In the 118th year of the Star Dome Calendar, the portholes of the Honey Mist Gear suddenly clouded over with a greasy film. Chen Feng scraped at it with a wrench, and the oil film gathered on the deck, solidifying into the shape of honey-glazed pork. "Su Yuhan, why does this final oil cellar of the Pure-Essence Council smell just like the grease on my old kitchen stove back home?"
"Captain! Detecting hyper-intense turbulence between savory and plant-based energies!" Su Yuhan’s voice was lost in the crackling sounds of a hot wok. "The animal fats and vegetable oils in the cellar are colliding, forming... a honey-scented tornado of oil smoke!"
Liu Ruyan pressed her face against the observation screen, only to be sent into a coughing fit by the oily mist. "Good heavens! The cellar walls are covered in gear-shaped grime, and it’s bubbling like braised pork belly!"
Chapter 226