It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

On the first day of his official entry into the History Research Department, Mute felt that he was no longer able to.

Watching the group of white-haired and white-bearded grandfathers look at a n25 little yellow book seriously and study it, while your stomach is about to explode, but you are desperate to die back-

Do you know what kind of torture this is--

Anyway, the young man felt that it took more effort to return the full-voiced trough than to let him run for a kilometer.

... I feel like my body has been hollowed out.

Mute thought so sorrowfully, and went back to his room warily.

With a look of exhaustion, he stood at the door.

A small light screen with a large palm at the door appeared out of thin air, and a beam of light shot out of the light screen, scanning his face again.

Huh! !! !!

The metal door that was supposed to be opened silently and silently did not respond. Instead, the small light screen made a long beep, and then began to flash red light violently.

The teenager who fell on the bed waiting for the door was taken aback.

He staggered at the light screen in front of him constantly flashing red light, and it also showed the words [Identification Error].

Going the wrong way?

Mute quickly stepped back, looked around, and looked at the door number in front of this door ...

That's right.

Although he was a bit exhausted, he didn't even remember the room number he had lived in for a few days.

After making sure that he didn't go to the wrong room, the teenager stared at the red light screen with the words [ERROR] flashing, wondering if there was a problem with the system.

……and many more.

Mute suddenly remembered something.

In the morning, the major admiral seemed to have said that he would move in with him ... for the sake of convenience.

In other words, has the information about his stay here been cancelled?

Don't tell him?

At least let him pack his luggage ...

... Well, when he boarded the ship, he didn't bring anything, and naturally it was even more impossible to have any luggage.

He wants to change rooms, as long as people pass by.

The thought of having to be in the same room with Major General Leng Leng who was not so talkative at first glance, Mute felt a headache.

The Major General is not a good person to deal with, and he has a secret in his body. Once discovered ... he dare not imagine what the consequences will be.

If he really lived together in the same room, Mute felt that he had little confidence to cover up the secret for a long time.

Therefore, he still has to find a way to stay away from this major general as soon as possible.

He thought about it, and turned away from here.

He remembered the way he was taken to the room of Major General last time, but when he reached the stairway crossing, he had a hard time.

After all, I was taken away last time. Will the soldier at the gate pass him alone now?

The young man hesitated and walked to the entrance, watching the four soldiers standing guard at the door, before he could say anything, and suddenly heard two beeps.

He lowered his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the silver-white metal ring on his right hand flashing a faint blue light, projecting a small pattern like a badge style.

He hadn't figured out what happened to the metal bracelet that was suddenly activated. A soldier had already come forward and politely led him across from the entrance.

There was a huge cylindrical halo there, and Mute stepped in under the soldier's signal.

Suddenly, the bracelet on the right hand slammed again. As soon as he walked into the cylindrical halo, the beam that had been calm just now suddenly fluctuated.

He just felt that his head was dizzy and his eyes were black, and his body seemed to be torn heavily by something.

When vision was restored, Mute suddenly looked up when she looked up.

Although he was still in the same cylindrical halo as he had just stood, everything had changed.

He did not see the soldier who was supposed to stand near him and the stairway opposite, but the huge arc-shaped room, which was bathed in starlight and built in the courtyard, was right in front of him.

Is this ... momentary?

So handsome!

The teenager who experienced the transient magnetic field for the first time was inexplicably excited.

This is a scene that is always only seen in movies, and now he can experience it for himself!

Mute reluctantly walked out of the halo, the cylindrical halo disappeared into the air after he walked out.

Someone else was standing in front of the huge arc-shaped metal room door.

The door was naturally closed.

He hesitated at the door before raising his hand, trying to knock on the door first.

But the moment his right hand was raised, the faint blue light on the metal bracelet flashed again.

A moment of flicking, the door opened automatically.

... It's convenient.

The teenager thought so, and walked in helplessly.

It seems that his small dormitory was indeed cancelled. He can only live here honestly in accordance with the command of Major General.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes met the dark blue pupils of the starry sky.

The young major general sat on the soft silvery-white sofa, with his long legs crossed and his jaw slightly supported by one hand. He glanced back at him, and looked back at the small light curtain that was shimmering in front.

Although he was only glanced at, Mute was so nervous that he suddenly felt a little nervous for no reason. This tension made his body respond.

Gurus ~~

Mute: "........."

The old grandfathers went to work to sleep and forget to eat, and he was too entangled in studying the matter of Xiao Huangben, and he was tangled for a whole day, and then was attracted by the room change and the teleportation in the ship. I forgot to have dinner.

As soon as his stomach yelled, he realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

But after a toss, I was afraid that restaurant was closed on time.

He thought about it, but couldn't bother to be nervous or embarrassed.

"I forgot to go to the restaurant."

he asks.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

The young major general sitting on the sofa glanced at him again. Although there was no expression on his face, the look seemed to sigh slightly, and Mute scratched his head subconsciously.

The small light curtain floating in the air disappeared suddenly, and Troll stood up and walked straight to a wall.

As soon as he reached out, a drawer popped out of the smooth, metallic wall. He took out a glass bottle and threw it to Mute.

Mute took a look. It was a transparent glass bottle the size of a thumb. The lilac liquid inside reflected the beautiful light.

He held the glass bottle blankly and looked at Troll.

"doing what?"

"Drink."

"No ... what is this? I asked if you have anything to eat?"

"Elemental fluid."

The young major general said lightly.

"Don't be hungry when you drink."

A nutrient solution specially developed for various elements required by the human body.

Simple, convenient, and easy.

He thinks it is much simpler than eating, and going to a restaurant every day for dinner is actually quite troublesome for him. However, only eating can ensure the normal functioning of the body's internal organs without shrinking. Therefore, he has always taken eating as one of the daily tasks.

"………………"

Mute, who has been a member of the food industry since he was a child, said that the world is big and the meal is the biggest. It is absolutely unbearable for him to use this as a meal!

How is this different from a robot drinking oil?

He took a deep breath, lowered the lilac glass bottle in his hand, looked around for a week, and then his eyes brightened.

After all, it is the room of the highest-ranking officer, and even if it has no effect, it will definitely be equipped.

kitchen.

"Can I use it?"

Mute pointed in that direction and asked.

Looking in the direction that Mute was pointing, he also recognized the place where he basically used to make tea or coffee, and Troll raised an eyebrow.

"whatever."

He says.

As soon as he spoke, Mute couldn't wait to run over.

As the owner of this battleship, Major General naturally possesses the highest level of privileges, and all resources are provided to him without distinction and unlimited. So Mute doesn't have to worry about the lack of materials. Just say a word to the brain in the kitchen, and fresh ingredients will be delivered in a vacuum.

When he lived with that grandfather, the first life skill he learned was how to use the kitchen-because grandfather said that there was not much money, it was better to be self-reliant in many things, and he also taught him a few dishes by himself, and he He also took the opportunity to fool his grandfather to say that he had figured out a few dishes, and then made out the dishes that he loved the most. At the same time, his grandfather praised him and said that even if he lost his memory, his mind was still as flexible as before.

… I thought that in order to understand the ingredients, it took him only a few days to learn the common empire of food.

Sure enough desire is a great motivation to stimulate people to learn.

To be honest, what he ate in that high-end restaurant on the battleship during this time actually tasted very bad for him. The automatic cooking brain only focused on the nutritional balance of various foods, not on how weird the food tasted.

Whether it was Major Robin or Lieutenant Colonel Via, it seemed that the taste was normal.

When he first arrived, he didn't dare to make any comments, so he could only comfort himself and say, whatever it is, don't pick it.

Now there is a rare opportunity. Of course, you have to hurry up a few of your favorite food to treat yourself.

Hmm ... as long as you live with Major General, you can make your favorite food in the future.

Think of it this way, it seems pretty good.

To be honest, in fact, he did not cook much on earth before, because it was difficult to master the heat and the amount of spices. But now that the kitchen equipment in the future is highly intelligent, there is no need for everything to be controlled by the chef as before. For many steps that he is not good at, he only needs to say to the brain to do it. The key steps are all on his own.

Compared with those brains who only cook meals according to nutritional matching, teenagers feel that their craftsmanship is quite touching.

At least he can touch himself ...

...

Holding a plate of frying meat outside Jiao Linen was still sizzling, Mute took a deep breath of the seductive aroma, only felt that all day's tiredness seemed to be cured by this rich aroma.

Soaked in this intoxicating aroma, he came out contentingly with this large piece of fried meat.

Although he didn't know what kind of meat it was, he couldn't tell the difference between the quality of the meat, but he made a point of it. How could the ingredients for the major general be bad?

So he politely cooked the piece of meat using the method of cooking steak.

This tender meat has been cooked thoroughly, the meat film on the edge is lightly fried and crispy, and the red paprika is sprinkled on the edge.

The thick red sauce made from red fruit, which has a flavor very similar to that of tomatoes on the earth, was crushed and then boiled with sugar. The thick red sauce slowly flowed down the edge of the fried meat.

After swallowing, the teenager carefully puts the fried meat on the table, and then picks up the knife and fork to eat—

The young major general sitting on the sofa checking messages suddenly smelled a strong scent.

He looked up, then got up and walked over to take a look, looking at the thick layer of oil and the crispy fried meat on the outside, the smell of the spicy and spicy seasoning, And the sweet and rich sauce with obvious sugar content, he frowned, and reached out and took away the fork in Mute's hand.

Mute was planning to happily happily, but before a fork was too late, Leng Buding stretched out a hand beside him and took away the fork in his hand.

He's a little hesitant.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Major General Black's handsome face lowered and looked at himself, frowning slightly.

Major General unhappy?

why?

The boy thought for a moment, then felt that he understood.

He smiled brightly at Troll, then cut the half of the fried meat with the remaining knife, and put it on the side of the plate filled with a little fruit.

"Half of you."

He said generously.

Troll: "........."

Somehow he had the urge to directly hold the fork in his hand to knock on the forehead of the little guy who smiled.

Seeing that the little guy reached out to take the fork back from himself, he raised his hand to avoid it, and did not let the other person get it. He put the fork on the table.

"Don't eat it."

He says.

"... I've split half of you."

The implication is that you can't take it all so arrogantly.

"........."

Looking at his mute with a bit of grievance, Troll once again resisted the urge to pat his head.

He sighed lowly, and suddenly felt that his patience with this little guy was really good.

If this is replaced by another subordinate, he would say one thing, who dare let him say the second sentence.

"A burden on the body."

He said lightly.

This kind of food, whether it is sugar or irritating, is too heavy. Although it can satisfy the tongue, it is easy to bring some unnecessary extra burden on the body.

Troll's diet since childhood was under strict control, and he never touched any food that would put an extra burden on his body.

The nutrients and elements he ingests are the most appropriate match, which can give his body just the right nutrition and promote his strong body.

He has been strictly taught since he was a child, and even if he grows up to be the master of his own, he has developed this habit of self-discipline.

So at this moment, as soon as he reached out and picked up the plate, he turned and threw this kind of food that was too irritating and too sugary to the garbage disposal mouth.

The teenager looked dumbfounded that the admiral had taken away the delicious and delicious steak that he could hardly make, and he watched the scorched tender steak that was still sizzling with oil and went away a little by himself.

He swallowed and tried to sniff the meaty smell in the air with his nose ...

Seeing that the hole in the wall where the garbage was stored opened slowly.

Seeing that Major General was about to throw the delicious steak into the trash.

The fat steak was still sizzling, and the thick, bright red sauce dripped slowly, and the scent of that scent came quietly, plunging into the tip of the nose ...

The young man who was snorted by that scent of a scent suddenly slammed a hungry tiger.

Stretch your arms.

Regardless, he hugs His Majesty's bee waist from behind--

Let go of that fried meat!