great, hmm, this photo can also be hung on the photo wall."
Looking at the adorable photos of himself and Elena, March 7th nodded in satisfaction and placed the small pie on the tray.
"Come on, let's go, let everyone appreciate our skills."
"Speaking of photo walls, how many photos do you actually have on your room's photo wall?"
While helping to plate the pies, Elena asked curiously.
As a newcomer, one of the train's famous attractions is the March 7th photo wall.
It can be described as a museum of train history.
The walls are covered with photos of past pioneering efforts, making it one of the best ways for newlyweds to learn about their pioneering journey.
"Uh……"
March 7th tilted her head and thought for a moment, her pink eyelashes fluttering.
"I haven't counted them carefully, but it's probably... tens of thousands? Or maybe hundreds of thousands?"
She stuck out her tongue.
"Anyway, there are so many! I've recorded so many precious moments!"
"How much storage space would that require?"
Elena gasped.
"That's not just a technological product, it also has the power of destiny."
The two carried trays full of snacks as they walked along the carriage.
As we passed through the observation car, we saw a blue-haired, barefoot loli sitting gracefully in front of her easel.
Against the backdrop of the deep universe, the painting quietly depicts two adorable models, Seele in black and white separated by the Tiger Talisman.
"Little Gretchen, and the two Seeles, let's rest for a bit before continuing~"
On March 7th, she handed over several delicate pink pies with a smile.
"Try our and Elena's cooking, fresh out of the oven!"
"Thank you, Sister March."
Greta's ethereal and soft voice increased March 7's mood by another percentage point.
"Mmm...delicious."
Bai Xier savored it in small bites, giving it ample emotional feedback.
"good."
It's unrealistic to expect Hei hope to directly praise someone; "not bad" is already considered a high compliment by her.
Arriving at the guest room carriage, carrying a tray in both hands, March 7 gently kicked open the door to the Starry Sky room with her calf.
The size of each guest room on the train varies, but they are all roughly the same, usually between 130 and 170 square meters.
The room in the starry sky is somewhat special.
From the very beginning, Xing designed an inner door in her room that led to Qiong's room.
She later discovered that her bed had become basically just for show.
Even if they don't play three-player games with Qiongzai and Dayaya, the two of them will still sleep together at night.
So Xing completely demolished the wall between the two rooms, opening up the entire space.
In the end, they created a large single-level apartment with an area of nearly 400 square meters.
The train, which uses space folding technology, has an interior height of 8 or 9 meters. The Starry Sky simply removed the original ceiling and created a duplex structure with a mezzanine.
Pushing open the door, you are greeted by a luxurious e-sports center on the first floor.
The extra-long circular gaming table has five giant monitors connected side by side, making it easy to play in a five-player team. When used by a single person, it can be combined to create a stunning surround screen.
On the screen, dazzling geometric shapes change with intense and dynamic music, somewhat resembling a dance of ice and fire, which is the currently popular motion-sensing rhythm game "Star Rhythm Leap".
In the center of the sofa was Qibao, dressed in a lime soda outfit.
Pink leg rings accentuated the alluring curves of her fair and beautiful legs. Barefoot on the warm wooden floor, she nimbly jumped and swayed her waist to the rhythm.
She has excellent body coordination, and her movements are fluid and powerful as she controls two glowing rhythm game rings that surround her.
The score on the screen increases with each movement.
Xing, Qiong, Hai Tu, and Xiao Ya Ya, dressed in casual, loose-fitting clothes, sat on the surrounding sofas, with Hai Tu drinking juice through a straw.
All four of them kept a close eye on Qi Bao's movements.
Although Qiong looked at Qi Bao with a very serious and focused gaze, San Yueqi didn't feel much jealousy. If you ask why...
She knew that what Qiong was thinking right now was that Kiana should make a mistake or fail quickly.
This is what the character "穹" in competitive games looks like.
"Clang clang~"
On March 7th, the tray was placed on the low table next to him with a crisp sound.
"Our chef, along with special guest Elena, brings you freshly baked, specially made strawberry mini pie, available in limited quantities."
"How many points did Kiana get?"
She looked up at the screen.
The next instant, seeing a score more than three times her own, March 7th's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
Wow~ It's so tall!
"Yes, Kiana is very strong."
The little rabbit looked very serious.
"I admit, I underestimated her."
I have to stand up and play with this person!
"I think I should switch to another game; this game is targeting me."
The little duckling gave a (???) look and glanced at the heavy forelimb armor on its chest.
This rhythm game combines factors such as neural reaction ability, agility, flexibility, and hand-foot-body coordination. Her usually proud front armor has become a complete hindrance.
The renowned Metal Gear Solid: Warband ranked fourth, only higher than March 7 and Star.
I second that!
Xing immediately raised her hand.
"I think we urgently need to switch to a fairer game, like racing simulators!"
She didn't want to continue like this; if Ah Qi surpassed her in the score, her reputation would plummet.
Xing picked up a small pink pie and put it in her mouth, watching March 7th sit down and happily eat it.
"Who was it that said they wanted to control their sugar intake yesterday?"
"Oh dear!"
March 7th waved her hand nonchalantly, her rosy cheeks puffed out.
"It's not like it's a meal! How can a small cake be considered a sugar bomb? It's just... a little something extra in life!"
As she argued, she watched as Qi Bao on the screen deftly traversed the center of the game ring with an incredibly difficult backbend and spin.
The curves of her slender waist were fully revealed by her movements.
"That's an exaggeration."
Even though she's a girl, and a beautiful one at that, March 7th couldn't help but marvel at Kiana's waistline proportions.
"Kiana's waist...it's so thin and flexible! How does she do that?"
"Then you'll have to have two ribs removed."