Chapter 31 New Cat Cake

　　How did I get on the space station? Of course I came with a group of people on a spaceship. My seat was out of place... Wait, who was that guy who took my seat? It seems that Ruan Mei didn't say it was her?

　　"Are you saying that there is someone else on board the space station?" Superman finally remembered this after being bombarded by the two geniuses.

　　Professor Latio could almost hear the sound of the gears turning in his head, and he was extremely glad that he had the foresight to wear a plaster head cast, otherwise he would have been so angry with this guy that he would have fainted.

　　Clark wanted to catch up to the second floor to find out what was going on, but before he could move his legs, he saw the man with the plaster head take out a transparent box filled with blue flames, and with a light toss, the flames covered his entire body.

　　"Goodbye, I hope you can bring me some good news next time we meet."

　　The plaster head turned his back in a casual manner, and his figure was submerged in the blue spiritual fire. Just as Clarke had seen in many fantasy scenes, the flames completely devoured the strange man and then disappeared.

　　Clark punched the wall next to him in frustration, almost making a hole.

　　"Mo Nao?" Dousha Huihui pulled at Clark's trouser leg.

　　"Ding - are you okay, Mr. Kent?" The robot didn't know whether it was its own meaning or it was translating Dousha Huihui's words.

　　Superman picked up Maomao Gao and said, "I'm fine. Sorry for making you worry."

　　"Don't be stubborn~" Dousha Huihui touched Superman's fist that was hitting the wall, and rubbed it with his little face.

　　Superman felt that his heart was like an ice cream melted by the sun, emitting a sweet and sticky scent.

　　I really want to hold it like this forever. Martha should agree to let me keep it, right? I can also bring it to Batman to meet him. Wonder Woman will definitely be interested. The Flash might be so happy that he will run around it at the speed of light... Ah, forget it.

　　In short, Superman has even imagined what it would be like to grow old with Maomaogao in his old age with his children and grandchildren around him, and Dousha Huihui stopped his actions after discovering that Superman's palm was intact.

　　"Mo Nao?" It gently patted Superman's iron face with its claws.

　　Superman pulled his head out of the choice of urn styles: "Do you like the box with colorful quicksand glitter?"

　　"Mo?" Dousha Huihui was increasingly confused about the thinking of the bipeds.

　　Superman skipped the previous topic with a bit of embarrassment: "Sorry, Dousha Huihui, a mysterious person has boarded the space station. I must find him, or find the plaster head, but I don't have any clues yet."

　　The cat cake with green crispy shell and grey filling lowered its head and thought for a while: "Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn."

　　"Ding - Dousha Huihui means that since there are no clues now, you can cultivate its companions and let them help you find the mysterious man in the space station."

　　The nanny robot on the side performed its role faithfully.

　　Superman didn't know how the robot translated so many words from six syllables, but he felt that what Dousha Huihui said made sense. He was rushing around aimlessly like a headless fly, and now it was even more troublesome without Pepe to help.

　　It might be the same as before, where you step into a mad scientist's laboratory before you can figure out what's going on, get thrown at by a bunch of unfamiliar words, forget your previous purpose, and get ridiculed by a strange guy.

　　"Thank you, you are so smart." He sincerely praised the cat cake in his hand.

　　"Don't be stubborn." Dousha Huihui raised his head proudly.

　　The nanny robot brought Superman to a rice cooker.

　　"Ding - please use the Life Baking Box to cultivate new species."

　　Clark observed the rice cooker carefully and found that it could really breed new species. Using a rice cooker to breed pastry cats sounds like a fairy tale, but just as funny characters have the highest combat power, things in children's fairy tales are really outrageous.

　　What kind of terrifying monstrous genius is Ruan Mei, who can make a petri dish for cultivating a life so conveniently, quickly, and easily?

　　Superman became more and more curious and wary of Ruan Mei. He opened the Life Baking Box according to the instructions and with the help of the nanny robot, he cultivated several cat cakes with their own characteristics.

　　Coconut Gourmet Melon, Berry Angel Cake, Coffee Camu...

　　These names with food attributes fully reflect the characteristics of Maomao Cake, and also let Clark feel Ruan Mei's bad taste.

　　He watched these freshly-baked little lives gathered together and whispered to each other, and before he knew it, a strand of his hair fell into the baking box of life.

　　"Ding - if special conditions are added, it is possible to cultivate new varieties." The confidential robot explained.

　　Clark was stunned. He tried to save everything, but unfortunately, the baking box had already started working and a new cat cake appeared.

　　It’s a super cat cake!

　　Like every superhero hero, Maomao Gao, who has been injected with Kryptonian genes, possesses a degraded version of Superman's superpowers. First of all, it can fly.

　　Superman flew to the ceiling, vowing to catch the blue cat——

　　Second, it has super powers.

　　Super Maomao Cake shot out red rays from its two big eyes, burning a small piece of plant cultivation field. The strange space plants screamed, and carried their roots like they were carrying skirts, rolling and crawling to other cultivation fields.

　　"Wait, stop, don't panic..." Superman had no choice but to use his iron body to block the two heat rays. There was no problem for him personally, but it was a pity to waste this suit that he rented at a high price.

　　If Clarke doesn't do that blockbuster interview, he'll be on a diet of oatmeal for a month.

　　But how could Superman have only this one superpower?

　　Super Cat Cake exhaled icy breath from his mouth, instantly lowering the temperature of the constant temperature cultivation room by several degrees. The space plants were forced to hug each other and shiver. The harsh living environment triggered a bullying incident.

　　The plants kicked out the weakest one and used it to start a fire to keep warm.

　　"That's not necessary!" At the critical moment, Superman covered Super Cat Cake's mouth, and the temperature rose again under the powerful thermostat. The space plants soon let go of each other and began to sing and dance around the cultivation field.

　　Clark, who inadvertently facilitated the socialization of plants, came down with Super Cat Cake in his arms and handed the bastard over to the nanny robot.

　　"Don't be stubborn." Super Cat Cake nodded seriously at Clark.

　　"Ding - it means that it recognizes you as the existence second only to Ruan Mei."

　　Superman wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, counted the number of cat cakes, and continued to make new varieties.

　　This time, he carefully controlled the variables, and the cat cake he made was completely black. When there was only one step left, the nanny robot said:

　　"Ding - the breed will be affected by the breeder. If you have any extra items on you, you can try to integrate them. This is Ms. Ruan Mei's masterpiece, so there is no need to worry about any accidents."

　　Clark looked at the dark mass in the pot and somehow thought of his partner who always had a stern face, which formed a sharp contrast with his disguise during the day. For some reason, he took out a monitoring device from his body.

　　Probably because of the confidentiality of the space station itself, this monitor lost its function the moment one boarded the spacecraft. Superman kept it only as a commemoration, so why not give it a try?

　　So Clark put the monitor into the life baking box, and after the last step was completed -

　　The dark bat cake makes a stunning debut!

　　"Don't be stubborn." The cat said to Superman in a hoarse voice due to throat cancer.

　　"Ding--it means: Get out of my breeding room!"

　　Superman was shocked, but unlike the Super Cat, the Black Bat is just an ordinary mortal Cat. It has no fancy super powers and, as it was just born, it doesn't have any tricky little props on it.

　　Clark suddenly became furious and picked up the little kitten with a hoarse voice and started to abuse it. He even buried his face in the belly of the black bat cake and laughed suspiciously.

　　"Mo Yao——" The cry of the black bat cake became sharper.

　　A blue shadow rose up, rushed forward, and hit Superman's abdomen hard. The huge impact force forced Clark to let go of the black bat cake and stood up from the ground, rubbing his stomach.

　　"Don't be stubborn!" Super Cat Cake, with black bat cakes stacked on its body, kept breathing at Clark.

　　"Ding - it means, don't touch my companion." The nanny robot explained with gloating.

　　Superman looked at the two cat cakes gathered together with a complicated expression. After being fooled by the black bat cake with a few syllables, the Super Cat Cake used his superpowers to get a few small black iron sheets for the black bat cake, and made them into the shape of bats.

　　Back in front of the Life Bake Oven, Clark's eyes when looking at the rice cooker have completely changed. How should I put it? It's like he has found a meal substitute.

　　He clicked the "cultivate" button once again, and after shaping a red and yellow prototype of a cat cake, he searched his body and took out a circus flyer.

　　Never mind why Superman had this thing on him, he dropped the flyer into the Life Bakebox, and out popped a Mango Robin Cake, who did three backflips with his tail.

　　Very good, very circus, very Dick.

　　Following the previous template, Superman stuffed a wrench in, and an unruly Mango Robin Cake jumped out of the Life Bake Box and rolled into a ball with the previous Robin Cake.

　　It's a pity that they couldn't make a Batmobile to help him lift the tire. Superman regrettably gave up on reproducing the famous scene.

　　The third time, when it came to the third generation Robin Tim, Superman wanted to put a camera in it, but he was short of money, so he could only put in a photo of the black bat cake he had just taken.

　　As soon as the third-generation Mango Robin Cake landed, it ran to the side of the Black Bat Cake with a clear goal in mind, showing the ability to be outgoing and self-recommended.

　　With the whole family of good partners gathered, Superman thought about Diana's face in his mind and put an oil painting card in it. The wise and brave Amazon greeted Clark with her big calm eyes.

　　Making meal replacements for companions is super addictive. Clark used a cluster of electric current to make a lightning cat cake, a ring to make a matcha green light cake, and a poor little dried fish to make a crystal sea king cake...

　　Give him a rice cooker and he can make the entire Justice League in an afternoon, something that would make even Estelle shudder.

　　"Now, let's go look for clues about the mysterious man."

　　Dousha Huihui is lying on Superman's shoulder, looking very high-spirited.