The sturdy brother dressed as an interstellar female

In the vast expanse of the interstellar space, a civilian ship converted from a warship is sailing. They have been drifting in space for more than a month, and their destination is the planet Sika.

"His Majesty requests to connect..."

"Left parent request to connect..."

"Admiral Wei requests to connect..."

After setting the communicator to the Do Not Disturb mode, the world was instantly clean. Zuo Yue stood up from the driver's seat, made himself a cup of coffee, leaned against the wall, crossed his slender legs, and looked at the starry sky outside the porthole.

The twinkling planets and meteorites passing by are very beautiful. You can ask Xue Ming to watch them together on the return journey.

Married for so long, it seems his hen-husband never took Star Trek.

A light screen was suddenly projected out of thin air in the rest cabin, and a naive robotic bug rolled to the center of the screen, shaking its head to the left.

"This is the 108th communication I have rejected for you, Xiongzhu." The upgraded little O no longer lives in the body of the low-end version of the machine butler. Now it has no entity and is active in the vast ocean of the Internet. But it is applicable to all mechanical bodies at the same time.

It can be said that it can control all networked machines as long as Zuo Yue thinks about it, from a battleship to a warship mastermind to a sweeping robot.

"You have been missing for more than a month, Your Majesty is not crazy, the ministers are going crazy, and they are all looking forward to your return soon." Xiao O said.

Zuo Yue took a sip of his coffee, looking unhurried.

"I have already handed in my resignation, what can I do if His Majesty is holding on to me?"

His eyebrows were raised slightly, revealing a somewhat sharp arc, which looked a bit like Xue Ming at first glance.

Compared with eight years ago, Zuo Yue's appearance didn't seem to have changed, except for a pair of amber eyes looking forward with bright colors.

It was a solid color, very much like some kind of fish frozen under the glacial lake, people were amazed and even coveted its beauty, but daunted by the icy ice.

The victory over the consciousness body is of great help to Zerg technology and medical civilization, especially the words and totems copied by Xue Ming have directly promoted their understanding of the consciousness body. Although the source of the consciousness body has not been completely found out, But only these are enough to raise the Zerg civilization by two degrees.

It is not impossible for the conscious body to become the new overlord of the interstellar, especially if they have mastered the wormhole traversal technology.

Before the era of Ayla, the transition technology mastered by the Zerg was not developed, and it could only be used as a military method to shorten the space distance, but the time travel of the consciousness group can go back in time and send objects to any point in the past. It's a matter of another dimension.

If this technology matures, it will bring milestone changes to the Zerg. Unfortunately, they have not been able to pry more from the mouth of the conscious body so far.

Zuo Yue pressed his forehead, and suddenly missed Xue Ming very much.

Everything eight years ago was still as unreal as a dream to him. He frantically fished the wreckage of the main ship after the explosion, analyzed the remaining gene sequences in the gas and compared them one by one. He even found Ivan’s DNA, but Xue Ming has nothing.

After capturing the consciousness body, the Zerg's technology has made explosive progress. The scientific research team hired by Zuo Yue finally put forward a hypothesis that a natural wormhole happened to be formed there when the main ship exploded, and Xue Ming and some other life forms were sucked into it. It was quickly closed, so no trace of Xue Ming could be found after the explosion.

After hearing this conclusion, Zuo Yue finally stopped the crazy days of locking himself in the laboratory, and instead invested the money in his private treasury into the scientific research team, asking them to calculate where Xue Ming might fall. I have to go out once a month, but I have returned without success.

Just a few days ago, the scientific research team gave him new parameters. The destination is a forest in the south of the planet Sika. When sucked into the wormhole, it has been torn and split into matter smaller than particles, and scattered in the starry sky.

If that was the case, Zuo Yue might not be able to find him throughout his life.

Planet Xika, the base of the Fourth Legion.

The cafeteria was buzzing with people, and for the first time, the kitchen window was crowded with people rubbing shoulders, all of them looked towards the front of the line like ducks stretching their necks.

"Hey, don't step on my shoes."

"Enough is enough, save some for me."

"Who told you to cut the queue, go to the back of the queue."

……

Xue Ming stood beside the stove profusely in sweat, waving a big shovel in his hands to stir the porridge in the pot, which contained the dried fish he found from the cafeteria. The stomachs of the kitchen staff made gurgling sounds in unison.

The early bird catches the worm, the first batch has already tasted Xue Ming's craftsmanship, and they are helping him at this time, while the crowd and the crowd outside the window are all following the smell, waiting for this pot to be freshly baked , so they can grab a share.

The others who were full poured sikami into the empty pot, and followed Xue Ming to learn and sell.

As soon as the latter raised his hand to wipe his sweat, a sharp-eyed man immediately handed over a towel; as soon as he licked his lips, the water glass was brought to his mouth, and he drank the water in the water glass in one go, and the porridge in the pot was almost ready .

"Open the pot." He picked up the towel and stepped aside, handing over the main battlefield to other colleagues in the back kitchen.

The big pot of porridge that was newly prepared was immediately looted, and the soldiers who had been poisoned by Sika for an unknown number of years almost burst into tears the moment they drank the porridge.

"This is better than the most expensive nutrient solution I've ever had!" one of the soldiers exclaimed.

"Hey, what's so good about the nutrient solution? Let me tell you that my family used to open a private restaurant in Emperor Star. This porridge is definitely an ancient earth dish. It is generally not found in the market. It would be more delicious if it is boiled rice!" A soldier also said that despite the heat, he took a bowl and started drinking.

The taste of home.

Before they became Star Thief, most of them had a good family background, and even a considerable part of their mother star was in the Emperor Star. It was only because the previous worm emperor was weak and greedy when he was alive, and they caught their wool. Wan Lun, who was still an aristocrat of the Emperor Star at that time, could not escape The poisonous hand, had no choice but to take them out of the Emperor Star and become a star thief, but he didn't expect that Wan Lun would agree to recruit them until they were sent to such a small dilapidated planet to retire and wait to die.

Unexpectedly, after many years, they could still drink a hot meal of porridge. The soldiers felt that their eye sockets were going to be flushed red by the heat.

"A little salt, a little dried fish, and an appropriate amount of water. First boil on high heat and then simmer on low heat..." Xue Ming leaned against the wall and instructed the kitchen staff to make porridge, and the latter was dumbfounded.

A small amount, appropriate amount, high fire and small fire... What kind of confusing words are these.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and finally all looked at Xue Ming.

He knew it.

Xue Ming sighed in his heart, and explained to them what a little amount is. The little chef scooped up the salt with trembling hands, and looked at the pot in confusion.

"Fall." Xue Ming grabbed his hand and fell in decisively.

The hectic morning is over. Fortunately, the soldiers are not strict at ordinary times, otherwise they would really not be able to wait for the breakfast porridge from the back kitchen.

When the cafeteria was cleaning the tableware, Wan Lun walked in again in a hurry.

"Hey, I heard that a chef who can make ancient earth porridge came to the back kitchen today, tell me if I found a treasure?"

The person who was speaking had already come to the window, and was bowing his waist to look in. He happened to see Xue Ming sitting on the ponytail, who had found a set of small pots from somewhere, and was making a small stove for himself.

"Eat alone, I caught you." He showed his big white teeth, and smiled against his beard like a wolf beast that only saw food.

Xue Ming's hands that scooped up the porridge paused, and a trace of reluctance arose in his heart: "Do you want to eat?"

He didn't know what he was unwilling to do, so he felt that it wasn't the bearded man in front of him that he should feed.

"eat!"

Wan Lun's figure flashed, he had already entered the back kitchen, and Xue Ming gave up his little horse.

They sat in the corner, which did not affect the work of the back kitchen. Wan Lun Da Ma Jindao sat on the saddle and drank a small pot of porridge face to face with Xue Ming.

After drinking, he didn't leave, but looked at Xue Ming with those shining eyes, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly from the inside out.

Xue Ming's heart moved, and he suddenly asked him: "Is there a communicator here?"

When he asked people, he looked serious, as if even the lines of his face were carved out of stone, cold and hard.

Wan Lun raised his eyebrows: "It looks like there is a communicator here? Why, do you remember anything?"

Ordinary soldiers don't have it, but he does. It's just an encrypted channel dedicated to the military. Eight years ago, after a bomb blasted the remains of the Zerg Emperor to pieces, he never opened it again.

Xue Ming: "No."

"Didn't you suddenly think of the communicator? You must know that some soldiers don't necessarily know what a communicator is." Wan Lun asked, with no expression on his face covered by his beard.

Xue Ming: "I now suspect that I am a famous chef in the stars."

"Clam?"

"Maybe the family still has hundreds of millions of property waiting for me to inherit." Xue Ming continued to analyze seriously.

"Hahahahaha..."

Wan Lun laughed out loud after being stunned for a moment. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Your analysis is very reasonable, but I regret to tell you that I know all the famous people in Emperor Star, including the masters in the catering industry. without you."

Xue Ming said "um" and stopped talking.

When he didn't speak, he looked even colder, like a hard stone.

Seeing this, Wan Lun felt inexplicably uncomfortable, so he hurriedly said: "Originally we had a dilapidated warship that could barely drive, but it was completely scrapped, and there were no good repairers in the base, so unless we encountered to the passing ship, otherwise you will have to stay here forever."

However, the planet Sika is an extremely marginal planet, and it is nothing less than a fantasy to expect a ship to pass here.

As for the fact that you can take the black ship to the next planet to buy things, it's better not to tell him yet.

Wan Lun's original intention was to let Xue Ming stay here safely. After all, the back kitchen of the base really needs this kind of chef who can cook delicious food. Who knows that Xue Ming raised his head instead, with hope in his eyes.

"Where is it, show me."

The author has something to say: Decathlon Xue Xiaoming & Husband-seeking Mad Demon Zuo Xiaoyue, the straight-line distance has been shortened by one step, come on!

感谢在2019-11-2205:37:01~2019-11-2305:54:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fish;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of fish; 6 bottles of 鵺; 1 bottle of sto;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!