Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

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

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

"Are you awake? Are you feeling sick anywhere else?"

Oh, I've boarded the Stardome Train.

Xia Zhihui reacted and quickly propped up his upper body, but felt that his head still hurt slightly, so he stretched out his hand to rub it.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You took a sip of Himeko's coffee."

coffee?

Oh yes! coffee!

The keyword finally triggered Xia Zhihui's memory, making him shiver. That cup of coffee was so terrifying that it could be used as a chemical!

Seeing that he was still remembering, Walter persuaded.

"Don't drink Jizi's coffee casually from now on. It would be fine if it comes in a bag of instant coffee, 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 and said no, the worst he could do was grab the juice from March 7th.

March 7 was lying on the pink and tender quilt, unaware that Xia Zhihui was having a bad idea about her juice.

Drip!

Walter picked up the book, walked to the door of the room, and gave instructions.

"This is your room. I carried you here."

"Your phone is ringing. If you want to teleport back to Yalibo Six, remember to come back before tomorrow morning. The meeting at the next destination needs to be witnessed by all the nameless guests."

Xia Zhihui picked up his phone and checked the messages.

It was sent by Xi'er.

[Sambo appears in Rivet Town, talks to a television screen for a while, then talks to thin air, and then disappears. ]

[Do you think it was because of the re-communication between the upper and lower levels that he lost his identity as a smuggler and could only deceive others and became so angry that he went crazy? ]

Ok?

what? Is this something outside of the plot?

Xia Zhihui was puzzled. In his previous life, he had only participated in the three tests of Iron Breaker, and he did not know the plot after passing Cocolia.

At this moment, I can only reply to Xi'er.

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

[The thing about Sambo is very simple. Go tell Geppard. Geppard and Sambo are just like the Tom and Jerry I used to tell the children. Although Tom can never catch Jerry, Jerry I was also exhausted every day. ]

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

Xia Zhihui thought for a while and covered himself with a quilt. His head was still a little dizzy.

Apart from Swaro, Xi'er is already one of the most aggressive people on Yalilo 6. There is no need to worry about her life.

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

"Wow, Pam, this is so rich!"

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

"How long do they usually get up?"

"About nine o'clock, Dan Heng got up earlier."

"Is there anything you shouldn't eat at breakfast?"

"Not too spicy, not bitter melon pad."

Xia Zhihui took out his phone and looked at the time. It was just past six o'clock, so he should be rolling out the noodles on the hour.

Watching Xia Zhihui start to tinker with things, Pam stood on tiptoes and looked at the stove.

"Whatever delicious food you are making, Pam wants it too."

"Hand-made noodles, can you eat them?"

"If you can eat Pam, you can do it, and Pam will help you."

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

And Pam was looking at him hopefully.

Xia Zhihui felt soft and said.

"Why don't you bring a chair over first?"

"it is good."

Pam left with a bang, and when she came back dragging the chair, Xia Zhihui had already kneaded the dough and was waking it up for the first time.

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

"What is this doing?"

"Wake up the noodles. The noodles are more chewy and taste better. Just wait for fifteen minutes."

"Ah."

Pam waited obediently, and soon fell asleep standing by the stove with her head bowed.

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

"Huh? What do you do now?"

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

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

Divide the dough into two halves and roll into a 1mm thick dough.

Next, fold it in half again until it is easy to cut into hand-rolled noodles one or two centimeters wide.

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

Star was wearing short-sleeved shorts, her hair was messy, and she yawned as she entered the kitchen.

"Huh? Is there anything delicious?"

"Yeah, hand-made dough."

"I'm going to tell March and tell her not to stay in bed."

She turned around and walked to the door. Remembering the purpose of the kitchen, she went back to the refrigerator, took a bottle of milk, and then left.

Pam nodded seriously.

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

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

"Are they up? Can I get off the pot?"

"I'll go check it out!"

Pam climbed down from her chair and was soon back at the kitchen door.

"That's ok Pa."

"it is good."

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

Under Pam's eyesight, several bowls of hand-made noodles were successfully cooked.

Xia Zhihui put three portions of hand-rolled dough into the tray, and Pam quickly pulled his trouser legs.

"Pam will carry it, Pam will carry it, otherwise nothing will happen."

"Row."

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

On the round table, Xing was playing games with his head lowered, Dan Heng closed his eyes to take care of himself, Walter was holding a book in his hand, and March 7 had his head lying on the table, life and death unknown.

Jizi was playing the gramophone, and after a while, the elegant music slowly came to mind.

This beautiful music and this classical decoration made Xia Zhihui want to wear a suit and tie, raise a glass of red wine, and play another song called "Princess".

But looking at the dough he was holding, he regained his original intention.

"March, don't sleep, it's time to eat."

When March 7 smelled the fragrance, he sat up in shock as he was dying of illness. He took a bowl and left, immersed in sniffing it.

"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 dinner plate and distributed the cutlery to several people, but he was still the only one using chopsticks.

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

"Hmm, it tastes delicious."

Xinghe Yuyueqiu buried his face and said nothing.

Dan Heng ate silently, neither hurriedly nor slowly, but he finished it the fastest.

Jizi moved gracefully and ate the slowest.

After eating, Walter was still unsatisfied and commented.

"The taste is somewhat similar to the Chinese food from my mother's hometown."

"Sure enough, no matter how big the universe is, the preferences for food are all the same."