Soul Mechanic [Interstellar]

【Sit in a row and distribute biscuits】

On the cooking table, various ingredients and cooking utensils are neatly placed.

Elsa touched here, touched there, and praised again and again without hesitation: "Did Qiu do these by himself? Not even in Daddy's workshop, it's amazing! As expected of the chief of the military academy." mechanic!"

Mu Qiu smiled embarrassedly, and said honestly: "In fact, these are old antiques, and they are not used in large workshops."

Elsa didn't know, but Mu Qiu knew very well that the canteen of the military area where her father was located used all smart machines, which was much more convenient than this.

"No, I think there must be something special about what Qiu made." Elsa said with certainty.

"I think so too!" Little Gore was full of admiration and trust towards Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu knocked on the solar panel installed on the sunny side, and said with a smile: "If I have to talk about something special, I'm afraid it's it—the appearance and function of these small things are all antique designs, only the energy tank is the latest, and they Don’t use energy cards, but use local materials.”

"Take local materials?"

"In the military academy, the dormitory I lived in was more than 500 meters above the ground, and the windproof windows were only allowed to open when the energy shield was raised."

Elsa blinked her long eyelashes, and guessed shrewdly: "Is it because of the wind? So Qiu used wind energy in the imperial capital?"

Mu Qiu smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think you may be able to imagine what it will be like outside the window when the energy shield is evacuated—of course, such a 'grand event' must be rare in the tree-lined guide school .”

Elsa smiled knowingly, "Since the materials are collected locally, then the energy used by Qiu on Star 3 must be solar energy!"

Mu Qiu nodded.

"If Daddy and the others switch to solar energy in their workplace, I don't know how many energy panels will be saved over the years." Elsa said thoughtfully.

Mu Qiu smiled, but didn't answer.The military industry affects the whole body. If the reform is so easy, it will not be delayed until today.

While talking, the progress bar of the oven finished the last frame, and there was a crisp sound of "ding--", which brought adults and children with different thoughts back to reality.

"Ready?" Elsa asked in surprise.

Little Gore also grabbed Mu Qiu's arm, and stared at the oven with wide eyes, as if he was afraid that it would fly away suddenly.

"It's ripe, but I don't know how it tastes." Mu Qiu said half-jokingly.

Elsa blinked and showed a clear look, "Qiu, I know that Asians love to be modest. If you say it's not delicious, it means it tastes good. If you say it's okay, it must be delicious."

Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing, and opened the cooling valve in a good mood, and a strong sweet smell came out along with the steaming heat.

"Smells so good!" Elsa admired sincerely.

Little Gore even grabbed the cooking table and kept sniffing, his big blue eyes sparkling.

For those who make food, the expectations of diners are the biggest motivation, and Mu Qiu is in such a mood now.

Rows of browned biscuits are neatly arranged on the metal baking tray. The shriveled red fruit pieces have turned into a crystal clear color due to heating, and they are scattered in the dough cakes. Just looking at them can evoke people Gluttonous.

Mu Qiu picked up the steaming biscuits on the plate, patted the remaining powder on his hands, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's eat!"

"Wow!" Apart from admiration, the diners, one big and one small, didn't seem to know how to express their surprise.

"Little Gore eats first." Elsa said and handed one to Little Gore, and then she picked up a small piece and took a bite.

"Oh my god, this is better than the one in the malt shop!" Elsa's eyes were wide open, and she couldn't help but admire before she finished chewing the biscuits in her mouth.

Little Gore cherished a small round cake with his two small hands, and chewed it quickly with his pouty mouth, and he didn't even have time to say compliments, so he just nodded vigorously.

Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing, "Malt Online" is the largest dessert shop on the Federal Network, and it has been passed down for an unknown number of years. He knows in his heart that his rough craftsmanship is not comparable to others.

Even so, the compliments from the guests put Mu Qiu in a good mood.

Looking at the happy faces of one big and one small, Mu Qiu couldn't help but see images from more than ten years ago in his mind. In that warm little home, the afternoon sun shines into the kitchen, and the little Mu Qiu is holding the cooking table, blinking. With big brown eyes, she watched the gentle woman pick up the biscuits and fill the entire plate one by one.

"Qiuqiu wants to eat the most." The beautiful mother said with a smile.

"Leave the most to Dad." The sensible child said quickly.

The woman's smile deepened, "Then Qiuqiu eats the second most food."

"it is good……"

Even though more than ten years have passed, those scenes are still so clear that every time I recall them, my eyes will involuntarily become moist.

Mu Qiu quickly turned his back and pretended to tidy up the oven, not letting the two guests notice his gaffe.

The little radish gently hooked the owner's arm, sending silent comfort.

"Don't worry." Mu Qiu patted the round head of the little robot, and responded with a mental wave, "We will find them sooner or later, won't we?"

Xiao Luobo felt the change in Mu Qiu's mood, and nodded happily.

At this moment, a soft little hand stretched out quietly, in the palm lay two fragrant round biscuits.

Mu Qiu and Xiao Luobo looked over together, just in time to meet Xiao Gore's nervous little face.

"I'll eat it for you." Gore said in a low voice, handing his hand in the direction of the little carrot.

Mu Qiu raised his eyebrows, as expected of a guide who can communicate with animals, the little guy is really sensitive.In contrast, Elsa is still immersed in the delicious food, unaware of what happened here——Mu Qiu's heart twitched, could it be...the different colors of the tentacles are related to the focus of the ability?

Elsa's spiritual tentacles are milky white, gentle and tolerant, and good at healing; Little Gore's spiritual tentacles are sky blue, clear and simple, and good at communicating; as for Mu Qiu himself, the spiritual tentacles are colorless. Could it be... good at hiding?

Mu Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and his intuition told him that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

However, before he had time to think about it, his sleeve was pulled slightly.

Mu Qiu lowered his head and met the two expectant little faces—Little Gore still held up his little hand, stubbornly wanting to give the biscuit in his hand to Xiaoluo; She waited for Mu Qiu to nod.

Mu Qiu came back to his senses, touched Little Gore's head, and then gave Little Carrot a positive look.

The little guy cheered and happily took the biscuit.

Little Gore also showed a big smile, as if he was happier than eating the biscuits himself.

However, before he could close his mouth, Fang Fang's robot also walked over erratically, its bright screen staring at Little Gore.

The little guy was stunned, staring blankly at the "nanny" robot in front of him, at a loss for a while.

Pumpkin, who didn't wait for a response, couldn't help reminding in a low voice, "Pumpkin also wants to make friends." It's not hard to find a little disappointment in his tone.

Hearing the silly voice of the "nanny" robot suddenly, Little Gore opened his mouth wide in surprise, but he didn't froze for a long time, but reacted quickly, and handed his dinner plate to the pumpkin without hesitation.

Pumpkin raised Fangfang's little hand, carefully picked two biscuits, and said shyly, "There are only two pumpkins, just like radishes."

Little Gore looked at the pumpkin, then at the little carrot, and finally returned to Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu smiled and explained to him, "His name is Pumpkin, and this one is Carrot. Will Gore be their friend?"

"Yes! Gore is willing!" The little guy nodded hastily.

Pumpkin and Carrot also expressed their attitude, "We are also willing to be friends with Gore!"

The three new friends giggled, and Mu Qiu's spiritual realm received bursts of joyful mental waves.

Little Gore stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Mu Qiu's ear and whispered, "Is it a secret?"

Mu Qiu bent down and followed his example and whispered back: "It's a secret."

The little guy nodded seriously, looked back at Elsa quietly, and then took the two new friends to a hidden place.

The three little guys hid in the corner, sharing cookies and communicating in low voices.

"Can pumpkins eat biscuits?" Little Gore asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Pumpkin replied naively.

"Carrots are fine too!" The little guy was unwilling to be lonely.

"Are other foods okay?"

"You can eat whatever you like!"

"You are so good, even our robots are not allowed." Young Gore admired with envy.

"Is it stupider than Ah Luo's stupid robot?" Xiao Luobo's tone was full of disgust.

"Carrot, Qiuqiu said before, don't call Ah A an idiot..." Pumpkin was rarely strict.

"Hmm... I forgot." Little Luobo was a little downcast.

"It's okay, just correct it next time, and listen to your brother." Little Gore taught like an adult.

"Yeah!" Little Carrot cheered up again.

"..."

Mu Qiu listened to the children's talking and talking, and his heart was very warm.

-

In the barrel-shaped metal building a hundred meters away, the sentinel with red stubble kept bobbing his nose and turning around the room like a large animal.

"Aubrey, you made me dizzy." Lin Qing said helplessly as he put down the information board.

Lu Xun pushed the frame, "I'm also curious, what are you smelling? Could it be that the disruptor in the conference room has expired?"

Speaking of which, Aubrey is a real S-rank sentry—although he has no spiritual body—his five senses are sharper than everyone present, and strange sounds, smells, and touches will make him restless.

"Can't you smell it? It smells so sweet, sweet, like, like... Mom's smell!" Aubrey scratched his ears and finally thought of a word that he thought was appropriate.

"Aubrey, don't forget that we are all students in the junior class." Lin Qing looked at him with a complicated expression, and was very speechless-most of the children of the military academy's junior class were the children of martyrs.

Aubrey pursed his lips, and it was rare for him to be smart, "I mean it tastes like my mother, that is, the delicious taste that my mother makes."

Lin Qing squinted at him, "Do you have a mother?"

"I'm just saying it looks like it! I'm too lazy to tell you." Aubrey looked at Chu Qingtian pitifully, "Boss, someone must be cooking delicious food, let's go and grab it!"