As twilight settled across the 10,000 Star Systems of the newly founded [Galactic Family Mutual-Aid Federation], the mouthwatering aroma of freshly kneaded golden-wheat dough, finely minced dragon-marrow pork belly, sweet winter cabbage. Toasted sesame oil drifted out of ten million community kitchens at once!
Under ordinary interstellar conditions, hosting a simultaneous hot New Year’s Eve reunion dinner for nearly fifty trillion people across a hundred-thousand-light-year spiral galaxy would have been a logistical impossibility. Before the food could even be loaded onto cargo ships on Planet #1. The soup would have frozen solid and the dumplings would have stuck together into a cold lump of dough before reaching Planet #2.
Out on the front lawn of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], however, Grandpa Fu stood. Next, the central master dispatch podium with his white shirt-sleeves rolled neatly up to his elbows and his silver monocle gleaming like a general’s telescope!
CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK!
Grandpa Fu’s golden [Jade-Abacus Cane] blurred under his slender fingers, synchronizing the kitchen timers and Express Door delivery schedules across all ten thousand star systems down to the millisecond:
[GRANDPA FU’S GALACTIC BANQUET LOGISTICS COMMAND — STATUS: 100% SYNCHRONIZED!]
* Participating Culinary Hubs: 10,000,000 Community Hotpot & Dumpling Canteens!
* Active Dough-Rolling Arrays: 300 Billion Mulberry-Wood Rolling Pins!
