He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 163 Milia Enjoys a Korean State Banquet

The corn cob bowed politely: "Please follow me!"

It led Milia to table number eight.

In the middle is an empty oven, with a pipe for absorbing oil fumes on top.

Milia sat and examined the stove.

Why would Earthlings eat something like this?

Is this some kind of tableware?

"What is that pipe up there for?"

Her gaze followed the pipe upwards, and she discovered that it connected to the plumbing lines on the ceiling.

"Oh, I understand!"

"After the food is prepared in the kitchen, it will be transferred to the tableware through this pipe."

"I didn't expect that Earthlings have such a good level of automation."

After being monitored, Shark Baby exclaimed in amazement: "It turns out that Earthlings' technology is not so backward."

Li Ji complained, "You guys are overthinking it. It's just that backward. Milia guessed completely wrong, okay!"

"Never mind, even though the process was completely wrong, at least the result was correct. This is indeed a product of Earth."

In the surveillance footage, Corncob pointed to a pattern on the table: "Please scan the code to order."

Milia looked at the pattern.

What kind of code is this?

The design depicts a circle of 12 horse heads, each with a different expression, blooming like a flower.

In the middle stands a white horse with long, flowing hair, connecting everyone together.

Li Ji looked at this masterpiece with great pride.

This painting is a masterpiece of postmodern abstract art, imbued with his heart and soul.

If I hadn't time-traveled, I would definitely be the Picasso of the new era.

It is truly a tragedy that the Earth has lost a great painter!

Those stinking aliens from the Interstellar Alliance have no aesthetic appreciation for top-tier paintings of this caliber.

Milia stared at the painting with a stiff expression, then mechanically reached out and swept it.

Her fingers brushed across the horse's head, and that wild power resonated in her heart.

The free voice of the wilderness blurted out: "What the hell is this?!"

She raised her bewildered eyes, her sapphire-like pupils seemingly veiled in a layer of gray.

"Does this count as ordering food?"

The corn cob remained silent, just grinning foolishly at her.

Milia bent down and added a mark to "Thirteen Horse Heads".

"Such bizarre paintings could not have been created by the human brain alone. If I am not mistaken, this is an outstanding work of art unique to Li Ji."

Li Ji gritted his teeth as he watched the surveillance footage: "Damn slime girl, you actually saw through me. I didn't expect you to be an art enthusiast too."

Shark Baby complained: "This is obviously something no human could have come up with, okay? Why do you look so indignant?"

A corncob is handed over a paper menu.

Milia breathed a sigh of relief, returning to the familiar Earth mode she knew.

That's how I ordered food last time in India.

Unexpectedly, the corncob then offered a pencil.

"What is this?"

The corn remained silent, only chuckling foolishly.

The pen, such a primitive invention, has long been obsolete in the Interstellar Alliance.

In an era where brainwave input is widespread, handwriting is already too primitive.

It's not just aliens; the scenarios in which Earthlings use pens are rapidly decreasing.

Li Ji estimates that in a few hundred years, Earthlings will no longer recognize pencils.

However, this question is not beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Textbooks dedicate a brief page to describing Earthlings' writing style.

Although it's not on the exam, attentive students will definitely remember it.

So Li Ji dug a pit here.

Players will find that when they write with a pen, the ink written with a pencil is blue.

This was his carefully orchestrated reversal and deception.

When the player saw the pencil, he was overjoyed and shouted, "I've seen this in my textbook!"

Players may become so overwhelmed with joy that they overlook another crucial point: different pens work on different principles!

Milia stared at the pencil in her hand, completely baffled.

"What is this? Is it a complimentary sample?" "I remember Rahula saying that some restaurants on Earth give away complimentary samples."

She stuffed the pencil into her mouth and chewed it vigorously.

Milia's expression suddenly changed, and all her facial features twisted together.

Spit the pencil shavings onto your hand.

"It's so bitter and disgusting. This must not be from Earth."

[Successfully marked +10 points]

Lee Ki stared blankly at the records that popped up in the backstage area.

"How could this have been a lucky accident?"

"My carefully laid trap!"

"They just brute-forced it like that!"

"Another step error, but the result is all correct?"

"You're the woman of destiny?"

"It's okay, the bigger trap is in the menu."

Milia carefully examined the menu that Li Ji had meticulously designed.

There are no pictures, only text.

Although she was connected to the Korean corpus, the vocabulary combinations were too unfamiliar, causing Milia's brain to short-circuit.

"Dark Destruction Hell King Muscles with Deep-Sea Weird Plant God Fragments?"

Milia frowned.

"Five-star super spicy dragon tail?"

Milia pouted angrily.

"The Echo of the Bull Warrior?"

Milia covered her face in anguish: "What are all these things?"

"This shouldn't be a product of Earth, right?"

"wrong."

Milia recalled her experience in India, carefully recalling the contents of that menu.

"Yellow curry beef, green curry mixed vegetables, Boya, this meal is for you..."

"These dishes are also named using unconventional terms."

Lee Ki complained: What's unconventional about it? They're all perfectly normal, okay? Do you think yellow curry and Dark Destruction Hell King Muscles are on the same level?
Milia, oblivious to Li Ji's complaints, continued her analysis.

"After all, many things on Earth are unique products, and it's normal that there aren't corresponding translations for these things."

"The Dark Destruction Hell King should be some kind of domestic meat animal."

Li Ji: Not at all like a homely conversation, not at all like a homely conversation.

She looked further down and discovered a peculiar dish name.

South Korean State Banquet

Her eyes lit up: "It looks really powerful."

"A state banquet is definitely a top-tier experience; ordering just this should be enough."

She looked up and asked the corncob, "What's served at the state banquet?"

"You'll know after you eat it."

"How mysterious! Then let's have a state banquet!"

"OK, just a second."

The corn cob took the menu and left.

Milia kept a close eye on the exhaust pipes on the oven, waiting for the state banquet to emerge from them.

As Lee Ki watched the monitor, he couldn't help but laugh, imagining what was about to happen.

Soon, a serving of corn on the cob and a nine-compartment kimchi dish were brought out.

In order, they are: white pickled cabbage, small radish pickled cabbage, white radish pickled cabbage, radish slice pickled cabbage, white radish pickled cabbage, tender radish leaf pickled cabbage, small cucumber pickled cabbage, scallion pickled cabbage, and chive pickled cabbage.

Milia looked at the large patch of kimchi and her eyes lit up with excitement: "Green and red, it looks so appetizing. The appetizers alone are so plentiful!"

"Your Korean state banquet is now complete."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Milia's expression froze; she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Yumi didn't answer, and left without looking back, carrying her tray.

Milia looked down at the stack of kimchi and silently marked it.

"This couldn't possibly be from a state banquet, absolutely not!"

(End of this chapter)