Wang Qiang jumped down from the cab and pressed the remote.
With a soft mechanical whir, the trailer's side panel slowly lowered, support legs automatically dropped to the ground, an awning sprang out, and the serving window rose.
A folding stove, work counter, and refrigerated cabinet extended in turn.
In less than two minutes, the ordinary-looking trailer had become a clean, bright mobile kitchen.
The Holy Human Race commoners passing by all stopped in their tracks.
"Is this a magic vehicle?"
"I don't see any Magic Circles."
A young man in an apprentice's robe stared at the trailer and said hesitantly,
"It doesn't seem like magic. I can't sense any clear elemental fluctuations."
"Then how does it move on its own?"
"I heard the Great Xia people don't use magic. They use something called technology."
The crowd kept growing.
Lately, Great Xia goods had already been flowing into the Holy City through Holy Human Race merchants.
Mirrors, tissues, toothbrushes, cosmetics, stockings, and small accessories had all become fashionable new items among the nobility.
Ordinary commoners couldn't buy any, as everything was sold out, but that didn't stop them from being curious.
Now two Great Xia people had driven straight to the market entrance and turned an iron house into a kitchen. Who wouldn't want a closer look?
Wang Qiang brought out the folding tables and chairs, brushed nonexistent dust off his hands, and surveyed the setup with satisfaction.
The stove was on, and the refrigerated cabinet was running.
The cooking-fume purifier was working normally too.
Yet he kept feeling something was missing.
As Li Wen carried out the last folding table, she reminded him,
"What are you standing there for? Bring out the screen."
Wang Qiang slapped his forehead.
"Right, right! The sign!"
This wasn't Great Xia. Nobody would understand