Suddenly being dragged down, he was face to face with that extremely handsome face, Mute was still a little unresponsive.
The deep "I care" penetrated into his ears, suddenly made his heart beat, and his chest tightened suddenly.
Those dark blue pupils that seemed to carry the stars in the sky reflected his face, focused and compelling, those scorching eyes seemed to swallow him whole.
He stared at those deep eyes in a daze, the eyes of the man looking at him were too bright and scorching, it actually made him full of these eyes, and forgot the others for a while.
The man's hand that was holding his arm let go and lifted it up, his bony forefinger slightly bent, his slightly cool finger gently brushing the pale pink mark on his cheek.
It was obviously cool skin, but when it brushed against his cheeks, it was like a branding iron, so hot that the young man straightened up suddenly as if frightened, and took a step back.
He covered his face, the side where the major general's fingers had brushed, where his hand covered it, was scorching hot.
His face was very red at this moment, but he didn't know why his face was so hot, and he couldn't help feeling flustered.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, the room was too quiet, so quiet that he couldn't make a sound for some reason, and could only stare blankly at the pair of dark blue eyes looking at him.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the embarrassing silence at the moment, and letting the bewildered teenager breathe a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to open the door."
He said he turned and almost ran towards the door, almost running away.
The major general sat without moving. He looked at the back of the child who looked like a fleeing child, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.
As soon as the door opened, Mutt saw a handsome young attendant standing outside the door, bowing down politely to salute himself, and then raised his hand, and two silver-white square trays floating beside him flew to Mutt in front of you.
Different delicate delicacies are placed on two trays, exuding a tangy aroma.
"This is a meal for two."
The attendant said so politely, saluted again, and left.
Mute closed the door, and the two metal trays moved on their own, one flew steadily to the major general sitting on the sofa, and the other obediently followed Mute.
After Mutt sat down on the sofa opposite the major general, the tray was lowered a little bit obediently, just to the height that Mutt could reach with his hand in front of him who was sitting down.
After tossing and tossing for such a long time, I was already hungry, but now that the meal came, Mute unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork and started eating.
This meal looks exquisite and delicious, but I don't know how it tastes.
Thinking of this, the young man ate it in one bite, and his eyes lit up immediately.
He has always felt that the taste of food in the interstellar era is quite strange, so he didn't have any hope for this meal at the beginning-now he knows that the food in the interstellar era can still be saved.
The royal family is the royal family. Although the taste of these meals is still not as good as those delicacies on earth, compared with those he ate on the ship, Mutt was moved to tears.
Firstly, he was hungry, and secondly, the taste of the food was really good, so the boy almost gobbled up everything.
Minutes later, as soon as he put down the knife and fork, the metal tray flew out of the open window without him saying a word. Mute half-lyed on the soft sofa, only feeling satisfied, even the pain that was still aching on his left shoulder felt much less.
But before he was comfortable for a long time, he felt something was wrong.
Looking up, he was suddenly a little surprised.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
he asks.
Another metal square tray was stably suspended in front of the major general, and the meals on it were still in the exquisite and beautiful appearance at the beginning, and even the knives and forks placed beside them had not been touched.
And the major general just sat across from him, motionless, with Danfeng eyes slightly drooping, not knowing what he was thinking.
When Mute asked, Major General Troll looked up at him, but did not answer, but looked down at his right hand again.
Mutt reacted in an instant, and immediately regretted it. He couldn't open which pot he couldn't lift. The major general's right hand was being healed by a ball of liquid, and he couldn't eat with a knife and fork at all.
"Well, that, elemental liquid...?"
He remembered that the major general didn't like to eat meals very much, and was more used to drinking the elemental liquid that was similar to motor oil.
If it's that kind of thing, it's much simpler, just unscrew the cap and pour it directly into your mouth.
"Did not bring."
said the major general.
"Then... I'll go talk to the attendant, can I replace it with porridge or something?"
That way you don't need a knife and fork, just use the left hand to scoop and eat.
"No need."
"But how do you eat like this?" the boy said in embarrassment, "You can't move your right hand."
The major general glanced at Mutt.
"You have hands."
He said, an understatement.
"what?"
What is the use of my hands? It's not for me to eat, but now for you to eat.
Can you still use my hand as if it were yours—
… and many more.
The boy suddenly realized.
Although the major general said it simply but very clearly.
Mutt's hands can be used, but his hands can't be used, so, of course, Mutt's hands must be used to help him eat.
...
Major General, is it really okay for you to let others feed you so confidently
Don't you feel ashamed or embarrassed
…
Anyway, Mute just imagined the scene where he was feeding the major general, and he felt a little bad all of a sudden.
"That's not good?"
The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.
"Oh."
The major general didn't force it, he gave a light oh, and then said, "Withdraw."
As soon as he finished speaking, the metal tray that had been standing motionless in front of him moved and flew obediently towards the open window.
"Wait wait-wait!"
Mutt reached out and grabbed the dinner plate that was about to fly away.
Major General Troll was already injured, and if he didn't eat and supplement his nutrition, it would be even more difficult to heal the injury.
Thinking of this, he took a look at the major general's right hand, and saw the shocking scars in the palm that were deep in the bone, and his heart softened.
The major general was injured so badly just to save him, but now he is just feeding him, and he still pushes back and forth. I am really sorry for the major general.
The opponent is the wounded, the wounded, he should not think too much, just treat it as serving the wounded.
While working so hard on mental construction, Mute picked up a knife and fork, cut off a piece of meat, dipped it in the bottom of the plate, and then brought the fork to the major general's mouth.
Although he kept thinking in his heart that he was taking care of the wounded, his movements were still extremely stiff, and he almost held his breath before he lifted the fork to the major general's mouth with a slow speed.
He glanced at the major general's face.
The major general sat there quietly, his eyes slightly lowered, and his slender eyelashes cast rose-colored shadows on his ice-like skin.
The hair that was as black as the deepest night was scattered around the cheeks, presenting an extreme but beautiful contrast with the snow-white skin.
The light-colored lips are very thin, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window, with a pearly luster.
I don't know why, Mute felt his face burning up in an instant, and he suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed, and he didn't even dare to look at that extremely handsome face, but lowered his eyes to confirm that the fork was raised to the major general mouth, quickly looked away to the side.
Because he moved too fast, he couldn't see the major general's slightly raised lips.
The cold thin lips parted, revealing the white teeth inside.
Major General Troll opened his mouth to bite the food brought to his mouth—
snap!
The door was opened heavily, and a sweaty red-haired man appeared at the door out of breath, and opened his mouth to yell.
"Boss, are you okay? I heard that you were attacked together with that little guy! How is it?! Is the injury serious? I'm going to—"
The remaining half of Robin's words were stuck in his throat.
He opened his eyes wide, watching the scene in the room where the boy was feeding his boss, which could be described as horrifying to him, his eyeballs were about to protrude.
Under Robin's almost horrified gaze, Mutt's face flushed red all of a sudden.
He put down the fork with a snap and stood up abruptly.
"I'd better go get a bowl of porridge." He blushed and said, "That's easy to digest."
As he spoke, he ran over in a hurry, past Robin who was standing stupidly at the door.
No no no - don't go! You go on! When I haven't been here!
The red-haired major, who watched Mute leave and finally reacted, wailed in his heart.
"I will go with you!"
As he said this, he pulled his legs and wanted to follow.
But a cold cry from behind made his legs freeze in place as if they were frozen.
"Robin, come here."
The major general sitting on the sofa said in a calm tone, without any emotion.
Do you know what despair is
At this moment, Robin only had this sentence echoing in his mind.
Wiping his face vigorously, turning around with difficulty, the red-haired major took a deep breath.
He walked towards the boss of his house with heavy steps, with a tragic expression on his face.
Boss, begging for gentle abuse, err.
...
……………
Leaving aside the inhuman and inhuman lessons that Robin suffered, anyway, the meat porridge that Mutt sent over was left untouched by Major General, and he was taken away intact along with the original meals.
Then, the major general casually took out a bottle of elemental liquid the size of a thumb from his body with his left hand, and drank it.