American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

The logistics department of the space city acted quickly.

Old Gao patted his chest and guaranteed that "the life security for the Polaris expert and the Soft Ice Cream comrade must be of the highest standard."

So the next morning, Amy was arranged to start a trial operation at the entrance of the Aerospace City residential compound.

It's supposed to be a trial operation, but it's really just a brand new electric beverage truck.

The car body was painted white and blue, with several large characters affixed to the side:

[Special Cold Chain Nutrition Supply Point for Aerospace City]

There is another line of smaller text below:

[Internal security, available upon presentation of meal card]

Amy stood in front of the car, completely bewildered.

"This...this is for me?"

"certainly."

Stephen Chow nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, the wheels are sturdy enough, and the canopy is thick too. But where's the invoice?"

Xiao Wang, who was in charge of logistics, was stunned for a moment.

"What invoice?"

Stephen Chow's expression changed.

"Comrade, this is a key national project; the financial system must be rigorous. How can we record transactions without invoices? How can we audit it without records?"

"Without an audit, how can we prove that this car wasn't stolen from the capitalist black market?"

Xiao Wang was stunned by what he said.

"I...I'll make it up to you later."

"That's more like it."

Stephen Chow said with satisfaction, "Remember, always leave a record of everything, be honest and upright, and make sure your expense reports are complete."

Polaris, standing beside him, couldn't help but whisper, "That's not what you said when you took the money from the Black Shark safe."

Stephen Chow remained expressionless.

"That's called confiscating illegal gains; it's a different matter."

The soft-serve ice cream didn't participate in their bickering.

She simply got into the car and checked silently.

The car also contained disposable paper cups, small wooden spoons, a thermal box, a sun umbrella, and a small blackboard for writing menus.

The ice cream she made when she was working a part-time job was called "weird stuff".

Once, a woman with her child saw ice cream appear out of thin air in her hand. She screamed, grabbed her child, and threw a cup of cola in her face.

The boss fired her the next day.

The reason given was that it would affect business.

And now.

The ice cream truck has a sign that says "Special Offer".

There is also "guarantee".

Even Xiao Wang from the logistics department just now seriously asked her what specifications of work clothes she needed.

"Can I really sell ice cream here?"

Stephen Chow corrected her: "It's not selling, this is logistical support."

As he spoke, he picked up the small blackboard and began writing on it.

Today's supply:

【1. Mung bean and mint formula for preventing heatstroke and cooling down】

【2. Strawberry Milk Psychological Comfort Type】

[3. Low-sugar, high-protein research-sustaining type]

4. Refreshing Mint Ice Cream

【5. Happy Vanilla Flavor for Kids】

After he finished writing, he added another line below.

Please do not waste food; wasting food will result in a deduction of moral points from your meal card.

Polaris looked at the fourth item: "Refreshing and invigorating? Are you sure nothing bad will happen?"

The soft-serve ice cream vendor quickly waved his hand: "No, it won't. I can control the taste and feel; it's just to cool you down and give you a boost, it's not medicine."

"It's alright." Zhou Xingxing chuckled. "These old comrades in the space city are more professional than vampires at staying up all night. As long as they don't die on the spot after eating, it's all good for logistics."

Xiao Wang was wiping his sweat beside him.

"Comrade Zhou, this... we still need to pay attention to food safety."

Stephen Chow became serious.

"Of course we're taking precautions. We've already conducted a preliminary risk assessment of Amy's product with Bureau 749. It's safe, hygienic, additive-free, and made to order. It's much healthier than those industrial ice creams with twenty-six letters of additives on their labels."

Amy added quietly, "I can also make low-sugar versions."

Stephen Chow clapped his hands.

"See this? It's perfect for seniors, people on the verge of diabetes, and researchers working late into the night. This is a life-sustaining station for mental laborers in the aerospace city!"

Xiao Wang was persuaded.

At least he seemed convinced.

10:00 AM.

People come and go at the entrance of the family compound.

There were engineers in blue overalls, family members holding children's hands, an old man riding a bicycle to the cafeteria, and a few young researchers hurrying by with folders in their hands.

They would glance at the beverage truck subconsciously as they passed by.

Then he hurriedly left.

Amy stood in the carriage, her fingers gripping the hem of her apron.

She still had a smile on her face, but her eyes slowly dimmed.

Stephen Chow sat on a small stool next to him, holding a manual for using the cafeteria meal card in the space city, studying it very carefully.

"Don't rush."

He said it without looking up.

"Why isn't anyone coming?" Amy asked softly. "Do they think... there's something wrong with me?"

"It's not that you're abnormal, it's just that this is how all Chinese people react when they see a new stall for the first time."

Amy was taken aback.

Why?

"Afraid of the price."

Stephen Chow earnestly said, "When people see something new, their first reaction isn't whether it tastes good or not, but whether it's a rip-off. Their second reaction is whether they can pay with their meal card."

The North Star remained silent for a moment.

"Very realistic."

"Reality is the only reliable thing." Stephen Chow stood up, dusted off his pants, and said, "You wait, I'll give you a demonstration."

He cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Free cold drinks available inside the space city! Free samples with your meal card! Priority given to experienced professionals! Priority given to those who have worked overtime for more than three days! Priority given to those with significant hair loss!"

The people passing by immediately turned their heads.

A young engineer carrying blueprints almost tripped over the threshold.

Xiao Wang was so scared he almost lost his mind.

"Comrade Zhou! You can't call him that!"

Why?

"This has a bad influence!"

Stephen Chow frowned: "This is about precisely targeting our customers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled white shirt staggered over.

His hair was greasy and shiny, his eyes were so dark they looked like he'd been punched twice, he had a work badge hanging around his neck, and a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He exuded a resentment that said, "I haven't slept for three days, but I still have to revise the plan."

He stood in front of the cart, his eyes glazed over.

"You just said... priority will be given to those who work overtime for more than three days?"

Stephen Chow immediately became enthusiastic.

"Comrade, have you not slept for days?"

The middle-aged man raised three fingers.

"Three days and three nights."

"Meets the criteria!" Zhou Xingxing turned his head. "Xiao Ruan, give this research soldier a refreshing mint ice cream, a small sample."

Amy nodded nervously.

She stretched out her hands, and cold air gathered in her palms.

In less than two seconds, a paper cup was filled with light green ice cream, with a slight chill rising from the surface and a refreshing minty aroma.

The middle-aged man's half-dead eyes didn't even notice that the ice cream had materialized out of thin air.

He sniffed: "This smell... is quite refreshing."

He took the small wooden spoon, scooped out a mouthful, and put it in his mouth.

The soft-serve ice cream got nervous.

The middle-aged man didn't speak. He raised his head, and his eyes, which had been cloudy and tired as if they were about to shut down and restart, gradually brightened.

The accumulated confusion, headache, heat, and irritability were washed away completely.

"What is this?"

Amy whispered, "Mint ice cream to refresh and invigorate me."

"Is there anything else?"

"have."

"Give me a large portion."

Stephen Chow stopped him directly: "Large portions are not possible; it's a limited quantity for the first time. You haven't slept for three days; suddenly raising the bar too much can easily create illusions about the company's rules, like believing you can work three more days of overtime."

The man got anxious.

"I really need to use it! Our team is still adjusting the combustion chamber data, and our brains are completely fried!"

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up.

"How many people?"

"Twelve."

Is it a key national project?

"Nonsense! We just got yelled at by Chief Engineer Gao yesterday!"

Do you have a meal card?

"have!"

"Okay." Zhou Xingxing turned and waved to Amy: "Logistics support mission activated. Twelve servings of low-sugar, refreshing mint-flavored, labeled 'scientific research life-saving version.'"

Amy paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

She gently clasped her hands together.

Cups of light green ice cream appeared out of thin air and landed neatly on the cart's counter.

The speed of their movements is like that of a small production line.

The middle-aged man stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Holy crap? Special abilities? That's awesome!"

Stephen Chow pulled out a registration form from next to the cart.

"Name, organization, quantity received, usage scenario, feedback after consumption. Please note that this cannot be resold or frozen at home and passed off as New Year's goods."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly as he signed the document.

He grabbed twelve cups of ice cream and turned to run wildly toward the laboratory building.

Five minutes later.

The news caused a sensation.

First, three young researchers rushed over.

"I heard they have ice cream here that can make your brain stop hurting after just one bite?"

Immediately afterwards, an elderly expert with gray hair arrived, supporting his back.

"I don't eat sweets, do you have any low-sugar options?"

Later, two family members with children also joined in.

"Can children eat this?"

Does it have strawberry flavor?

"Are there any that don't use ice teeth?"

Amy went from being flustered at first to gradually becoming more skilled.

"some."

"Low sugar is fine."

"Kids' version with less ice".

"Strawberry milk for psychological comfort...this is suitable for children."

Various kinds of ice cream kept forming in her palm.

Light green mint, pink strawberries, creamy white vanilla, and pale yellow mango.

A long line quickly formed in front of the ice cream truck.

Amy, who was initially worried that no one would come, started to worry about not having enough cups after just over ten minutes.

Xiao Wang was standing nearby, using a walkie-talkie to call out to the logistics department.

"Deliver paper cups too! Yes! All of them! And small spoons as well! This isn't an ordinary vendor stall; it's a designated support point! Chief Engineer Gao approved it!"

Stephen Chow stood beside the line to maintain order.

"Line up! Researchers and their families are equal! Don't cut in line just because you're the deputy chief engineer! No matter how big your rocket is, it can't block the line of ordinary people!"

An elderly expert blushed and withdrew his foot.

"I'll just take a look."

"Even if you want to see it, you have to queue up!"

Amy busily made ice cream, listening to the praises of "thank you," "delicious," and "one more," and looking at the endless queue, her eyes gradually welled up with tears.

She quickly wiped away her tears, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

It turns out that being needed by others is such a blissful thing.