Bake the Moon into Pancakes

At 3:17 in the morning, the moon in Wuhan Optics Valley looked like a sesame seed cake with a bite taken out. The Observatory urgently announced: Seventy-two hours later, the moon will be completely extinguished and the world will plunge into eternal night. Chi Yuzhou, a 33-year-old barbecue stall owner, holds an ancestral shovel and an old train ticket from 1988, and decides to save the universe again. He wants to refine the "human fireworks value" amidst a thousand flavors of cumin, beer, and loud voices, then find the last piece of moonlight in the telescope, and upgrade the skewers to a "moonlight reactor." Observatory intern Lin Yuebai, street singer A Bing, and piggy bank Xiao Wandou joined the team one after another. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Optics Valley Carousel was a sea of ​​lights, the shovel was pointed at the moon, cumin rain was pouring, and the 999-point fireworks value was just one last kiss. When Lin Yuebai's kiss fell on Chi Yuzhou's cumin-stained side face, the moon was like a freshly baked sesame seed cake, golden and bulging, filling the world with light. At that moment, everyone who looked up received a cosmic takeout, and the signature column said: Thank you for coming again, see you at the next midnight snack. In the wind, rain and moonlight, Chi Yuzhou will accompany you to live thank you again as thank you forever.