Lord Orange's tail became a blur over the hyperspace navigator. As their ship pierced the Rosette Nebula, Lin Feng dropped his fermented herring can in shock—outside the viewport, twelve stars were skewered like galactic kebabs, sizzling over dark-matter charcoal, their sparks triggering micro-supernovae.
"Welcome to Sagittarius BBQ Academy~" A holographic octopus professor materialized, tentacles clutching a cumin sprayer. *"Current elective fatality rate: 83.6%. Please sign this Carbon-Based Lifeform Accident Waiver before enrollment~"*
Lin Feng squinted at the fine print:
Required Courses:
Black Hole Temperature Control
Electives:
Supernova Stir-Fry Techniques
Rogue Black Hole Capturing
"Is this a culinary school or a suicide summer camp?!"
Orientation took place on a supernova-remnant grill. Wearing a fireproof apron woven from Lord Orange's fur, Lin Feng watched mechanical TAs compress a white dwarf into a barbecue rack. When the professor ignited the Oort Cloud with antimatter flames, the cosmos filled with Maillard-reaction fragrance.
"Lesson one!" The octopus' mech-tentacle snatched a passing comet. "Comet ice must pair with dark-matter cumin to—"BOOM. The comet exploded into quantum popcorn, blasting off three aliens' antennae.
Lord Orange leaped onto the grill, its tail splitting into six glowing skewers: "Behold true cosmic barbecue!" It spun into the solar corona—solar winds burning its fur into a meteor shower. The lamb pulled from the photosphere had solar prominence marbling, its marrow bubbling with liquid gold.
"This lamb grazed on dark-energy grass," the professor scanned it. "Best served with Trisolaran tear-dipping sauce—"
"Professor!" Lin Feng pointed at the spine. "There's a Grey Sparrow mark!" He stabbed the bronze key into the bone—the keyhole projected Lin Jianguo injecting lambs with Golden Ear, their eyes glowing red.
Practical Class: Lin Feng wore quantum oven mitts to stuff the Crab Nebula into a wormhole oven. Lord Orange supervised from atop, its tail thermometer reading 150 million Kelvin.
"Sync with the pulsar's rhythm!" The professor's tentacles danced over controls. "Neutron-star steaks need gravitational-wave grill marks!"
Alarms shrieked. From the wormhole came Su Wan's mechanical voice: "Fool! Your father's oven password is 'Universe'sGrillMaster1'!" Lin Feng input it—the oven quantum-jumped, teleporting them to Grey Sparrow's lab.
At the center floated a giant incubation pod—holding Lin Jianguo clones in era-specific chef uniforms, from caveman pelts to three-Michelin-star太空 suits.
"Welcome to Project: Chef God." Su Wan's hologram rose from the fluid. "Your father spent 30,000 years copying his culinary memories into 100,000 clones..."
Lin Feng impaled the pod with a neutron-steel skewer: "End this family drama!" The clones opened their eyes in unison: "Son! Become the ultimate cosmic chef!"100,000 culinary memories flooded Lin Feng's mind, his pupils now star maps of Grey Sparrow Recipes.
Lord Orange yanked him back with its tail: "Use the key! He planted a backdoor!"
Lin Feng awoke in a black hole kitchen, facing Lin Jianguo in chef whites. The man's quantum knife sliced Kuiper Belt objects into sashimi.
"Final cook-off." Lin Jianguo flicked stardust off his hat. "Prove who's the true—" His skin peeled, revealing Grey Sparrow's mech-skeleton. "—Cosmic Culinary King!"
The ingredient? Lord Orange's core energy—a catnip-shaped quantum mass that collapsed spacetime with every pulse.
"STOP!" Lord Orange's roar shattered dwarf planets. "Our energy is ONLY for catnip cake!" Its tail entangled Lin Jianguo's mech-arm.
Lin Feng stabbed the bronze key into the counter—its eye became Lin Yu's face: "Gege! Use my clone genes to neutralize Golden Ear!" He tossed in Lord Orange's shed fur—the only biological code that could overwrite Grey Sparrow's program.
When their culinary energies collided, the black hole kitchen imploded. Lin Jianguo's mech-shell disintegrated, revealing liquid Golden Ear: "You'll never... understand... true cuisine is..."ANTIMATER EXPLOSION.
The last mech-shard read: [Xiao Yu's Birthday Cake Recipe].
In the ruins, Lin Feng found a memory chip. The hologram showed young Lin Jianguo baking for 3-year-old Lin Yu—the oven exploded, splashing Golden Ear into the batter. The origin of all disasters.
"So Grey Sparrow weaponized Dad's obsession..." He crushed the chip, watching their fleet blink in the void. "Time to end this."
Lord Orange pointed to Sagittarius A*: "Your father's last gift—or trap—is there." Its pupils reflected a colossal grill.
En route, a "Galactic Food Police" mech-girl intercepted them, her badge shaped like a skewer: "Lin Feng! You're charged with illegal Golden Ear cooking—"
"Duck!" Lord Orange yanked her aside as quantum bullets whizzed past. Wu Li's wreckage emerged, a barbecue skewer jammed in her skull: "Surprise! This maid outfit had 72 backup consciousnesses!"
Lin Feng wielded the black hole oven as a shield—its singularity melted Wu Li's arms: "Grey Sparrow's resurrection gimmicks are worse than influencer discounts!"
The mech-girl suddenly self-destructed, bursting with supernova light: "Go! I'm your father's—"BOOM. Only a "Xiao Yu's Exclusive" quantum chef's knife remained.
At *Sagittarius A Super Grill**, Lin Feng found a life-sized replica of his childhood kitchen. A yellowed note stuck to the rusted oven: [For Xiao Feng's birthday—Dad.]
Lord Orange's tail vibrated violently: "EVACUATE! This grill is—"
The entire sector ignited, Golden Ear flames racing along galactic arms. In the inferno, Lin Jianguo's final hologram whispered: "Son... true cooking... is turning the cosmos... into our kitchen."