"Hey, it's a pity that his intentions are going to be wasted, the marshal won't eat..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The two orderlies walked all the way, and finally saw who the tall figure at the kitchen door was, and their faces quickly turned from red to white.
York trembled: "Yuan, marshal!?"
Not long after he was transferred to the Marshal's Mansion, he was working in the backyard again, so he had no chance to see the Marshal at all. This time, I had a close contact directly, and I was so frightened that it took me a long time to remember to salute.
Marshal Ling didn't respond, but just glanced sideways at him.
Just this one glance made him feel what it means to be "like a light on his back, and a sharp knife to seal his throat".
York froze in place, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
In fact, there is no need for Alpha to release his powerful pheromones to demonstrate the natural disparity in level suppression. It often only needs a look to make the weak side feel the most instinctive fear.
Ling Changfeng ignored the two silent orderlies, but turned to look at Xu Xinghe: "Where is the injury?"
"Uh... It's okay, it's not really an injury." Xu Xinghe answered the marshal's question perfunctorily, but his eyes were sneaking at Alan at his feet. I thought to myself, this cat is really well-raised, its fur is smooth and smooth, and it must feel super good. It will be great when I can touch it.
From Ling Changfeng's point of view, his little friend is drooping his head at the moment, his thick eyelashes are hanging down softly, trembling slightly like two small brushes.
It seems a bit wronged, and a bit distracted.
"Give me the medical kit, you go down." Marshal Ling's cold voice sounded from the kitchen.
The two orderlies fled with their medical kits handed over as if they were being pardoned.
There was a sudden shadow in front of him, Xu Xinghe looked up, and Marshal Ling had already walked in front of him.
Xu Xinghe leaned against the side of the cabinet with his waist, unable to retreat, he had to ask with wide eyes: "You, you... what are you doing?"
Marshal Ling looked at him calmly: "Are you prone to stuttering when you're nervous?"
Xu Xinghe: "... who is nervous!"
You old man has something to say, can you stay away from me!
Ling Changfeng: "I'll ask He Han to take you to the treatment cabin later."
"Ah? No, no, no! You still need to go to the treatment cabin for such a small injury?" Xu Xinghe shook his head while spreading his hands, with a red mark on his palm.
The treatment cabin is a high-end medical equipment in the Galaxy Era, which can heal wounds quickly, but the cost is high and the cost of use is also extremely high. Generally, only patients with severe trauma will use it.
What does it look like to lie in the treatment cabin with such a small injury? The degree of embarrassment is comparable to a broken finger and an ambulance is called to the hospital for three stitches. If Lin Qi and the others find out, they will be laughed at for the rest of their lives!
Marshal Ling lowered his eyes, and his different pupils swept across the other party's red palm: "Is this the only place where it's hot? Are there any other places where it's hurt?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He suddenly realized that he had been tricked. It turned out that the other party was just asking him where he was hurt in a different way!
What made him even more speechless was still behind, Ling Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his fingertips, looked back and forth, and then commented lightly without changing his face: "It's not serious—one-time burn, no blisters of."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He withdrew his paw like a frantic kitten, and walked sideways several meters away.
His fingertips were still slightly hot.
Ling Changfeng didn't try to persuade him to stay, and let the other party's little finger swipe across his palm, leaving a numb itchy feeling.
The right hand froze for two seconds, and then put it down as if nothing had happened.
Marshal Ling unhurriedly opened the medicine box, picked out a sterile cotton swab with his slender and strong fingers, and waved to Xu Xinghe without looking back: "Come here, the wound still needs to be disinfected."
Of course Xu Xinghe couldn't throw himself into the trap, his head instantly turned into a rattle: "I won't bother you with such trivial matters, I will do it myself."
Hearing this, Ling Changfeng raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he didn't force himself, just nodded lightly and said, "Well, remember to go back and get the medicine."
Xu Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, before he left, he didn't forget to pick up two cat biscuits and feed them to Alan who had been waiting for a long time with an already impatient face.
Then he picked up his steak and Xiaoqi's rations again, planning to go back to the house for lunch.
Unexpectedly, Marshal Ling raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and suddenly said, "Let's eat together."
Xu Xinghe, who was about to run away, turned his head stiffly: "Huh?"
Ling Changfeng repeated: "Let's have lunch together."
Xu Xinghe's mentality instantly collapsed.
Excuse me? ?
This is a lunch that I spent more than an hour working hard on! Originally planned to eat alone!
What's more, don't your elders not eat these? Why did you suddenly become interested
Sure enough, the legends are all lies!
But no matter how reluctant, after all, the ingredients belong to others, and the kitchen also belongs to others. Xu Xinghe spent two seconds thinking about it. In order to allow himself to continue to use the kitchen in the future, he decided to use food first to " Bribe" the owner of the Marshal's Mansion in front of him.
So he smiled awkwardly: "Let's go together."
In a blink of an eye, the news that Marshal Ling was going to have a serious lunch at the mansion spread throughout the Marshal's mansion, causing a thousand waves with one stone.
"Damn it!! Marshal won't take nutritional supplements today?"
"It's true! The steward has sent someone to decorate the restaurant!"
"My dear, since the marshal returned to the Capital Star for a year, I have never seen him eat natural food seriously in the house!"
"I almost forgot that there is a restaurant in the house..."
"Why did our Marshal suddenly change his gender? Is it because Mr. Xu personally cooks?"
"It's no wonder that Mr. Xu's cooking skills are so good, and the aroma of the food he cooks can be smelled across the corridor. Of course the marshal is moved!"
"Please, what does this have to do with good cooking skills? Isn't the food at the state banquet delicious? Isn't our marshal still not interested. In the final analysis, he still loves the house and the bird."
"I can't tell, this Omega method can do it!"
"Hey! Be careful what you say! I just heard that the steward went to talk to York. It seems that the marshal heard him talking behind his back, and he doesn't know what punishment he will receive..."
Although everyone chatted enthusiastically outside, the atmosphere inside the restaurant was actually quite silent.
Xu Xinghe sat at the dining table savoring the fruits of his labor carefully, while Marshal Ling quietly read the electronic documents at the other end of the long table, and from time to time picked up a knife and fork to cut a piece of steak into his mouth.
It seems to eat quite perfunctorily.
Xu Xinghe was a little depressed.
He wondered if Ling Changfeng's taste buds were damaged, or he had no sense of taste at all.
Any chef wants the food he makes to be taken seriously.
It's the same even if Xu Xinghe is just a half-cook.
If he had been dining with his friends, he would have started BB a long time ago.
It's a pity that the man in front of him is not his cronies, but the marshal of the alliance galloping across the five galaxies, so Chef Xu can only change his way to BB: "Well... busy working while eating is not good for the digestive system."
The man on the opposite side of the long table paused, put down the document, and looked over with a pair of different pupils that were born with a cold light.
Xu Xinghe suddenly felt a little regretful.
He stopped talking, lowered his head and began to pick food silently, while thinking sullenly: "Never eat with this person again next time!"
Just as this idea came up, I suddenly heard a voice from the opposite side: "En."
Xu Xinghe raised his head, only to see that Ling Changfeng had turned off the electronic screen, and began to concentrate on eating lunch.
Marshal Ling quickly cleaned up the steak on the plate with the speed of cleaning the battlefield, then put down the knife and fork, and commented four words for the first time: "It tastes good."
At this time, Chef Xu didn't know that even the highest standard state banquet had never been evaluated by Marshal Ling as "good taste".
However, this did not prevent Xu Xinghe from returning a big smile.
Ling Changfeng was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes.
At this time, he didn't know that this smile was only from the joy in the heart of a person who loves to cook after hearing diners praise his cooking skills.
It was just that he was blinded by that bright smile all of a sudden.
The satisfied young man has already put aside the complaints just now, and turned to look at the owner of the Marshal's Mansion with a little expectation: "Then I can always use the kitchen here from now on?"
The four eyes met, Ling Changfeng looked at the pair of shining black eyes opposite him, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
It took a long time before he spoke: "Yes."
After a pause, he said, "I'll let them buy more ingredients."
He wanted to say something more, but the smartphone on his wrist rang inappropriately.
Ling Changfeng glanced at it, didn't answer it, but wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I have something to go out, and I won't be back until evening."
"Oh." Xu Xinghe nodded blankly, not understanding why the Marshal and the old man told him this.
Ling Changfeng didn't say any more, turned around and went out.
As a Union Marshal, he has no marriage leave.
When he stepped out of the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, the special vehicles had been waiting outside for a long time.
Marshal Ling called back the video call of Adjutant Qin Yuan. The moment he connected, Major General Qin Yuan began to bombard him frantically: "Your old man is finally willing to answer my call? You are almost late for the meeting! Aren't you always early for meetings? Is Zhong here??"
Although Qin Yuan knew better than anyone that the Marshal was late, he was not late, and the giant Buddha would not officially start until the meeting, but because Marshal Ling usually has a strong sense of time, his subordinates followed suit and were very punctual.
Marshal Ling leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids when he heard the words, but said flatly: "It's too late."
Qin Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "I know it's too late—I've contacted the Air Orbital Bureau to open the S-02 emergency passage for you, please fly over as soon as possible... eh? Did anything good happen today?"
Major General Qin suddenly changed the subject and looked at Marshal Ling on the other end of the video in shock.
Ling Changfeng said expressionlessly: "It's nothing."
Major General Qin continued to be shocked: "But you seem to be in a good mood..."
Marshal Ling continued to say with a blank expression: "You are wrong."
Qin Yuan: "..."
Major General Qin opened his mouth, and suddenly realized something, so he changed his tone of yelling just now, and put on a playful smile: "I almost forgot that you have a family now, how are you? Newlyweds, last night Yes or no… "
Ling Changfeng opened his eyes, and turned off the video with a snap.