All the stars thought I was ALPHA

Blair should have realized when Asa appeared, how much Asa's arrival would have an impact on his already limited personal time.

Look, even if Edmund and Carlisle went to the study to discuss work, he still had to stand here and prepare afternoon tea for Asa.

You know, he was originally trained as the assistant of the major general. He only needs to be responsible for the daily work of the major general, and occasionally he can go to the scientific research office to enjoy the treatment of the "medicine genius" who is full of stars, but now, apart from these, he There are more tasks of acting as a substitute driver and a private detective anytime, anywhere, and now there is another "major general's wife's queen pastry chef".

God knows, how much he hates desserts!

"Mr. Blair, I can do these things." Darien was very dissatisfied with Blair's behavior of stealing his job. Of course, he didn't mean to hide his dissatisfaction, "Please put down the dessert in your hand, and then Obediently go to the table and wait, thank you for your cooperation."

Blair placed the three-tiered silver dessert stand heavily on the table, picked up a silver fork and began to cut small cakes, turned his head to grind his back molars, and said very "calmly", "Darien, don't think This is what I want to do, if it weren't for the major general..."

"Sorry, Mr. Blair."

Asa's apologetic voice sounded at the door of the kitchen. Darien and Blair were both taken aback, and when they turned around, they saw Asa standing there leaning on the door frame: "If it wasn't for me not knowing how to make desserts myself, I would never bother you guys." of."

He paused, and then said: "If possible, I am very interested in joining you. As for Mr. Blair, I heard that you haven't slept well for several days. You should go back to rest early in the afternoon, and I will replace you To Mr. Edmund."

Blair threw away the silver fork in his hand very simply, stepped forward and held Asa's hand, his eyes were full of little stars: "Thank you, Mr. Greer, I will not disturb you when you are doing business with the major general next time."

What a kind and reasonable man this is!

Ah!

Angel!

Unaware that Blair had put a golden halo symbolizing an angel on his heart, Asa broke off his fingers one by one and said with a smile, "Mr. Blair, please don't touch me casually, thank you."

...So, Blair skipped work contentedly holding his almost broken finger and went home to sleep.

"Young master, you don't have to do it yourself." Darien looked at Asa who had already rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough to make the pine cone cake with disapproval. "The major general will blame him if he sees it."

"No, Mr. Edmund is a very good person." Asa took the rolling stick aside and looked up, "I didn't expect to see Huaguo's rolling stick here."

Darien said: "Mr. Zhou Chunfeng put this here. He likes to make a white pastry called Mantou very much. It tastes very good..." Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound in his ear. With the sound of the wind breaking, something flew towards Asa, he picked up the rolling stick as a baseball bat with one hand and knocked that thing into the air!

"...Okay." Darien's reaction was half a beat slow, and he slowly completed what he hadn't finished. Asa was still staring at the door vigilantly. Darien had long been accustomed to such things, and he sighed In a low tone, he turned to the door and said, "Mr. Mills, please don't shoot at the Marshal's Mansion at will, thank you."

"Mills?" Asa put down the rolling pin in his hand and looked suspiciously at the door.

Mills Edro came in from the door leisurely, playing with a small, strangely shaped small gun in his hand: "The new gadgets developed by the Scientific Research Department look light and easy to use. It’s not bad, thanks to your cooperation, Greer, you can always surprise me, which makes me look forward to the next time.”

"There won't be a next time, Mr. Mills." Asa was a little depressed. He looked at the bullet holes on the rolling pin and the bullets deeply embedded in it. "Is there anyone like you as a teacher?"

"Why not?" Mills took a white sugar cube from the plate and threw it into his mouth, lazily leaning against the table, "That's how I was trained back then, if my glands weren't damaged, Now I have to be a lieutenant general."

"Excuse my presumption, but I can ask," said Asa, abandoning the rolling pin, and with Darien's help, he obtained several strange-looking red eggs, which he cracked in a clean In a white porcelain bowl, only the egg whites are left and beaten with an egg beater. Although everything here is not very familiar to him, but fortunately, there are still some necessary tools, "Mr. Mills' glands, why? Will it hurt?"

Mills watched the egg whites become clear under his hands, and didn't speak. Darien looked at Mills' face and saw that he was no different from normal, so he thought about it and explained to Asa: "Mr. Edro Once a valiant Imperial soldier, too."

"So, it's war?" Asa paused and mixed the egg whites and dough together. Darien watched his movements curiously. He had never seen anyone mix these two things together. Asa What will happen, he is curious.

Mills raised his head, with a hint of confusion in his expression: "Is it war? Is it war? Why did the war start? Is it hatred? Is it competition? Or protection? Even you, Greer, if one day, you will go to After leaving the battlefield, what will you fight for?"

Back then, he was about the same age as Asa, and he only had passion in his heart. At that age when he was not afraid of anything, he had everything he could have and lost everything he could lose.

However, after the war, he looked at the devastated empire and the sad-faced citizens of the empire with his wounds all over his body. For a moment, he couldn't tell why he had the courage to stand amidst the smoke, to be with the hail of bullets, Seeing the feeling of his companion dying beside him, he never wanted to experience it again in his life.

That's why he gave up Carlisle's retention after the war and resolutely joined the scientific research department.

Outside the door, Carlisle and Edmund had just finished a secret conversation. As soon as they came down from the stairs, they heard what Mills said. Carlisle was also a little curious. Although he didn't know where the conversation started, he wanted to hear it very much. Listen to Asa's answer.

With his head down, Asa kneaded the dough under his hand into the shape of a cat's head with the mold Darien handed him, and placed them one by one on the baking tray. Said: "I can choose to be a great man, fight for the empire, and take risks for the sake of citizens, or I can choose to be a layman, only for the people I love, to fight hard, to work hard, these two choices are right for everyone. Both are fair, because no matter which one you choose, it makes sense."

"Things like meaning have no meaning in themselves." Mills interrupted him, his voice trembling, "everyone spends his life following is the product of selfishness, to be a great man, for fame and glory, for vanity and Appreciation, will eventually betray the family, to be a layman, after all, is not righteous."

Asa looked up at him: "No, everyone is ordinary, how can one thing ask for the best of both worlds? And, I think, you already have your own answer, don't you, Mr. Mills?"

Mills froze, unable to speak for a moment.

answer?

He thought that after hearing Asa's words, he did have the answer.

"Stay here and have something to eat, Mr. Mills." Darien brought tea for the two of them, turned around and wanted to go out to have a look, but saw his marshal and major general standing straight at the door of the kitchen, "Marshal..."

Edmund signaled him not to disturb the people inside, and dragged Carlisle away by the way.

"What are you pulling me for?" Carlisle wanted to continue to listen to what was going on inside, feeling rather depressed being dragged away by Edmund.

Edmund looked back at him: "Asa is making dessert, don't you want to eat it?"

Carlisle glared at him: "It's not big or small, why can't I eat what my daughter-in-law made?"

"I'm his partner, what are you?"

Carlisle was angry: "...I am your father!"

……

Mills gave the newly developed gun to Asa, and before Asa was about to refuse in surprise, he pressed Asa's hand: "This gun is made by imitating General Lu's gun, although Not quite as good as the original, but I thought it would be a good engagement gift."

He lowered his head and walked down the steps of the Marshal's Mansion. Mills had sneaked out, and the thought of going back would give him a headache. For some reason, he suddenly began to miss the wanton time in the army.

He thought that the child Asa was born for this world. When he recalled the bag he gave Asa today, his eyes became sharp and resolute. Wrong choice, you must die.

"Mills! Mr. Mills!"

Someone called Mills' name. He blocked the sun with his hand and looked over. He saw a photon motorcycle parked not far away. A tall man straddled the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and looked towards Looking at Mills with a silly smile.

"Mr. Mills, you're finally out. I've been waiting here for a long time." Gomez stepped out of the car, rushed forward and picked him up. Regardless of Mills' struggle, he insisted on hugging him. He turned around several times before putting him on the back seat of the motorcycle, "Let's go back, Mr. Mills, I bought the goo-gu meat you like to eat."

Mills looked at the back of the thick and strong BETA in front of him, and suddenly reached out and patted him: "You dare to drive out the private car of the scientific research department, you are not afraid that old guy Cleland will sue you later!"

In the voice of Gomez repeatedly promising that there would be no next time, he looked at the boy whose eyes were all about him, and he thought that he had found someone he could fight for all his life.

Behind them, Asa knocked on the door of Edmund's study with the cat's head egg cake that had just been baked.

The door closed behind him, and the sun dappled the door through the window.