Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

As high-level mecha masters, as long as Ian and Qin Jue get serious, the money will come in very quickly.

For the sake of safety, they did not separate, but went to the union to pick up tasks in a combined form, and the therapist and the control system took turns at a time-although this would halve the efficiency of completing the task at the beginning, it could increase their level almost It is completely average, and also avoids the occurrence of some unexpected dangers.

After all, Ian is fine as a mecha master of the combat department. Qin Jue is now a helpless therapist. Ian can't rest assured that he will go out on missions alone.

A week passed quickly, and the two non-stop harvested a lot, the mercenary level quickly rose to B, and made a lot of money.

The first thing they did when they got the money was to go to the black market to buy an identity certificate for themselves-this kind of thriving reselling industry will not be missing in any era, as long as you can afford the price, you can turn into any identity card at will. citizens of a country.

Anyway, no one here would know about them, so Ian simply used his real name when going through the formalities.

In addition, they also spent money to buy an apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms, which was only about a hundred square meters—but the two people who were used to living in a big house where one side of the room could not hear the voices on the other side clearly agreed. A strong fondness for this place of its own.

Now in this unfamiliar place, being able to be accompanied by a lover, and to have an extremely warm place similar to "home", is simply as wonderful as a dream.

After the house was renovated and a large number of valuable natural ingredients were added to the refrigerator, the two people who had just escaped poverty returned to a state of poverty and poverty.

"Hey, I don't even want to go on missions anymore," Qin Jue lamented as he curled up on the dark brown sofa, hugging a soft pillow, "It's so comfortable here...it would be even better if Randy was here."

Ian naturally knew the legendary adjutant of the military department, and also knew that he and Qin Jue had known each other since childhood and had a very close relationship, but when he heard such words suddenly, he couldn't help but turn dark.

For the past two days, he has been struggling back and forth between the ecstasy of his wish fulfilled and the shock of his idol disillusionment. He just convinced himself to accept the way of getting along with the male god, but the name "Rand" is always on the screen in various ways.

Well, I know you have a good relationship... But what's the matter with always mentioning another person in this kind of moment that should be sweet between you and me!

Hmph, back to Randy, I don't have an exclusive nickname yet!

The little prince admitted that he was just jealous!

Qin Jue keenly noticed that his lover was not in a high mood, he stood there with a handsome face and did not sit down, the resentment around him was almost concretized.

Although he is sometimes a bit anxious about his emotional intelligence, but the other party is so obvious that he can't react to what's going on, then he simply has a problem with his IQ.

So the marshal threw away the pillow and got up straight: "Why, are you jealous...?"

...with absolutely no conversational skills.

But as the saying goes, face is justice, even if Ian wanted to show him that he was hurt for a while, but when he saw that face, he couldn't hold back anything.

It's fine to be pretty, but that's the face I've been admiring since I was a child!In front of him, there is always a feeling that he has done something wrong, what a swollen qaq!

He sighed heartbroken, and expressed his heart in a dying struggle: "No matter how good the relationship between Colonel Capati and you is, it is impossible to always live with us in the future..."

Qin Jue blinked and wanted to tell him that he and Rand had lived together for decades and hadn't been separated, but he swallowed the words wisely.

He thought for a while, brought the matter lightly, and changed the subject: "Don't worry, he also has his own mansion," although he has never used it before, "Didn't you say you want to cook for me?"

In fact, Ian was just taking advantage of the topic to make a joke with him, so although the topic turned extremely abruptly, it still successfully diverted the other party's attention.

Ian slapped his forehead: "It's noon so soon, uh...you wait here first, I'll be fine soon."

Qin Jue rolled up his sleeves: "What are you waiting for, I'll help you."

Ian opened his mouth and glanced in the direction of the kitchen: "Alright, it should be faster together."

Oh, I'm so nervous, just as nervous as when I was fighting with mechs for the first time!

Although I had consulted the imperial chef last time in the imperial capital, and I had practiced it a few times in private, I was still very worried that he would not like it...

What to do, Marshal Qin is famous for being a picky eater!

Qin Jue is unaware of the nervousness of the people around him. For him, the kitchen is not a strange place—their family always cooks and eats at home. As a well-behaved and sensible "other people's child", he grew up But there is no shortage of fighting behind my mother's ass.

It’s just that he’s lazy on the one hand, he’s busy on military affairs on the other hand, and… Rand has to worry about things in his life later on. It’s okay to ask him to make some simple dishes for himself, but it’s not good to make something delicious.

Naturally, a cultivator would not waste time on such small things, so when no one was around to take care of his diet, he always relied on various convenient and quick nutritional supplements to get rid of himself, and he didn't find it boring.

Sexual foodies like Qin Jue show great enthusiasm for delicious food that suits their tastes, but in fact, they don't pay much attention to appetite in daily life, and they can even eat food with hunger when they don't have the conditions. Immortality is the principle, and he never thinks of creating conditions for himself.

——But he himself has not realized that if the news that Marshal Qin actually knows how to cook gets out, 80% of the people in the Milky Way galaxy will probably drop their jaws in shock.

Please, even in ancient times when most people knew how to cook, the image of a marshal was completely irrelevant to the kitchen, let alone the current era when chefs were rare.

It's just a horror, isn't it!

The house was not big, and even though Ian had countless thoughts in his mind, it took them a few seconds to walk from the living room to the kitchen.

The little prince swallowed, and took out the ingredients from the refrigerator pretending to be calm.

The ingredients are extremely fresh. The refrigerator they bought has a first-class preservation effect. The palm-length prawns are still alive and kicking. The small ribs and pork belly are evenly distributed and bright in color. Fresh as if just dug out of the earth, with dew still hanging on the crisp leaves.

It's worth their expensive price.

The dishes that Ian is going to cook today are not too complicated - let's make some simple ones for the first time. In short, Chef Yu also said that the simple ones are the best~

He first boiled a pot of water, then took out sweet corn and carrots and began to cut them into pieces.

Qin Jue looked at it with his head probed, and said firmly: "You are making carrot and corn ribs soup, it's great, I like this very much."

Ian was taken aback: "...the ingredients are correct, but the imperial chef said this is called 'agate gold soup'..."

Qin Jue waved his hand: "Never mind him," he ran to look at the other selected ingredients, and he almost had an idea of ​​what Ian was going to cook, "You chop yours, I'll help you These shrimp lines are picked."

"...Oh." The little prince responded blankly, and then watched the marshal move his knife like flying with a speed beyond his reach, and lightly picked the head of the prawn, and a complete shrimp line was picked out. down.

He looked down at the half-cut corn in front of him again, and felt that his self-esteem had suffered [-] points of critical damage.

The two of them went about their own business. After a while, the water in the pot started to bubble and they stopped almost at the same time.

Ian poured the small ribs that had been cut into pieces from the store into boiling water, and felt that he was not nervous at all now.

He was guarding the pot, holding a spoon in his hand and conscientiously skimming off the blood boiled out of the soup, when he heard Qin Jue on the other side chopping meat and chopping vegetables.

Alas, at any rate... you are still in charge, aren't you?

When he fished out the ribs, he turned his head and turned his head to find that all the ingredients had been perfectly processed into the desired appearance.

Ian: "..."

Qin Jue snapped his fingers: "Okay, I will do so much, and leave the rest to you~"

Seeing that Ian nodded numbly, he waved his hand happily: "Then I'll go back and watch a movie, come on!"

After speaking, the smoke disappeared.

"..." Ian tiredly dragged out a casserole, filled it with water, and put the small ribs in it.

Well, it should have been expected.

Although it was unbelievable that Qin Jue was so proficient in doing chores, he quickly got rid of distracting thoughts and concentrated all his energy on the task at hand.

For most people in this era, the difficulty of cooking a home-cooked meal is not much lower than a set of B-level physical training.

Fortunately, kitchenware and seasonings were also developing at the same time. After tossing with those precious precision instruments for about an hour, Ian successfully made the planned four dishes and one soup.

He put the five utensils on the transfer device one by one, and found two sets of utensils for rice, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Steamed shrimp with minced garlic and vermicelli, four-color pearl balls, steamed short ribs with noodles, fresh fragrant chopped pepper and golden needle rolls, and carrot and corn pork rib soup," Qin Jue, who had been waiting in front of the table for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he reported skillfully A table of dish names, "Not bad, I didn't expect you to have such a high standard."

Ian smiled, and said frankly: "I promised you in Luojia, I just learned it when I returned to the Imperial Capital last time."

Qin Jue didn't say anything, and picked up a piece of pink pork ribs with a shiny and soft surface, but he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

He almost forgot about that—thinking about it now, did Ian already have a crush on him at that time? I took time out of my busy schedule to study.

There is nothing wrong with too much sweet concern on the lips, only such little things can best show your heart.

He took a bite of the pork ribs, and the rich salty aroma instantly burst between his lips and teeth. The combination of the softness of the glutinous rice and the tenderness of the pork ribs is definitely a top-notch enjoyment!

Of course, what is more important to him is the mood of being a cook.

"It's great!" Qin Jue couldn't wait to swallow what was in his mouth, with undisguised happiness and surprise on his face, "Is this really your first time cooking, it's on par with...my mother!"

Ian was relieved all of a sudden, walked to the opposite side of the table with a smile, and picked up the chopsticks: "It's not the first time, but I didn't dare to give it to others before... Since you like it, it's great .”

Qin Jue vigorously expressed his feelings: "I like it so much!"

Ian smiled and caught him a shrimp.

How wonderful it would be if I could just live here with him and enjoy the tranquility away from the dust.