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

Chapter 165 An Abstract Food Extravaganza
Lee Ki didn't expect Milia to eat pork sashimi directly.

For interstellar people, all the food they come into contact with is finished product.

There are no wet markets or home kitchens, so people either buy ready-made meals or eat at restaurants.

The food in the restaurant is all produced by automatic food processors using pre-packaged meals.

It is estimated that all interstellar people have only ever seen raw ingredients when they accidentally open a ready-made meal kit.

Therefore, in everyone's subconscious, any food served on the table is assumed to be edible.

Most people won't unlock the cooking skill.

It's common for people to make fools of themselves when they encounter unfamiliar foods.

Li Ji had heard from his mother that the first time she ate a banana, she ate it with the peel on and found it very bitter and unpalatable, so much so that she didn't eat bananas for many years afterward.

His father had a similar embarrassing experience. The first time he ate a crab, he bit it off shell and all. The people at the table laughed at him, but he didn't realize it and kept saying that the thing was too hard to bite.

Lee Ki had also seen on TV how female celebrities were ridiculed for eating caviar for the first time because they didn't know they should put it in their hands.

It's perfectly normal not to understand if it's the first time you've seen it.

Li Ji turned his eyes and glanced at Shark Baby.

But if someone like Sharkbao doesn't remember seeing something no matter how many times they've seen it, that's not normal.

Milia stared at the baking pan in front of her with a heavy heart.

"I didn't expect to have to experience cooking. Are you sure this isn't the most difficult part?"

She pinched the bull warrior's echo with her hand, then immediately let go.

"No, Earthlings' hands can't withstand the temperature of charcoal fire. If they touch the wire mesh, they'll definitely get burned. They must have invented some kind of tool to help with cooking."

"This tool should be provided on the dining table."

She found a small iron bucket on the dining table, which contained many strange and unusual tools.

She first picked out the ones she knew.

A pair of silver chopsticks, a spoon, a knife and fork, a pair of disposable gloves, a pair of scissors, and a pair of gorilla arms.

“I recognize all these things; they are all from Earth.”

"I don't recognize the other two."

The last two tools were on the table.

A pair of stainless steel barbecue tongs.

A small silver ball.

Milia squeezed the tongs, the metal making a soft clanging sound.

"This one works quite well, how about the other one?"

She squeezed the ball again.

The ball suddenly bounced off my hand and landed on the table with two "ding-ding" sounds.

It conjured four thick arms in mid-air, ending in small ball-shaped hands and feet, as if painted with watercolors.

A smiling face appeared on the ball.

The little ball suddenly spoke, its voice sweet and childlike.

"Hello! I'm your barbecue assistant, Meatball. Do you need me to do all the grilling for you while you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor?"

Milia cupped her face in her hands and exclaimed excitedly, "You're so cute!"

The chubby girl put her hands on her hips, looking sullen.

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"I'm not cute, I'm a professional barbecue assistant. If you want to compliment me, please say that the meat I grill is delicious."

"Okay, baby, the meat you grilled is delicious."

"I haven't even baked it yet. Sure enough, women are all hypocritical creatures."

"Meatball, I have a question. You're obviously not from Earth. If I mark you, will you still help me grill meat?"

The chubby little hand shook: "First of all, I'm going to refute your point of view with a fact. I am a product of Earth, just like everything else in this restaurant."

"Okay, then I'm even more certain that you're not."

"Secondly, if you mark me, I will hate you, and I will not serve someone I hate!"

"Then I won't tag you anymore, I want to try your grilled meat."

Milia looked up at the non-existent camera: "Li Ji, you deduct points."

"You really don't want to have barbecue?"

"Let the professionals handle the professional tasks." "You sound just like Dailulu."

Li Ji regretted it a little; next time, he should have added a feature to help the meat grill while watching ads.

And you watch it for 60 seconds, then bake it for 60 seconds.

After watching five times, the ad time doubles, while the barbecue time remains the same.

Rou Rou ran over to the dishes with her legs high.

"Let's start with the Echoes of the Roast Beef Warrior!"

Meatball grabbed the edge of "Echo of the Bull Warrior," jumped high, and slammed the entire mask onto the grill, leaving no gap.

The charcoal fire sizzled as it heated the mask.

“Listen, this is a beautiful echo of the Maillard reaction.”

Milia closed her eyes and listened.

Suddenly the mask began to speak: "The Bull Warrior will not take off his mask!"

Milia frowned: "Meatball, is that you speaking?"

"No, this is the echo of the Bull Warrior."

I don't think any food can talk, right?

"Shh! Smell this, it's the delicious taste of protein and fat being roasted."

Milia sniffed, and a pungent smell of burning plastic filled her nostrils.

She suddenly opened her eyes and covered her nose: "I now think this thing should belong to Earth."

"Okay, it's time to eat!"

Rou Rou grabbed the edge of the mask and flung it into Milia's durian bowl like a tossing pancake.

Milia looked at the half-empty durian, inside which was a charred mask that looked like a black man's face.

A strong, foul odor permeated the air.

She marked it silently.

I was so dizzy from the smell that my eyes couldn't focus and I marked the durian bowl.

"Damn it. The label is wrong. This spiky bowl is definitely fine."

"no solution anymore."

She refocused on the echo of the Black Bull Warrior.

[Successfully marked +10 points]

[Successfully marked +10 points]

Looking at the points record in the backstage, Li Ji couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly lucky Milia was.

Why does she always manage to get things right by accident?

Rou Rou jumped to the edge of the durian bowl, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the mask inside: "Why aren't you eating it? Is it because I didn't bake it well?"

"How could that be? You baked the best, but this is a bit hot, I'd like to eat it later."

Milia pinched her nose and said with a fake smile.

"Could you bake me some Diablo-themed stuff first?"

"That's called Dark Destruction Hell King Muscle with Deep Sea Weird Plant God Fragments. I really can't do anything with you, so I'll reluctantly roast it for you."

The meat fluttered up and down on the table, constantly helping to grill the pork belly.

Milia muttered to herself, "Li Ji, when will this game end? I'm a little scared."

"You'll be cleared once you finish your food and pay the bill."

During the conversation, Rou Rou stood on the grill and swung the pork belly back and forth between the two sides.

Each time the pork belly hit the grill, it sent sparks flying.

"I don't dare to eat it. How about letting the class monitor come and play?"

"I've already messaged her, she can't escape now, hell difficulty awaits her. She'll be here soon, hurry up and finish your food, then we'll be done."

Rou Rou tossed over a piece of medium-rare pork belly.

The meat was still slightly red.

"Dear guest, please eat!"

(End of this chapter)