Inside the Xuanwu base, the air was filled with an unprecedented fragrance, along with the sounds of frying and laughter, the entire apocalyptic base actually had the smell of fireworks from the human world.

"Remember, don't put too much salt! Just sprinkle a little bit! Don't sprinkle it like you guys are sprinkling sand!"

The master chef on the screen is giving guidance in the live broadcast room.

His eyebrows were raised high and his expression was serious as if he was directing an operation.

On the other side of the screen, the residents of the apocalypse are in a state of panic.

A bald psychic waved a spoon and shouted:

"How much salt is a 'little bit'? Is this spoon of mine too much?"

His opponent was a pot of bubbling braised pork. The meat in the pot was rolling and greasy, and it looked very fragrant.

As a result, his hand shook and a whole spoonful of salt poured into the pot. The pot began to foam with a "gurgling" sound and the meat instantly became hard.

The people around burst into laughter, and another psychic said in a teasing tone:

"This is not braised pork, it's salt-baked bricks, right?"

The bald man was not convinced and pointed at the live broadcast screen and shouted:

"Master! Is it the pot? Is there something wrong with my pot?" The chef in the live studio was almost amused by him:

"The pot is fine, you just used too much force! Braised pork requires slow cooking over a low flame! Are you using your combat power to cook the meat?"

The bald man touched his head and laughed:

"Then...then I'll start over again!"

On the other side, a group of apocalyptic residents are trying to fry spring rolls.

They had successfully wrapped the spring rolls according to the recipe, but the real problem lay in frying them.

"The pan must be hot enough to start smoking before you put the spring rolls in!"

Modern housewives give instructions word by word through live broadcast.

"Got it. Smoke, smoke..."

A young resident of the base stared at the oil in the pot, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Oops, there's smoke!"

He grabbed a dozen spring rolls and splashed the oil on his hands into the pot.

"Boom!" The oil pan exploded and a flame shot straight to the ceiling.

"Oh my god! What is this? An enemy attack?!"

Someone rushed in from outside the kitchen and took a few steps back in shock at the scene.

"Don't panic!"

The young man comforted everyone with a serious look on his face.

"That's normal when deep frying! It sure looks scary, but it must taste amazing!"

After a few seconds, he picked up a piece of burnt, smoking "spring roll" with chopsticks, and everyone around him covered their noses.

Someone simply laughed out loud: "Your spring rolls are fried in volcanic magma, right?"

Some people even patted him on the shoulder and mocked him:

"Brother, with your skills, there will be no need for exotic beasts in the end times. Chunjuan can conquer the world."

In the end, everyone unanimously decided that this pot of "volcano spring rolls" should be fed directly to the omnivorous monsters in the base to taste. The real "food miracle" appeared in the live broadcast room of Northeast Master.

This old man from Northeast China, who has been retired for many years but is still full of energy, is affectionately called the "Master of Steamed Buns" by future generations.

He is good at steaming steamed buns and making dumplings, and a rolling pin seems to have a soul in his hands.

"For this steamed bun, kneading the dough is the key, you know? Knead it soft and it will be chewy when steamed!"

In the live broadcast room, the old man rolled up his sleeves and kneaded the dough while explaining.

In the kitchen of the Doomsday Xuanwu Base, everyone began to knead the dough according to his steps.

Here comes the problem—the strength they use is far beyond that of ordinary people.

“Pah!”

A psychic slapped the table hard, and the dough embedded itself into the table.

“Pah!”

The other person lost control of his hands and the dough flew out of his hands and hit the wall with a bang, like a cake stuck to the wall that couldn't be pulled off no matter how hard he tried.

The old man in the live broadcast room held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back:

"Are you steaming steamed buns or smelting steel? Can you be a little gentle? You've turned this steamed bun into a human-shaped weapon!"

As a result, the residents of the apocalypse finally steamed the first pot of steamed buns, and when they opened the lid of the pot, everyone almost shed tears.

The hot steamed buns were emitting a fragrant aroma and were infinitely better than the dry, hard biscuits they usually ate.

Several children were circling around the steamed buns, some even crying and shouting:

"I want to eat! I want to eat!"

A young man couldn't wait to take a bite, and tears immediately flowed out:

"This... this is a miracle of mankind! I never thought that dough could be turned into something so delicious!"

The steamed buns were quickly eaten up, and even the crumbs on the bottom of the pot were snatched up. At the same time, another group of people were learning how to make cream cakes.

"Don't beat the cream for too long or it will separate. Apply the cake base gently, don't be violent."

The pastry chef on the screen gave patient instructions.

As a result, the residents of Xuanwu Base clearly had no idea what "gently wiping" meant.

A strong man picked up a big spoon and slapped a large amount of cream directly on the cake base, smearing it all over the table.

Someone on the side joked:

"Are you baking a cake or painting the walls?"

But in the end, they succeeded in making a cute ugly cream cake. The crooked decorations and the messy cream made people laugh.

"Come on, come on, today is Xiao Ming's birthday, this cake is for you!"

A chef handed the cake to a little boy, laughing.

The little boy's eyes widened: "Give... give it to me? But, I have never eaten cake before!"

When the people around heard this, they felt sad.

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Xiao Ming has never had a proper birthday since he was born, let alone a cake.

"Try it and taste the cream."

The chef rubbed his head.

Xiao Ming carefully licked the cream on the cake, and the next second, his whole face instantly broke into a smile:

"So sweet! So delicious!"

For a moment, everyone around laughed, as if this crooked cake had become the most precious gift in the entire Xuanwu base.

These laughter and delicacies not only allowed the people of Xuanwu Base to regain happiness, but also made the connection between the modern world and the end of the world closer.

Modern people watched these clumsy yet happy future descendants in the live broadcast and left comments and ridicule:

[Hahaha, the way these future people cook is so funny! They will need another 100 or 80 years to learn this technique from us!]

[Stop talking, I'm hungry after seeing this, I'm going to steam a pot of steamed buns too! ]

[I didn't expect the future to be so hard, nor did I expect they could laugh so happily. ]

【Seeing that they are doing well, I feel relieved! 】

[These are our descendants. We would rather suffer a little ourselves than let our children eat well! ]

【Seeing them eating so happily, my appetite also improved! 】

And the people of the last days, through these interactions across time and space, felt the true breath of civilization for the first time.

They no longer just live in a cold way, but learn to enjoy every bit of life.

Many families sat together, learning to cook and enjoying hot meals together. It seemed that the haze of the end of the world was also dispelled a little by the fireworks.

They never thought that there would be such a beautiful day!

This is all thanks to the Savior and the City Lord!

Song Lufeng's eyes fell on every laughing person.

Looking at Gu Man in the video, he sent a message:

"You guys look so beautiful when you cook."

Gu Man looked at the message with a slight smile on his face.

"You guys are good too."