On the first day of officially entering the History Research Department, Mutt felt that he was no longer able to do it.
By the side, I watched the group of white-haired and white-bearded grandpas seriously studying and studying a small N25 yellow book, while your full stomach was about to explode, but you wanted to hold back——
Do you know what kind of torture this is—
Anyway, the boy felt that the effort required to hold back his full stomach was more tiring than making him run for a kilometer.
…feel like the body has been hollowed out.
Mutt thought about it in a trance, and went back to his room unsteadily.
He stood at the door with a tired face.
A small palm-sized light screen appeared out of thin air at the door, and a beam of light shot out from the light screen, scanning his face once.
beep! ! !
The metal door that was expected to open silently did not respond, but the small light screen made a long beep, and then began to flash red light violently.
The boy who fell on the bed while waiting to enter the door was taken aback.
He stared in astonishment at the light screen in front of him constantly flashing red light, and the words [identification error] were displayed on it.
Wrong door
Mutt quickly took a step back, looked left and right, and then looked at the door number in front of this door...
That's right.
Although he was a little tired, he didn't even remember the room number where he stayed for a few days, right
After confirming that he did not go to the wrong room, the boy looked at the red light screen with the word "error" constantly flashing in a daze, wondering if there was something wrong with the system.
… and many more.
Mut suddenly remembered something.
In the morning, the major general seemed to have said that he was asked to move in and live with him...in order to facilitate unspoken rules for him.
In other words, has the information that he stayed here been cancelled
Didn't even notify him
At least let him pack his bags...
... Well, he didn't bring anything with him when he boarded the ship, and naturally he couldn't have any luggage.
He wants to change rooms, as long as people pass by.
Thinking that from now on, he will be in the same room with that high-cold major general who doesn't like to talk much at first glance, Mute feels a little headache.
That major general is not an easy person to deal with, and he hides a big secret, once discovered...he can't imagine what the consequences will be.
If they really live in the same room and get along day and night, Mutt feels that he really doesn't have the confidence to keep this secret covered up for a long time.
Therefore, he should find a way to stay away from this major general as soon as possible.
While thinking this way, he turned and left here.
He still remembered the way he was taken to the major general's room last time, but when he reached the step crossing, he encountered difficulties.
After all, he was taken there last time, and now he is alone, will the soldiers guarding the entrance let him go
The young man hesitated and walked to the floor entrance, looking at the four soldiers guarding the door with a straight military posture, before he had time to say anything, he suddenly heard two beeps.
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the silver-white metal ring on his right hand shimmered with a faint blue light, projecting a small emblem-like pattern.
Before he could figure out what was going on with the metal bracelet that was suddenly activated, a soldier had already come over and politely led him to the opposite side of the entrance.
There was a huge cylindrical halo there, and Mutt walked in under the sign of the soldiers.
Suddenly the bracelet on his right hand beeped twice again. As soon as he walked into the cylindrical halo, the light beam that had been calm just now suddenly fluctuated.
He just felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and his body seemed to be pulled hard by something.
After recovering his eyesight, Mutt was stunned when he looked up.
Although he was still in the same cylindrical halo as he was standing just now, everything in front of him had changed.
He didn't see the soldier who was supposed to be standing near him and the opposite staircase, but the huge arc-shaped room that seemed to be bathed in starlight and built in the courtyard was right in front of his eyes.
This is... teleportation
so handsome!
The teenager who experienced the teleportation magnetic field for the first time was inexplicably excited.
This kind of scene that is always only seen in movies, now he can actually experience it himself!
Mute reluctantly walked out of the halo, and the cylindrical halo disappeared into the air after he walked out.
Others were already standing at the door of the huge arc-shaped metal room.
The door was of course closed.
He hesitated at the door before raising his hand, trying to knock on the door first.
But at the moment when his right hand was raised, the faint blue light on the metal bracelet flickered again.
With a swish, the door opened automatically.
... so convenient.
Thinking so, the young man walked in helplessly.
It seems that his small dormitory has indeed been cancelled, and he can only live here honestly according to the order of the major general.
As soon as he entered the door, his eyes met those dark blue pupils like a starry sky.
The young major general sat on the soft silver-white sofa, with his slender legs crossed, and his chin slightly propped up with one hand. He just glanced at him, then looked away, and looked back at the small light curtain shimmering in front of him.
Although he was only glanced at, Mute suddenly felt a little nervous for no reason when he was looked at like this, and his body responded to this nervousness.
grunt~~
Mute: "..."
Those old grandpas worked and forgot to sleep and eat, and he was too entangled in the matter of those few old grandpas studying the little yellow book. Forgot about dinner.
As soon as his stomach growled, he realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
But after a lot of tossing, it was so late, the restaurant might have closed on time.
He thought about it, but he didn't care about nervousness or embarrassment anymore.
"I forgot to go to the restaurant."
he asks.
"Is there anything to eat?"
The young major general sitting on the sofa glanced at him again. Although his face was expressionless, his gaze seemed to sigh slightly, which made Mutt scratch his head subconsciously.
The small light curtain suspended in the air suddenly disappeared, and Troll stood up and walked straight to a wall.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a drawer popped out from the smooth and metallic wall. He took out a glass bottle inside and threw it to Mutt casually.
Mute caught it and saw that it was a transparent glass bottle only the size of a thumb, and the lavender liquid inside reflected beautiful light.
He held the glass bottle blankly and looked at Troll.
"doing what?"
"Drink it."
"No... what is this? I'm asking if you have anything to eat?"
"Elemental liquid."
The young major general said lightly.
"You won't be hungry after drinking."
A nutrient solution specially developed for various elements needed by the human body.
Simple, convenient and hassle-free.
He thinks it is much simpler than eating. Going to a restaurant to eat every day is actually quite troublesome for him. However, only eating can ensure the normal functioning of the internal organs of the body without shrinking, so he has always regarded eating as one of the daily tasks.
"..."
Mute, who has been a foodie since he was a child, said that the world is big and the food is the biggest, and it is absolutely unbearable for him to use this as a meal!
What's the difference between this and a robot drinking motor oil!
He took a deep breath, put down the lavender glass bottle in his hand, looked around, and then his eyes lit up.
After all, it is the room of the highest-ranking officer, so even if it is useless, it will definitely be equipped.
kitchen.
"Can I use it?"
Mut pointed in that direction and asked.
Looking in the direction Mutt pointed at, he also recognized the place he basically only used to make tea or coffee, and Troll raised his eyebrows.
"what ever."
He says.
As soon as he spoke, Mutt rushed over impatiently.
As the owner of this battleship, the major general naturally has the highest level of privilege, and all resources are supplied to him without distinction and without restriction. So Mute doesn't have to worry about the lack of ingredients, as long as he speaks to the brain in the kitchen, fresh ingredients preserved in a vacuum will be delivered.
When he lived with that grandfather, the first life skill he learned was how to use the kitchen—because the grandfather said that money was running out, and it was better to be self-reliant in many things, and he taught him a few dishes himself, and he also Taking the opportunity to fool his grandfather, he said that he had figured out a few dishes, and then made out the ones he loved most at the beginning. Grandpa once praised him and said that even if he lost his memory, his mind was still as flexible as before.
... I think it was to figure out the ingredients at the beginning, and he learned the common language of the empire related to food in just a few days.
Sure enough, desire is a great motivation to stimulate people to learn.
To be honest, the taste of what he ate in that high-end restaurant on the battleship during this period was actually not to his liking. The intelligent brain that cooks automatically only pays attention to the nutritionally balanced combination of various foods, and doesn't care much about how weird the taste of the food is.
Both Major Robin and Lieutenant Colonel Via seem to think that this taste is normal.
As a newcomer, he naturally didn't dare to offer any opinions, so he could only comfort himself by saying, if there is something to eat, don't pick it.
It is rare to have an opportunity now, of course, I must hurry up and reward myself with some favorite dishes.
Hmm... as long as you live with the major general, you can make your favorite food in the future.
Thinking about it this way, it seems pretty good.
To be honest, in fact, he was not very good at cooking on Earth before, because it was difficult to master the heat and the amount of seasoning. However, due to the highly intelligent kitchen equipment in the future, there is no need for the chef to control everything as before. For many steps that he is not good at, he only needs to let the brain do it, and the key steps can be done by himself.
Compared with those smart brains who only cook meals according to the nutritional combination, the young man feels that his cooking is quite touching.
At least he can impress himself...
…
Holding a plate of fried meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside and still sizzling, Mutter took a deep breath of the alluring aroma, only to feel that the exhaustion of the whole day seemed to be healed by this rich aroma.
Immersed in this intoxicating aroma, he came out contentedly holding this large piece of fried meat.
Although he didn't know what kind of meat it was, and he didn't know how to distinguish the good from the bad, but he made sure of it. How could there be any bad ingredients for His Majesty the Major General
So he unceremoniously cooked this piece of meat with the cooking method of frying steak.
This piece of tender meat has been fried thoroughly, and the meat film on the edge is a little light, and it has been fried to a crisp. The red chili powder is sprinkled on the edge, and the reddish and slightly charred meringue is very appetizing.
The thick bright red sauce, which is crushed with red fruit that tastes very similar to the tomato on the earth, and boiled with sugar, slowly flows down the edge of the fried meat, and a strong sweet smell comes out.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the boy carefully placed the fried meat on the table, then picked up the knife and fork and was about to eat—
The young major general who was sitting on the sofa checking the message suddenly smelled a strong fragrance.
He looked up, then got up and walked over to take a look. He looked at the fried meat with a thick layer of oil and the thin skin was crispy on the outside. He smelled the strong spicy seasoning, As well as the sweet and rich sauce with a lot of sugar, he frowned, reached out and took the fork from Mutt's hand.
Mute was planning to eat happily, but before the fork could go down, a hand stretched out from the side and took the fork away.
He was a little confused.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the handsome face of the black-haired major general looking down at him, frowning slightly.
Is the major general unhappy
Why
The boy thought for a while, and then felt that he understood.
He smiled brightly at Troll, then cut half of the fried meat with the remaining knife, and put it on the nearby plate with a little fruit.
"Half for you."
he said generously.
Troll: "..."
For some reason, he had the urge to knock the smiling little guy on the forehead with the fork in his hand.
Seeing that the little guy reached out to take the fork back from him, he raised his hand to avoid it, and put the fork on the table without letting the other party get it.
"Don't eat it."
He says.
"... I have already divided half of you."
The implication is that you can't be so domineering and take everything away.
"..."
Looking at Mute who looked at him a little aggrieved, Troll once again resisted the urge to slap the other person on the head.
With a low sigh, he suddenly felt that his patience with this little guy was really good.
If it was replaced by other subordinates, who would dare to let him say the second sentence if he said one thing.
"It will take a toll on the body."
he said lightly.
This kind of food is too heavy in terms of sugar and irritation. Although it can satisfy the desire of the tongue, it is easy to bring some unnecessary extra burdens to the body.
Troll's diet has been strictly controlled since he was a child, and he never eats any food that will bring extra burden to his body.
The nutrients and elements he ingested are the most appropriate combination, which can give his body just the right nutrition and promote the strength of his body.
He has been taught strictly since he was a child, and even when he grows up to be able to make his own decisions, he has already developed the habit of self-discipline.
So at this moment, as soon as he reached out to pick up the plate, he turned around and threw this food that was too irritating and sugary to the garbage disposal.
The young man was a little dumbfounded as he watched the major general take away the delicious steak that he had made with great difficulty, and watched the scorched and tender steak that was still sizzling and glowing with oil gradually go away by itself.
He swallowed, and tried his best to inhale the smell of meat that remained in the air with his nose...
Seeing that the hole for storing garbage on the wall has been slowly opened.
Seeing that the major general was about to throw that delicious steak into the trash.
The fat meat steak is still sizzling, the thick bright red sauce is slowly dripping down, and the tantalizing fragrance comes faintly, pouring into the tip of the nose...
The young man whose stomach was rumbling because of the tantalizing fragrance suddenly pounced on a hungry tiger.
Stretch your arms.
He recklessly embraced the wasp waist of the major general from behind—
Let go of that fried meat!