The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"Look, Xing, what a cool older sister—same style as Shiluwa!" Sanyueqi excitedly whispered to Xing while pulling her closer.

"Who is Xiluwa? Please introduce her to me." Shu Weng heard San Yueqi's words.

(Shu Weng's exquisite modeling, I thought it would be included in the card pool, but there was only an event, and then there was no follow-up...)

"Oh, someone heard us," Sanyueqi said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Luckily, no one was saying anything bad.

"Don't tease them. I'll show you my skills today, without bothering you." Gallagher walked into the bar.

"I'm getting old. If I don't rebuild, I'm afraid I'll forget even the cooking skills I used to have. Where are the ingredients for making drinks?"

(The thirteen-year-old uncle has quite a lot of experience.)

"Look, it's right under the counter." Shu Weng pointed. "These guests have come from far away. Don't you want to make some special drinks?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Gallagher pulled out some raw materials and pleaded, "Friends, do me a favor—go around the bar and bring back any ingredients you like."

"In the bar?" Sanyueqi asked, puzzled. "Aren't all the ingredients usable on the counter?"

"This is a dream, my dear lady," Shu Weng reminded her. "You can swallow anything you want. Comfort, hunger, confusion, boredom... everything is available, everywhere."

"Wouldn't that mean you could taste countless kinds of fine wine?"

Li Bai's eyes gradually became blurred.

This is a wine of various emotions, but I don’t know what it tastes like?

He couldn't even imagine how many poems he could write after drinking all that fine wine!

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"She calls me Miss Lovely!" Sanyueqi was very happy.

"I went around a lot with Star and March 7 and found some interesting material."

"I found quite a bit. I wonder if this is enough." March Seven held the ingredients, curious about what kind of delicious drink he could make.

""Get out of the way, I'm looking for Mr. Shu!""

"Suddenly, a voice rang out."

"Hey, what's that noise?" Sanyueqi hurried back, pulling Xing along.

"Then I saw a woman with short blond hair standing in front of the bar."

"The two of them listened for a while. It turned out that this woman named Aimiqi wanted Shu Weng to become a big star, but Shu Weng obviously didn't want to go."

"In order to make her leave quickly, Xing had to use the clock trick again."

"The effect was outstanding. Emiki made a lot of associations and then left."

"Then they gave the ingredients to Gallagher and asked him to help mix the drinks."

"Hmm... I haven't felt this way in ages," Gallagher sighed as he mixed his drink. "I'll never forget that feeling, that time when Mikhail and I galloped through the wilderness of dreams, wrapped in the wind of memories. It was this flavor that haunted me."

"Mikhail?"

"Xing remembers that he seemed to have heard this name in many places in his dreams."

"Himeko also seemed to have heard this name somewhere before and was about to ask."

"But Gallagher blurted it out nonchalantly: "Well, it's done... With this 'Ticket to the Graveyard' I salute you, Mr. Nameless—to the dead and dying."

"These words... I always feel like he seems to be hinting at something..."

As He Zhizhang thought about it, he focused his attention on the glass of wine.

"It looks delicious... I never thought different wines could be blended to create different flavors. Brilliant!"

As one of the Eight Immortals of Wine, He Zhizhang naturally also loves wine.

Ancient China also had a method of mixing cocktails, but it was not about mixing different types of alcohol together.

Instead, it uses a kind of wine as the base and adds various expensive spices.

So he was really curious to see this way of mixing cocktails.

…………

"Not bad, Gallagher, you're still sharp as a tart," said Mr. Shu, praising the bartending technique.

"Everyone, try it and see if you like it." Gallagher placed the wine in front of the three people.

"This taste..." Sanyueqi took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. "It's much more complex than Suleda."

"Xing took a sip and said simply, "It's delicious!"

"Rich in texture, with distinct layers of flavor, a true masterpiece." Ji Zi's verdict was much more professional: "Especially the handling of the ingredients. I can taste a unique flavor: spicy, sour, yet with a hint of sweetness... Mr. Gallaher, would you be willing to explain your ingenious approach?"

But Gallagher simply shook his head. "Unfortunately, if you're expecting a profound answer, you'll be disappointed. The imagery is very simple...it's the true taste of a beautiful dream, nothing more."

"Is this true feeling related to Mikhail?" Jizi looked at him intently.

"This name..." Sanyueqi looked at Xing: "When you were knocked unconscious by that masked fool girl, you seemed to hear someone muttering this name, right?"

"That's right." Xing nodded.

"Ha, you know quite a bit," Gallagher said with a smile. "I was right about you. Now I have no reason not to be honest with you all."

"Mikhail... I don't know what his relationship is with that Misha."

Zhu Di stroked his chin and thought.

He has been mentioned so many times, he must be an important person, right?

I just don't know when it will appear.

"Father, what you're saying..." The chubby Zhu Gaochi said with a simple smile, "What kind of relationship could there be between the two of them? One is an important figure who's been mentioned repeatedly, and the other is just a waiter at the hotel."

"We all have the surname Mi, so there is no connection." Zhu Di said righteously.

"Uh..." Zhu Gaochi was speechless and said weakly: "Father, these aliens don't seem to see surnames that way."

…………

"Then let's start by telling you about the case. Of course, we'll also include the story of Mikhail."

"According to the clues the family has, this Liuying is indeed not a local, nor is she an invited guest. In other words, she is a genuine stowaway."

"I was also deceived by this girl. She is really old."

Gallagher sighed, and seeing that Xing and the others weren't going to say anything, he continued.

"But on the Planet of the Festival, smuggling isn't uncommon, and it's not difficult to track down. The hounds immediately took action, tracking the suspect both in dreams and reality."

"But in the end, there was only one bad news - the little girl disappeared from the face of the earth. No trace of her could be found in either dreams or reality. It was as if she had never existed."