Wang Xuan scrutinized the menu, its cryptic symbols strangely familiar yet ultimately indecipherable to him. Unruffled, he glanced at it and then, with profound gravity, requested, "A bottle of 1982 Arctic Ocean Soda Drink, please." 0

He was certain no one knew what he had ordered. This place had no people from the old earth, and besides, that drink had been out of production for over a century on his home planet.0

Adopting an air of mystery in the face of his ignorance seemed the best approach. He waited, curious to see how this unusual establishment would respond.0

Indeed, his request left the beautiful elf waitress puzzled. Her pointed ears quivered slightly as she apologized, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, "Sorry, sir, one moment, please, let me check."0

The surrounding patrons cast curious glances, their expressions tinged with a newfound respect, especially after glimpsing Fang Yuzhu's inscrutable demeanor.0

Wang Xuan found himself at a loss, realizing this locale indeed boasted rare beverages, indicating its distinctiveness and the stature of its clientele.0

The elf returned, apologetic for not finding the requested drink,...0