The moment he felt someone coming from behind him, the muscles of the young major general's shoulders and upper arms tensed almost instinctively, like a black panther ready to go, tensing the muscles of the whole body, revealing its sharp teeth , the next second will mercilessly tear the throat of any creature that intends to approach it—
Suddenly, a rich caramel aroma wafted over, lingering faintly at the tip of the nose.
The sweet breath made Troll react instantly, and the fierceness that surged out was suppressed in an instant, and he forcibly suppressed the instinct of wanting to twist the neck of the person behind him—
Just as he tensed his body to suppress his killing intent, the young man who rushed over had already hugged his waist from behind.
The little guy was clinging to his back, and the body temperature of the unfamiliar person was transmitted through the thin white shirt.
He is not used to it.
But the body clinging to him was somewhat familiar.
When he woke up in the middle of the night last night, he found that he had slept with this child in his arms for most of the night.
Perhaps it was because in the mental state, the clean and soft feeling that he conveyed from the spirit when he hugged the child would not make him feel annoying.
Therefore, when he was hugged by that little guy, his first reaction was not to throw him away, but to tense up.
"... let go."
The young major general said, his tone was still indifferent, without any emotion.
Mute was so excited by the steak that was about to be thrown away that he hugged the Major General's waist without thinking.
As soon as he hugged him, he came to his senses, and realized that he had done something stupid, and suddenly his head buzzed, and he was dumbfounded.
Until Troll spoke, he still maintained a posture of holding the major general's waist stiffly.
Now, the major general has spoken, let him go.
It stands to reason that he should immediately implement the major general's order and let go decisively.
but…
Glancing at the steak with red sauce that was still slowly exuding a rich sweet and sour aroma, and sniffing the tempting smell of meat in the air, the boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
To be honest, it was a long time ago that he ate this kind of fried steak last time. Due to his poor health, he ate only strictly ordered sick meals ordered by the doctor, which were bland and tasteless.
Therefore, for him who hasn't dipped in oily steak and sweet sauce for several years, watching the steak go away is simply torture.
At this moment, in order to eat the fat and tender steak on the outside, his brain was working at an extreme speed.
"do not!"
Seeing that the major general was about to attack again, the young man cried out anxiously.
As soon as he was anxious, he hugged Trol's waist even tighter.
Rolling his eyes a few times, he opened his mouth.
"... I, that, finally did it well."
he whispered.
"It's the first time I try to make the dishes on the earth that my grandfather taught me... I wanted to try it first. If the taste is good, I would like to ask you to try it."
He paused and continued speaking in a low voice.
"I did it... specially for you, because I want to thank you for taking care of me, so..."
After he said this, he felt that what he said was the truth, and he acted so that he believed it, and there was a little grievance in his words.
"Are you going to throw it in the trash?"
"..."
There was no response for a while, and Mutt let go of his hand in frustration.
"If you feel bad...then throw it away."
He said weakly, he didn't dare to look at the plate that His Excellency the Major General was carrying again, for fear that if he couldn't help it again, he would grab it directly.
He turned dejectedly and wanted to go, to drink the bottle of lavender 'motor oil' that he had thrown aside. But before he could turn around, a hand suddenly reached out and patted his head.
He looked up, and the black-haired major general who rubbed his head looked at him, no emotion could be seen on his stern face, but the deep dark blue pupils stared at him, as if a little helpless.
With a bang, the plate that was almost thrown into the garbage storage port was put back on the dining table.
The boy's head was rubbed vigorously again.
This time, the hand rubbing his head exerted a little force, causing him a little pain, as if deliberately punishing him.
Troll looked at the eyes of the little guy who was downcast just now after seeing the steak.
Although he knew that what the child said about the things specially made for him was purely to coax him, but those big dark eyes were anxious, full of expectation, and looked at his own with a bit of grievance. It looks really...
never mind.
The young major general thought so when he saw the child's face glowing brightly the moment he saw the lost steak.
It's a terrible lie, but let him believe it.
After all, he is still a child, so it is impossible to achieve the same self-discipline as him.
Although eating high-fat and high-sugar food will burden the body, but with him staring at it once in a while, it shouldn't matter much.
With that in mind, he turned to leave.
But before he had time to take a step, a thumb-sized piece of scorched tender pork steak dipped in sweet and sour sauce was picked up by a fork and delivered to his mouth.
"It's all made for you... don't you want to have a bite?"
The young man was completely unaware that his lie had been seen through, and he showed an innocent and harmless smile and looked at His Excellency the Major General.
Now that you have lied, you have to carry out the lie to the end. What you just said just now is to thank the major general for making something. It is too false to say nothing now. Naturally, you have to be polite.
You see, he even took the initiative to pass the fork with the steak on it to the Major General, how sincere it is.
However, with the aloofness of the major general, and the self-abuse of the major general... oh, no, in terms of self-discipline, the major general must not look down on such high-fat, high-fat, and high-sugar things that are not good for the body, and he certainly does not like them. will stick.
As soon as the major general refused, this delicious steak still had to belong to him.
However, even if he was rejected, his sincerity had already been fully expressed.
Since it can please him, all the steaks will belong to him, and by the way, he will impress the major general, and he can continue to use his kitchen in the future.
Well, perfect—
Mute gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and the smile on his face became brighter.
The young major general stood there quietly.
The velvet-like smooth black hair scattered around the corners of his slender eyes, in stark contrast to his snow-white skin.
He looked into the boy's eyes, and the boy looked at his slightly shiny jet black pupils, which were very similar to his hair color.
He looked at the young boy's incongruous expression as he offered to hand the piece of meat to his mouth despite being a bit reluctant.
He could tell what this little guy was thinking at a glance.
Don't you just want him to take the initiative to refuse
…
Mutt is still waiting for His Majesty the Major General to say "no need", then he can respectfully send the Major General away and feast on himself.
Just as he was planning so beautifully in his heart, suddenly, the major general standing in front of him leaned over and lowered his head slightly.
The pitch-black hair slid down, and the eyelashes of the young major general hung down, slender and thick, casting a faint shadow on his snow-white skin.
Mute watched helplessly as that handsome face like a legendary elf approached, and his thin pink lips, like cherry blossoms, just opened his mouth to take the fork he held up. A chunk of meat dipped in a bright red sweet and sour sauce bites off.
After chewing a few times and swallowing it, the small Adam's apple moved slightly on the young major general's graceful neck. Against the collar of the white shirt that half-covered it, it inexplicably gave people a feeling of unbearable sex appeal. .
The tip of her tongue flicked over, licking a little bit of bright red juice left at the corners of her pink lips.
When the tip of the tongue licked, the corners of the lips slightly raised in a very shallow arc, which looked like the trace of a faint chuckle.
"good."
The black-haired major general said that he still had that expressionless and deserted appearance.
The slightly invisible upward arc on the corner of the lips when the tip of the tongue licked it just now seemed to have never appeared before.
The dark blue pupils glanced at Mute, he stretched out his hand, and he casually took one of the two plates containing steaks on the dining table.
Before he had time to react to the great excitement of the major general biting off the fried meat directly from the fork he was holding, the boy stood there stupidly, watching half of the delicious fried steak being taken away by the major general.
My fried meat! ! !
The boy who was still holding the fork finally came to his senses.
He even took the big one away—
Major General, what you said will cause a burden to your body? Did you agree to drink only 'motor oil'
The teenager was heartbroken.
Eating meat will make you fat—look at your good figure, how can you ruin your muscles so easily—
…
... ... ...
After Mutt finished eating and threw the plates and forks to the kitchen brain to clean up, he soaked in the kitchen for a while, smashed up the few red fruits that he had just used and added caramel to boil. I made red fruit jam and planned to spread it on the nutritious but tasteless bread provided by the restaurant tomorrow morning.
When he came out contentedly with a jar of bright red jam, he bumped into Troll who was coming out of a side room.
The pitch-black hair that was soft and smooth just now was sticking to the major general's cheeks with some moisture, and the snow-white skin was slightly reddened at the moment, with a little sweat oozing, sliding down the beautiful line of the neck.
The white shirt also seemed to be a little sweaty, and it was clinging to the man's body, more and more outlining the full and lean muscle lines of the man's upper body.
The slender Danfeng glanced at the bright red jam in his hand, the young major general passed by without saying anything, and walked straight towards the bathroom.
Mutt pointed his head at the room that Troll just walked out of, and he immediately understood some strange but familiar equipment that was still working in it.
Gym.
he thinks.
Speaking of which, he wanted to take good care of his thin and thin body, but eating alone was not enough, it would only make him fat, and he still had to exercise.
Even if he has decided to switch to a civilian job in the future, he still needs to be in good health.
After thinking about it, he turned his head and shouted at the major general who had already walked into the bathroom.
"Can I use what's in here? I'll just go for a run—"
The metal door of the bathroom slammed shut, but when there was still a gap, the man's cold and low voice came over.
He said, "Yeah."
After getting the permission, Mute put the red jam on the table and went to the gym excitedly.
Speaking of which, it took him only half an hour to eat and cook jam, and the major general who looked good and muscular was sweating all over after just exercising for such a short time.
Maybe this person just looks good, but his body is weak
The young man who had forgotten the fact that he was picked up by the major general with one hand thought this way in his heart, and stepped into that room.
The light in that room was very dim, and the direction of the gentle light was still slowly turning, and the music was also very gentle.
Not long after Mute walked in, a beam of light fell on him, and the gentle light suddenly became brighter.
Then there was a beep, and an emotionless female voice sounded mechanically.
"The trainer is detected, the training device is activated, and the ten standard gravity is activated."
The female robotic voice had just finished speaking, and the boy hadn't even reacted yet, when a huge oppressive force suddenly fell from the sky.
Mute slumped to the ground almost instantly.
He clenched his teeth, and exerted all his strength on the back of his hand on the ground, his veins almost bulging, trying to struggle. But his body seemed to be crushed by a mountain peak, pressing his whole body to the ground, he couldn't stand up no matter what, and almost exhausted all his strength even to move.
What, what's going on
What did the female voice say just now
Ten times the gravity? !
Exercising at ten times gravity? —Is that something humans can do!
Being pressured by the terrible gravity, he couldn't stand up on the ground, so Mutt could only move towards the door of the room bit by bit in the awkward posture of lying on the ground.
Although he could open his mouth to ask for help, he felt that he had done something stupid again, so he shut his mouth tightly because he didn't want to lose face in front of that major general again.
He gasped for breath, put his elbows on the ground, and tried to move out bit by bit.
just a little bit-
But at a distance of tens of meters, the boy was already sweating profusely, and his face was flushed.
Only ten meters away—
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, from far to near, and soon, a pair of long legs wrapped in dark tights suddenly appeared in the sight of the boy who was still struggling to crawl towards the door.
Then, the long-legged man stepped into the room with one step, and quickly walked to Mute. The man, who seemed to be completely unaffected by the terrible ten-fold gravity, bent over, grabbed Mute's entire body with his arms. He hugged him horizontally.
The boy was still dazed and didn't realize it. Suddenly, his body seemed to be pressing down on a mountain, and he realized that Troll had left the room with ten times the gravity in his arms.
He leaned on Troll's chest, the muscles in his arms that had been tensed just now were aching, his exhausted body was limp with no strength at all, and his vision was somewhat blurred by the sweat-soaked eyelashes.
He leaned against the person holding him and panted for a long time before finally recovering.
In a trance, he was placed on the sofa, his upper body was still held lightly by the person, leaning against the person's arms, a hot hand brushed away the hair that was drenched in sweat and stuck close to the corner of his eyes.
Mute blinked, exhaled lightly, and finally saw the person looking down at him clearly.
Apparently because he was just about to take a shower, the white shirt on the upper body of the black-haired major general who came out of the bathroom in a hurry was already soaked. Delicate and white skin, as well as the well-textured flexible muscles.
And just now he was a little uncomfortable because he was panting for breath, subconsciously wanted to grab something, so he unconsciously grabbed the major general's chest a few times.
Not only did he pull Troll's shirt away, but his nails also left a few red scratches on the other's chest.
And because the Major General's complexion is too fair, the few faint red marks on that snow-white chest are particularly conspicuous.
Feeling a little embarrassed looking at the conspicuous scratches, Mutt opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly a bell rang.
Major Robin's familiar voice sounded carelessly.
"BOSS? Are you free now? I need to find you."
"Come in."
The major general said lightly.
"Wait-"
It was only after the major general had finished speaking that he suddenly realized what the situation was, and Mute tried his best to shout this word in time.
It was too late, and with a swish, the metal door opened automatically after getting the owner's permission, and a red-haired man walked in unceremoniously.
It's over.
The boy couldn't help but want to cover his face.
But he didn't even have time to cover his face.
As soon as Robin looked up, the situation in the hall had all fallen into the eyes of the major.
His BOSS hugged the young child, his chest heaved slightly, his breathing was a little faster than usual, his snow-white cheeks had a reddish tinge at the moment, and his black hair soaked in sweat—
No matter how you look at it, it looks like you just did a strenuous exercise.
Especially the few conspicuous red scratches on the open snow-white chest—
The young child leaning in his arms grabbed the boss's open shirt with one hand, parted his lips slightly, panting quickly, his face was extremely red, his dark pupils were full of wet marks as if soaked in water, sweat The beads kept rolling down the flushed skin, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a weak person who has been tossed and overwhelmed——
Damn boss, take it easy!
The little guy's small body can't stand your toss!
no no no...
Now the point is...
Should he just turn around or should he just turn around or should he just turn around—