A torrent of warm, golden-red light erupted from [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box], wrapping the three-hundred-foot Astral Culinary Guild barge in a cocoon of sizzling kitchen fire and fragrant Sichuan peppercorn steam.
One hundred and fifty billion Dad Points poured into the dark star-steel hull. Under the flaw-free laws of the Stage 4 Architecture & Vehicle Fusion system, the cold metal plates softened like kneaded dough, shrinking and folding around a colossal nine-grid copper cauldron. Meanwhile, Grandpa Yao’s Pill-Fire Stealth Array wove itself into every rivet.
Ten seconds later, the golden glow cleared, and the [Trojan Nine-Grid Hotpot Cart] settled onto the spatial tracks with a heavy, satisfying THUD.
“By the Ancestral Cauldron of the Pill Tower...” Grandpa Yao floated in three circles around the vehicle, his golden monocle nearly falling off his nose. “Changsheng, you didn’t just build a smuggling cart. You forged a Rank 8 Peak culinary fortress!”
From the outside, the vessel looked like an oversized, thirty-foot-wide brass catering wagon with eight heavy iron wheels engraved with cloud-and-chili patterns. Across the top of the wagon sat a massive, nine-grid copper hotpot cauldron divided into nine bubbling compartments.
Grid #1, #3, #5, #7, and #9 boiled with crimson beef-tallow chili oil, bobbing with dried heaven-facing chilies, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and fermented Pixian bean paste. Grids #2, #4, #6, and #8 simmered with milky-white ten-thousand-year ox-marrow and wild mushroom broth.
