Through studying the pastries made by Bai Luan, some interesting phenomena were indeed discovered.
Although the ingredients used were not expensive, the things created underwent subtle changes.
Herta and Ruan Mei extracted this change and tried to replicate it, but all attempts ended in failure.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a complete failure, just not successful enough.
The replicated pastries did indeed change in taste, but it was more like a random change in flavor, with both good and bad outcomes, rather than actively conforming to the consumer's taste.
This subtle difference led to vastly different results.
The former was like a beginner, unable to control it, while the latter not only achieved control but could also guide it in a positive direction.
Achieving this step was quite astonishing, because Herta and Ruan Mei took a total of one month from discovering the anomaly to extracting it, and then to replicating it.
One month.
Two geniuses spent a month researching, and the final result was still imperfect.
This in itself was quite remarkable.
Although the result wasn't very satisfactory, they had no choice but to stop there.
Because Ruan Mei had to go back.
Her original plan was to come and go on the same day; staying for so long was beyond her planned schedule.
Ruan Mei now had to return to look after her things at home.
Looking back at the experience of this month, it was quite good.
Herta Space Station, in front of the platform.
The spaceship that came to pick her up had already docked at the platform.
The hatch slowly opened, and a series of floating steps appeared, leading directly into the spaceship.
Ruan Mei turned to look at the two people who came to see her off.
Herta, Bai Luan.
Herta herself coming to see someone off was a privilege only geniuses received; otherwise, only Herta Puppets would come to bid farewell.
She looked at Herta and Bai Luan, who had come to see her off, and said with a smile:
"Thank you for seeing me off; I've gained a lot from this trip."
Ruan Mei glanced at the paper crane flying beside her, then looked at Bai Luan:
"Bai Luan, I will take good care of Qing.
I hope next time, I can exchange some pastry-making tips with you."
"I will tell you everything I know, without reservation. Farewell, Miss Ruan Mei. Oh, by the way."
A box of pastries appeared in Bai Luan's hand, which he handed to Ruan Mei.
"Eat them on the way."
Ruan Mei took the box of pastries from Bai Luan, revealing a faint smile.
"Thank you."
Then, carrying the pastry box, she walked up the steps into the spaceship, one by one.
Under the gaze of Herta and Bai Luan, the spaceship ascended.
Bai Luan watched the departing spaceship, letting out a sigh of relief. He finally didn't have to think about what to cook for them today.
For this past month, he felt like he had become their exclusive chef, cooking for them every day.
Three meals a day, for an entire month, with no repeats.
Bai Luan had truly pulled out all the stops.
Now it was finally over.
After this month of effort, not only did he not touch any of the footage he originally planned to edit, but he also accumulated a huge pile of new material.
Voiceovers, subtitles, editing…
Another massive workload…
Bai Luan sighed wistfully.
On the bright side, he could update daily for a very long time.
After this, who dares call me the King of Pigeons! I'll set the update time late at night! You'll all be starving!
Heh heh heh…
Just as Bai Luan was imagining his account's followers trapped in the predicament of not being able to watch in the morning and not being able to escape at night, and was smirking, Herta beside him spoke.
"That paper crane, make one for me too."
"Why?"
"I'll keep it as a pet."
"Won't you just throw it away after a few days?"
"What? Do you want me, a genius, to negotiate terms with you like Ruan Mei?"
"…I'll give it to you later."
"Good, you're sensible. I'm leaving now; you know where to find me."
Herta dropped that line and left with swift efficiency.
She was clearly in a hurry to get to the laboratory.
It seemed she was still struggling with the System's power.
Thinking of this, Bai Luan smiled helplessly.
The Herta in the Little Black Room was struggling with the System, and the Herta in reality was also struggling with the System.
Indeed, Herta is Herta.
Bai Luan still found a laboratory, folded a paper crane, and then added some decorations according to Herta's preferences.
Soon, another small life was born in Bai Luan's hands.
Handing this paper crane to Herta, Bai Luan wasn't too worried.
After all, Herta wasn't very interested in bioengineering, so there was no need to worry about it being dissected.
If she lost interest in this paper crane, she would only leave it at Herta Space Station.
This wasn't a bad outcome; Chizuru lived happily in the Space Station every day.
Bai Luan, carrying a paper crane, arrived at the laboratory where Herta was located.
Herta was enthusiastically staring at a large number of microscopic models suspended in front of her, the models constantly changing, almost too fast to see clearly.
Herta, however, could keep up with the speed, tapping her fingers on the control panel, issuing commands, and continuously modifying parameters.
Bai Luan did not disturb her much; he sent the paper crane into the laboratory and then quietly left.
Only when the paper crane appeared in Herta's line of sight did Herta realize that Bai Luan had already been there.
Herta opened one hand upwards and hooked the other hand towards the paper crane.
The paper crane understood and landed on Herta's hand.
"Not bad at all, it's just how I like it. His one is called Chizuru, so you'll be called Paper."
…
After delivering the small pet, Bai Luan finally had time to deal with his mountain of accumulated footage.
This was not an easy task; as he worked, several hours passed.
Bai Luan stretched, looking at the few finished products above, and then at the huge amount of raw footage beside him.
A long road ahead.
He uploaded these finished products to the backend and set them for scheduled release.
The time, well, was set for 1:30 AM.
Watching a cooking video at this time would infinitely amplify hunger.
The video would completely destroy one's reason, temporarily abandoning the thought of losing weight, leaving only one thing in mind:
Hunger!!!
Eat!!!
Eat to live, get fat, whatever.
Regret comes only after eating.
As for the title, given the time, let's call it 'Late Night Diner'.
What should I write in the description…
Got it.
Likes show aesthetics,
Collections show taste,
Shares show humanity.
Hmm.
I'm sure my fans, seeing this description, wouldn't share this video with their friends who are still awake in the middle of the night.
Hehe.
Since I've logged in after a long time, I might as well check my other two accounts.
The music account was still the same, with a lot of demands for updates and 'resurrection spells'.
The game developer account was the quietest, because after achieving financial freedom, Bai Luan rarely made games anymore.
After all, the revenue from his previous games was enough for Bai Luan to live on for a lifetime.
Everyone in this industry knew Bai Luan as an old master, and also knew that this old master preferred to 'play dead' and not do much.
Compared to the other two accounts, 'Life' and 'Music', the cost for game players to find the game creator was higher.
So naturally, the game account was the quietest, the 'Life' account was the liveliest, and the 'Music' account was in the middle.
But today, when Bai Luan opened his game account, he found something was amiss.
The friend list on this account consisted of friends added nine hundred years ago, and there were no sentient machines, so theoretically, no one should be online.
Now it actually showed a friend online?
Was the friend list haunted?
With curiosity, Bai Luan opened the friend list and looked at the only online friend.
Her ID was…
Silver Wolf?
No, look again.
Hmm, it's Silver Wolf, alright.
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