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"Wow...this is so delicious! This is the first time I've ever eaten food like this!"

Seele's eyes lit up, and she said while chewing.

"Is this the interstellar cuisine that Qiong was talking about?!"

"Doesn't Belloberg have rice?"

Having never even eaten fried rice before, and being someone who would die if he didn't eat for three days, Stephen Chow was quite shocked.

"No, our staple food is mostly bread made from flour. This is the first time we've ever seen this kind of food."

Bronya shook her head and explained.

"Once the star core is defeated and the planet's climate recovers, I will teach you how to grow them."

"Really? Thank you, Xing!"

Bronya was moved once again when she heard that Stephen Chow was going to teach her how to grow such delicious food.

"That sounds great, I'm already looking forward to it."

Hearing Stephen Chow say that, Xi'er's face lit up with a smile.

Gululu...

Just then, Stephen Chow's stomach growled.

He had just finished cooking the rice and hadn't even eaten a bite himself before feeding it to Bronya and Seele.

"Um, did we steal your lunch?"

Upon hearing the sound, Seele scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly.

Bronya looked embarrassed, acknowledging that it was all because she had been greedy.

"It's okay, I can just make another one. I can make a big pot in just a few minutes."

Stephen Chow said nonchalantly.

"Really! Then eat up! I'll make a whole pot after you're done! I want everyone to try this delicious food."

Upon hearing this, Xi'er immediately urged.

"Okay, okay..."

Seeing Xi'er's anxious look, Zhou Xingxing smiled helplessly.

He had just scooped up a spoonful of fried rice when the thought that this was the same spoon that had been used to feed Bronya and Seele made him a little distracted.

Putting those thoughts aside, Stephen Chow quickly finished his fried rice.

Next, I'm going to try making the legendary "Cosmic Fried Rice".

Don't ask why it's made; the recipe comes with the Huanyu Jiapin Lifestyle Gift Pack.

"Do you need us to help out?"

Bronya felt embarrassed to just eat, so she looked at the pile of ingredients that Zhou Xingxing had taken out and asked.

"Hey, Bronya, can you cook?"

Seele was somewhat surprised, after all, in her opinion, a young lady from the upper class should have someone prepare her meals every day.

"I know a little bit. Actually, my mother taught me how to bake bread when I was little..."

Bronya smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as she spoke.

"However, that's just bread. I know nothing about Xing's cooking, but I can help with the ingredients."

"Wow, I didn't expect you to know this. I'm quite impressed."

Seele looked at Bronya with a half-smile, while Bronya rolled her eyes at Seele.

He could easily understand what Seele meant.

"Alright, let's get started. There are so many people in town now, we need to prepare a lot of food."

Stephen Chow interrupted the two, saying that he had to show off his skills today and conquering their stomachs would be no problem at all.

So Bronya took charge of chopping vegetables, while Seele helped start the fire and cook. The three of them worked together very efficiently.

By evening, the aroma from the shed had filled the entire square.

"Wow, it smells so good... I didn't expect Xing to actually know how to cook, and it smells pretty good too."

On March 7th, following the smell, he arrived outside the shed. Several times he tried to lift the curtain to go in and take a look, but Zhou Xingxing strictly forbade him.

“Kitchen is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter.”

"Tch... They won't even let me see it..."

So, March 7th, who had originally intended to have an affair, had no choice but to spend the time with the Mole Gang kids.

Meanwhile, Qiong was already having a blast with Huke Clara and her group.

The banquet finally began as night fell.

"Everyone, please help bring out the dishes."

Seele drew back the curtain, and a strong fragrance wafted out. March 7th, Qiong, and the others who were waiting outside couldn't wait any longer.

"I'll take it! I'll take it!"

Qiong rushed into the kitchen in one stride.

"Don't you dare steal any food!"

Seeing Qiong licking her lips, Stephen Chow immediately said something.

Seele couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

Bronya, looking a little embarrassed, pushed the trash can under the table further in.

It looks like the three of them had already sneaked a lot of food.

"What kind of dishes are these?"

March 7th also walked in, followed by the excited Mole Party members.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork belly, chicken wings with soda, stir-fried beef, boiled sliced ​​pork...

A string of dish names came out of Stephen Chow's mouth, leaving everyone bewildered, as they were all completely unfamiliar delicacies.

"Alright, alright! Hurry up and serve the dishes! Stop talking!"

Qiong urged him on, picked up a bowl of boiled pork slices and hurriedly walked out.

"Yay! Time to serve the dishes!"

The group picked up the dishes and set them out on the tables outside, where the children had already gathered.

Finally, there was a huge pot of fried rice that one person couldn't carry alone, so they had to find several homeless people to help carry it out.

"I'd like to sit at the children's table."

Qiong looked at the table led by Hook not far away and murmured.

"You've really gotten addicted to playing with them, huh?" March 7th said, looking at Qiong with a speechless expression.

"No, children eat less, I can eat more."

"..."

However, in the end, Qiong was still unable to sit at the children's table. After all, everyone in the train crew was now a hero in the lower district, so naturally they were received by the person with the highest status in the lower district.

"Gentlemen, this toast is to you. Although it was Di Huo who proposed to host the banquet, I didn't expect to trouble you so much. I'm really sorry."

Natasha stood up, picked up a glass of juice, and toasted the train crew.

Compared to the food made by Stephen Chow, the food made by the chefs in the lower districts is somewhat lacking.

"You're welcome. It's been a long time since I've cooked a meal to my heart's content. I just wanted to eat it too."

"Everyone, eat up, it tastes best while it's hot."

Stephen Chow raised his glass in return, then urged everyone on, since he wasn't exactly an expert on drinking culture.

Everyone eagerly picked up food, enjoying it with the Cosmic Fried Rice, marveling at Stephen Chow's culinary skills.

"I've almost finished eating, Nata, it's about time to get ready for the performance."

Seele didn't eat much; she only took a few bites before feeling full, mainly because she had sneaked a lot of food in the kitchen earlier.

"Okay, then Seele, you can start."

Natasha nodded and smiled at Seele.

"Huh? Seele, are you going to perform?"

Bronya looked surprised. Although she knew there would be a performance, she never expected Seele to perform on stage.

"Humph, I didn't expect that."

Seele chuckled smugly.

"Wow, Seele seems so carefree on the surface, I'm quite curious about what kind of performance she has."

March 7th clapped his hands, looking expectant.

Natasha smiled slightly as she watched Seele walk onto the stage.

"Hehe, Seele is our Earthfire's 'butterfly,' so it's not easy to see Seele's performance. You should all look forward to it."

Chapter 48 The End

Purple butterflies fluttered on the stage, their wings dancing under the lights, captivating the hearts of the audience.

Pah, pah, pah, pah—

As Seele's butterfly dance came to an end, a wave of applause erupted from the audience.

"I never knew Seele could dance so well. So that's what butterflies mean..."

Zhou Xingxing was quite surprised. He originally thought that Xier was just a head-mounted transmitter, but he didn't expect her to have this trick up her sleeve. This could be considered a hidden gain.

"Phew, it's been a long time since I danced, it's quite tiring."

As soon as Seele stepped off the stage, she plopped down on a stool, propping her hands up on the backrest, completely losing the elegant and noble demeanor she had on stage.