Crossing the Collapsed Iron and Rebuilding Yalilo

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange ceiling.

Xia Zhihui, who had just woken up, turned his head blankly and looked around.

Walter, who was sitting on a stool, put down the book in his hand and said with concern:

"Wake up? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Oh, I've already boarded the Starry Sky Train.

Xia Zhihui reacted and quickly propped up his upper body, but he still felt a slight pain in his head, so he rubbed it with his hand.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You took a sip of Ji Zi's coffee."

Coffee?

Oh, yes! Coffee!

The key words finally triggered Xia Zhihui's memory, making him shudder. That cup of coffee was so scary that it could be used as a chemical agent!

Seeing that he was still recalling, Walter advised

"Don't drink Jizi's coffee casually in the future. If it's instant coffee in a bag, it's okay, but the last time I drank her hand-ground coffee, it hurt my esophagus. I drank rice porridge for several days."

Xia Zhihui nodded obediently, indicating that he would not do it again. At worst, he would grab Sanyueqi's juice to drink.

Sanyueqi lay in the pink and tender quilt, unaware that Xia Zhihui was���Bad idea of her juice.

Didi!

Walter picked up the book, walked to the door of the room, and said

"This is your room. I carried you here on my back."

"Your phone is ringing. If you want to be teleported back to Yalilo No. 6, remember to come back before tomorrow morning. The meeting at the next destination requires all the nameless guests to witness it together."

Xia Zhihui picked up the phone and checked the message.

It was sent by Xier.

[Sambo appeared in Rivet Town, talked to a TV screen for a while, then talked to the air, and finally disappeared.]

[Do you think it was because the upper and lower levels had reconnected that he lost his identity as a smuggler and could only deceive people, which made him so angry that he went crazy.]

Hmm?

What is that? Is this something outside the plot?

Xia Zhihui was puzzled. In his previous life, he only participated in the third test of Collapse Iron, and he didn't know the plot after passing Cocolia.

At this moment, he could only reply to Xier.

[I got some unexpected welcome on the train and now I need to rest]

[The matter of Sambo is very simple. You go and tell Jeppard. Jeppard and Sambo are just like the Tom and Jerry that I told the children before. Although Tom can never catch Jerry, Jerry also has a hard time every day. ]

After pressing the send button, Xier did not reply to the message.

Xia Zhihui thought about it and covered himself with the quilt. His head was still a little dizzy.

Apart from Swarovski, Xier was already one of the most aggressive people on Yalilo VI. There was no need to worry about her safety.

When he woke up the next morning, he finally felt fully recovered. He found Pam, went to the kitchen of the train and opened the refrigerator.

"Wow, Pam, this is so rich!"

"Of course, our Star Train has reached a material supply agreement with the Black Tower Space Station."

"How long do they usually get up?"

"Around nine o'clock, Danheng got up earlier."

"Is there anything I should avoid for breakfast?"

"Not too spicy, not bitter gourd."

Xia Zhihui took out his phone and looked at the time. It was only six o'clock, so he made some hand-rolled noodles.

Seeing Xia Zhihui start to tinker with the cooking, Pam stood on tiptoe and looked at the stove.

"What are you cooking? Pam wants it too."

"Can you eat hand-rolled noodles?"

"You can eat it, Pam will help you.

Xia Zhihui was silent, and looked at Pam who was almost level with the stove.

Pam was looking at him with hope.

Xia Zhihui's heart softened, and he said

"Would you like to move a chair over here first?"

""Okay."

Pam left with a thump. When he came back dragging the chair, Xia Zhihui had already kneaded the dough and was letting it rest for the first time.

Pam stood on the chair and could already see the big dough in the bowl.

"What is this doing?"

"Wait for fifteen minutes to let the noodles rest for a better texture."

"Yeah."

Pam waited obediently, and soon her head drooped and she fell asleep standing by the stove.

Xia Zhihui kneaded the dough three times and then Pam raised her head, her snot bubble bursting.

"Hmm? What to do now?

Xia Zhihui took the long rolling pin and pressed it on the dough.

"Now roll out the dough, flatten it, and then cut it into dough."

Divide the dough in half and roll it into a one-millimeter-thick dough.

Then fold it in half and fold it again until it is convenient to cut into one or two centimeters wide hand-rolled noodles.

Under Pam's watchful eyes, two large portions of noodles were made.

Xing was wearing a short-sleeved shorts, with messy hair, and yawned as she entered the kitchen.

"Hey? Anything delicious?"

"Yeah, hand-rolled noodles."

"I'll go tell March not to stay in bed."

She turned and walked to the door, then remembered the purpose of the kitchen, went back to the refrigerator, got a bottle of milk, and left.

Pam nodded seriously.

"Well, children need to drink more milk so that they can grow taller."

Xia Zhihui did not get involved in this topic, but turned the noodles

"Are they up yet? Can I put them in the pot?"

"I'll go check it out!"

Pam climbed down from the chair and returned to the kitchen door in a moment.

"Okay, Pa."

""Okay."

Heat oil in a pan, make a plate of fried eggs first, then add water and boil, put in the noodles, add green leafy vegetables after a while, a little salt, and finally add the fried meat sauce in the system backpack to each bowl, cover the noodles, cover the green leafy vegetables, and add a little noodle soup.

With Pam's eyes almost dizzy, several bowls of hand-rolled noodles came out of the pot smoothly.

Xia Zhihui put three portions of hand-rolled noodles on the tray, and Pam quickly pulled his trouser legs

"Pam, Pam, or there's nothing to do."

""Okay."

Xia Zhihui handed the plate to Pam, picked up the remaining four portions of hand-rolled noodles, and the two of them went to the carriage together.

On the round table, Xing was playing games with his head down, Danheng closed his eyes to keep fit, Walter was holding a book, and Sanyueqi was lying on the table with his head down, his life or death unknown.

Jizi was playing the phonograph, and soon, elegant music slowly sounded.

This beautiful music, this classical decoration, Xia Zhihui wanted to wear a suit and tie, raise a red wine glass, and sing another song of the princess.

But looking at the hand-rolled noodles in his hand, he returned to his original intention.

"Sanyue, don't sleep, it's time for dinner."

Sanyueqi smelled the fragrance, and sat up in shock from his dying illness. He took the bowl and walked away, burying his head in the smell.

"Um——"

"It smells so good! Xia Zhihui, have your cooking skills improved again?"

"No, it's just that the food on the train is good.

Xia Zhihui put down the plate and distributed tableware to several people. He was still the only one using chopsticks.

Pam's chubby little hands held the fork and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

""Hmm, it's delicious."

Xinghe Sanyueqi buried his head in the noodles without saying anything. Danheng ate silently, neither hurried nor slow, but he finished the fastest.

Jizi's movements were elegant and she ate the slowest.

After finishing, Walter was still not satisfied and commented:

"This taste is somewhat similar to the Shenzhou food from my mother's hometown"

"Indeed, no matter how big the universe is, our preferences for food are the same."