Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

On the second day of the snack street, at exactly three o'clock in the morning, a spacecraft stopped on the apron of the Lincoln Star Station of the First Legion.

Soon six men in white military uniforms, almost all tall and mighty, jumped off the spaceship and strode to the only bright light in the night.

"The First Army of the West, Clayton, George."

"Second Corps of the Western Division, Warren, Nelson."

"The Third Army in the West, Bill and Rogers."

"Come here to report and exchange!"

The Western District sent outstanding officers to conduct a seven-day training exchange. This was the invitation that Marshal Lear had previously sent to the opponent.

These six people are all at the rank of ensign and lieutenant, even in the early hours of the morning, there is no exhaustion.

"We can now have training exchanges without rest."

"Complete mutual learning earlier, and we can go back and continue to participate in team training."

Clayton, who took the lead, took a step forward unceremoniously, and directly stood in front of the two instructors of the Eastern First Army.

The instructor nodded, "Come here to pick up the supplies for the 7th, and go to the dormitory to put the luggage."

Clayton squinted, and suddenly felt a fist hitting the cotton.

But they went to the dormitory, and soon discovered that the Eastern First Army Corps was not as simple as they had imagined.

The six of them were assigned to different dormitories, and they were called in-depth exchanges.

It is very common for soldiers in military districts to communicate with each other, experience different training in their respective camps, and even compete with each other.

They didn't care at all, but they didn't expect that the despicable Easterners would split and disintegrate their small team from the inside from the beginning, splitting the six of them, and it seemed that they were about to break them one by one.

Lieutenant Clayton gave the other five people a look, pointed the communicator, and entered the first dormitory first.

The six of them came from different camps, but they had communicated in the first battalion in the West Zone a few days ago, and they cultivated a tacit understanding in the competition. In these days of boring flight time, they also established a chat group [attack the six people in the eastern zone] Tigers].

Clayton: Everyone has a good rest today and get enough energy. Tomorrow a lesson for these sick and weak boys in the Eastern District!

George: Ha, no problem. I just saw the instructor’s thighs, they are not as thick as my arms! Weak guys!

Bill: Three years ago, the Eastern District came to our team to communicate, and a guy was hammered by me and went directly to the clinic. Haha, it is estimated that they are now discharged from the army in fright.

Warren: Even if we don't sleep, a punch can break their legs. Orientals, no!

Everyone talked a few words quickly, but they didn't stop at all, and quickly made up their own beds.

I took out the dry cleansing and dentifrice from the space, sprayed it directly, and did not take off the military uniform, and lay on the allocated single bed with the clothes.

Clayton was slightly worried when he saw his teammates relax their vigilance in words.

However, he soon felt nothing. They had the shortest enlistment time of four years, and they were the ace special forces of their respective corps. It was absolutely impossible for them to overturn the ship in the gutter.

Even if all the Orientals in this dormitory go together, there is no way to threaten them.

Clayton thought, relaxed a little, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

However, he just turned over and was about to reach out and pull the quilt to his chest, but he came across something wet.

Clayton's feathers stood up, his muscles were tense and he immediately retracted his hand to turn on the brain light instrument.

However, the thing was faster than him, and it jumped onto his bed with a snap, and even stepped directly on him, making his chest tight enough to vomit blood.

"What!" Clayton sat up immediately.

A stench of heat and the scent of detergent suddenly hit him.

He turned over sharply, and immediately turned on the light instrument, but he saw a cruel dog's head leaning in front of his face.

With sharp teeth, the smell of blood came out of its open mouth.

The sharp blue ice eyes looked at him for a moment.

"Wow!"

A howl of a wolf immediately resounded through the dormitory.

Clayton almost rolled off the bed.

A sharp claw, between the electric light and flint, lashed towards his back with the momentum of thunder, which intensified the speed of his rolling.

"Wolf King Warcraft!"

"Beast tide attack! Attack!"

Clayton was almost slapped to the ground and suddenly shouted.

He knew that except for the well-known Qin Mo combination in the Eastern District, everyone else was an unknown person with thin arms and legs. He had heard that a company could not resist the seventh-order beast king, and the weak scum was in a mess.

But I didn't expect that a dignified military area base would be weakly unaware of the beast wave attack.

He almost died at the mouth of the wolf king, and there was no movement in the entire dormitory?

"Wake up, you all wake up!"

Clayton wished he could kick on the bed next door.

And the Tier 4 wolf king had already jumped down from the upper bunk at the moment, and his limbs and wolf claws were all stepping on his chest.

"what!"

Clayton felt that he could break one of his breastbone.

And when he was desperate, all the lights in the bedroom were turned on.

He finally saw the whole picture of the wolf in front of him. It was white all over, with sharp and icy eyes. It was as high as 1.67 meters, and he stepped on him majesticly.

He didn't have to doubt that in the next step it could bite his neck with a big mouth.

Clayton struggled to pull out the gun in the space.

"Big Ice!"

Clayton heard someone yelling, and soon he was held down by his gun hand, and someone helped him from the ground.

The surrounding bedroom seemed to have heard movement, turned on the lights, and even climbed out of the bed.

"Beast tide, where?!"

"Warcraft...? Where did it come from?"

Everyone squeezed to the door of the 102 dormitory.

The six big men in the 102 bedroom also woke up.

When he looked to the ground, he looked at the new brawny man in the West District suddenly and speechlessly.

The people in the bedroom next door understood it, and cut in contempt.

"Big brother, it's just a wolf, do you want to **** out of fright and fall off the bed?"

"Funny? A waste of emotions in the middle of the night!"

"Fear of Mao! What is Dabing doing after biting you? Seeing that your face is pale, the Western District is timid!"

"Wipe, I was just pulled up for training at two o'clock, and just fell asleep at three o'clock. Panic to report to the military! Whoa! Whoops again, I'm calling someone!"

Call you...huge!

Clayton collapsed with anger, a colorful face, looking at the people around him was almost as if he was looking at a neuropathy.

This is the Tier 4 Wolf King, these people don't report to the top, saying he is making a fuss? !

"What's your name, did you just arrive?"

"Don't be nervous, Dabing is the demon favorite of our dormitory chief, don't grab it to eat, it won't bite you."

Clayton's mouth twitched, "Big Ice?"

He looked down at the cold front, whose hair looked fluffy, but in fact, when he was angry, he looked like a cold metal wolf king. He looked at the young soldier who touched the wolf's head while speaking.

The Wolf King didn't respond, he just whispered in protest, and silently moved his head away from his hands. Obviously he didn't want him to touch it, but he didn't bite or attack.

Familiar! ?

Tier 4 Wolf King as a demon favorite?

Clayton's heart was immediately pinched, "Is this the dormitory of Major Mu Ming?"

"Thinking too much, brother. There are separate dormitories at the major level, why would you sleep with us?"

Clayton was astonished, "Who tamed Tier 4 monsters? The mental power level is very high, why have I never heard of it?"

The young soldier chuckled, "Go to sleep, brother. There are some questions you don't want to think about, otherwise it will be very scary."

Another soldier who had already climbed into bed also yawned, "Yes, go to bed early. The head of the dormitory is on duty. Tomorrow we have to get enough energy to go to the snack street, and Dabing will go to bed too."

snack block?

What's that again?

Clayton took a look at the glacier wolf who had already leaned back into his den, and found that it had closed its eyes and curled its head and tail together obediently.

Tema, what's going on!

Clayton's head touched the pillow, but he couldn't sleep anymore, becoming more and more awake, and could only open the [Attack the Eastern Six Tigers] chat group.

Clayton: Tier 4 glacier wolves appear in the bedroom, everyone is careful.

He was about to turn sideways after sending it, but he didn't expect the chat group to flash soon, and many messages flooded in.

Bill: I have a fox here, **** it, and I have Tier 4 visually!

George: You guys... you thought I was the only one who met. The bed next to me is a... gorilla... Tier 4!

Nelson: Ah! There is an extremely dangerous kangaroo, it hit me! But everyone says this is just a familiar, tell me not to be afraid...

The bad premonition in Clayton's heart turned out to be true.

Why are there so many familiars in the eastern bedroom? And seeing the people around you are accustomed to it, as if they were the only ones making a fuss.

Stuck in a daze all night, Clayton smelled an incredibly strong smell of roasted meat early the next morning.

Like a shadow, it is impossible to refuse, like a long journey of thousands of miles, and finally saw a golden-colored roasted whole lamb, the smell of irritating people's stomach gurgling, madly poured into his mouth and nose, making him sleep The saliva flowed more than half of the pillow.

Want to eat meat!

He has been in the army for seven years and has not married a wife. He is single so far, and all his savings have been eaten in restaurants during his annual vacation.

The scent is strong, it's almost like roasted lamb shank with a half-year allowance. The charming smell is like a Dick Sara girl, and it is unforgettable.

Clayton's strong self-control, let him know that this is a dream.

He opened his eyes, preparing to clarify the Warcraft incident today, so that the people in the Eastern District would know that even if one or two beasts were added, they would be no match for them in the Western District.

However, when he saw the opposite bed fully awake, he found that the fragrance was more intense, and he even heard the sound of biting bones, tugging and pulling tender meat, and then the moving sound of chewing.

Clayton got up in shock, and for the first time he saw the pot on the ground, the golden, oily, tender and crisp roast leg of lamb just as he had imagined!

"Wake up, brother?"

"We are going to the snack street, you can do it yourself."

Clayton was dumbfounded, and the others were all dressed when he fell asleep.

The glacier wolf on the ground raised his head and glanced at him. The eyes of the ice blue wolf contained the raging ferocity of beasts and the unerasable wildness. Clayton felt a little bit in his heart, but before he could make a defensive action, the glacier wolf was lazily. He lay back on the ground, tilted his head and bit into the fat leg of lamb, snapping and playing.

Clayton:...

Most of his half-year allowance was bitten off by this wolf!

**

When they gathered in the morning, the six-man team in the West District were all languid and apparently didn't sleep well at night.

On the second day of training, they didn't know if it was an illusion or what was the reason. They always felt that the number of people on the training ground was a bit small.

The Eastern District had a bad reputation a long time ago, and the physical fitness of the people here is weak, and it has been even more difficult to enroll students in recent years.

But even so, the number is not so much smaller than they expected, right?

Looking at the sparse, open-air training field with almost a hundred people, Clayton didn't know what to say.

"Today's training is divided into confrontation survival exercises in the morning and counter-terrorism attack exercises in the afternoon."

After the special order of Marshal Lear, the special forces who came to accompany the training are already ready.

The practice of confrontational survival refers to the temporary division into two teams to fight against each other until all soldiers of the last team ‘sacrifice’, and the other team wins.

This is a typical training subject between barracks.

"You can use any weapon and equipment that simulates the raid library." The leader of the Eastern Special Forces is Lu Qingheng with a pair of dark eyes.

Clayton glanced at him and felt that this guy was as sluggish as himself, and he was not in good spirits when he looked at him, and he was relieved immediately.

"Okay, then we have a group of six."

Lu Qingheng nodded, and immediately selected five soldiers, including himself.

"Can you use any means of attack?" Clayton confirmed for the last time. "You will admit defeat as soon as possible later. If there is a disability, we are not responsible. There is an old saying in the East that the sword has no eyes."

Lu Qingheng squinted, "Very well, don't cry later."

After retreating five hundred meters away from each other, Clayton made a gesture to his teammates and selected weapons to enter the trenches, waiting for the right time to attack.

However, when Nelson just buried himself in the trenches and wanted to show everyone the trauma he suffered yesterday, he suddenly trembled.

"There is a very bad feeling!"

"what!"

"Enemy attack!"

As soon as he turned his head, he heard George screaming beside him.

A gray hoof swayed in front of him, shooing him away.

"Wow!"

"Oh!"

"God, what is this?"

"what--"

The endless screams, one after another.

In the trenches of the Eastern District, Lu Qingheng moved his lower joints, but stood up and took a look, and decided to sit down.

His family is big gray, as long as he is in a bad mood, he will hit him, it is better not to show up.

"Lieutenant, your family is still very powerful, with one to six, ahaha."

"Da Hui is too strong, and I will run away when I see it."

"We lie down and win!"

Clayton couldn't believe that he was hit by a sturdy and somewhat fat kangaroo on the ground.

There were six of them, and they wanted a group attack, but they were all swept away by its tail.

He wanted to shoot, but found that the training guns were all simulated light, which was completely ineffective to the kangaroo. He was beaten to the point that he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

"Surrender."

"The bag fist has no eyes, don't be disabled, everyone is not easy to explain."

Lu Qingheng's voice floated from afar.

Clayton almost fell to the ground with chest tightness, "Is this, this is also a familiar?"

Lu Qingheng snorted, took out a small dumpling from the space and threw it to his gray kangaroo before daring to walk out of the trench.

"Have you taken it?" Lu Qingheng shook his legs in front of the six people with swollen nose and blue eyes.

Clayton almost broke his teeth.

Nelson even shouted on the ground, "Despicable, you did it on purpose! It beat me in the dormitory yesterday!"

Bill rubbed his eyes. "Are you the lieutenant who bent?"

Lu Qingheng's face went dark immediately, and the whole person almost shook.

"Damn, punch me! Beat until you are served!"

Yesterday, he was so angry that his eyes turned black at the clinic. He received news in the middle of the night that a guy from the Western District was coming. He was eager to wait for the sea to beat them today.

Wait until six men with a height of horses are all on the ground screaming, still gritted their teeth, "If you have the ability, don't let the monsters go!"

But the shouting was so, their hearts were shocked.

Unexpectedly, the Eastern District was secretly developing the taming of World of Warcraft, and there was such a fierce combat power of World of Warcraft, so that future fights would occupy a huge advantage.

However, when they wanted to get up, Lu Qingheng sneered and sat down on the spot.

Soon, an incredibly fragrant smell poured into everyone's nose.

"I haven't eaten breakfast yet? Come, take the nutrient as you like." Lu Qingheng sneered, but took out the incubator in his personal space with other companions.

He took out a bun and broke it in half from the middle.

The five special soldiers around him all smiled, took out a bun and broke it in half, revealing the rich gravy inside.

Pure fresh pork buns, spicy vermicelli buns, sauerkraut buns, plum dried vegetables buns, pork ribs buns...

The guys don't like to eat pure vegetable buns. The canteens are basically meat buns. However, because of the snack street recently, the buns in the canteen have been turned over.

It's okay to eat steamed buns in front of others. The smell of steamed buns is usually not very heavy. However, the most poisonous thing is that it is directly divided into two halves from the middle of the snow-white steamed buns, so that people can see the rich and attractive contents.

"What's that?" Clayton was already drooling.

He is knowledgeable, he has seen meat buns, and the other buns are actually pork ribs, which he can barely understand.

But what are the remaining two, one by one, the transparent and winding powder, the red oil,...there is another dark vegetable leaf mixed with dark meat, he didn't look at it at all. understand.

The eyes of the six men in the west side were almost all glued to these buns, but they were stuffed into their mouths as soon as they saw them.

The fluffy and soft dough seemed to have strong elasticity, and there was a slap-sized bun in the hand, but it was swallowed without two mouthfuls.

Even Lu Qingheng's special forces, the resident diners in the cafeteria, chewed a few times and showed an expression of unsatisfactory meaning.

The softness of the bun skin is like the feeling of stepping on the cotton with bare feet, clean and comfortable.

And everyone was temporarily trained at two o'clock in the morning, went back to bed at three o'clock, and got up again at six o'clock in the morning, all tired, almost instantly healed by the bite of meat inside.

This is a life-saving bun, as if giving them a breath of immortality, completely awakening people from head to toe.

"I don't like to eat vegetables, but the taste of this plum dried vegetable bun is so curious that it can't be described in words." A young soldier next to Lu Qingheng, who looks like only twenty years old at most, has a mental brush. , Holding the buns is almost intoxicated and about to lie down on the ground.

"Really? You're exaggerating again, Xiao Tie!" The tall man next to him was slightly paler, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He said that the two halves of meat in his hand were stuffed into his mouth. Chewing with her cheeks, she couldn't talk anymore.

"I'm not exaggerating, you will know by eating." Soldier Xiaotie argued.

The six people headed by Clayton in the Western District almost nodded their heads involuntarily.

Eat...just know.

Give them a taste and be a fair referee.

Clayton swallowed. In fact, he hadn't heard of plum dried vegetables, but he smelled the special fragrance in the air.

They really want to know what it feels like it can't be described in words!

"Tsk, cool!" Lu Qingheng finished the first meat bun with two mouthfuls.

He likes to eat meat buns the most, and then he takes care of the other buns in turn.

Good things should be left at the beginning to taste. This is still the habit that the former chief taught him to be born.

He was a little skeptical after listening to his subordinates, and took out the second bun from the space.

"I'll try it. If it's not as delicious as you said, Xiaotie, do a hundred push-ups for your brother!" Lu Qingheng was obviously in a bad mood today. He hasn't gotten out of the depressed psychological shadow yet, and the whole person is very irritable.

"The most wrinkled bag is the plum dried vegetable bun, right? The bun with the red skin is the spicy fan, and the pink is the meat bun. The sister-in-law's skillful hands are invincible." Another soldier slapped his sweat, "I love my sister-in-law."

Lu Qingheng said, "You have the courage to confess in front of the big demon! What nonsense, eat quickly, rest for half an hour after eating, and proceed to the next rescue training!"

As he said, he put the bun in his hand directly into his mouth, but the fierce expression he tried to make the previous second broke his work in an instant.

All the rudeness and stagnation, as if with this bite, the smell of dried plums bounced out instantly disappeared.

Lu Qingheng stared.

Liu Weiwei, a girl who was unremarkable at first, became like a goddess. How did she create such a magical taste? This kind of taste has never been seen in his career for more than 20 years. Learned from any book!

The fragrance of dried plums and vegetables is a special fragrance.

Seeing that the oily light is almost black and charcoal, but the scent is tangy, eating in the mouth is actually a bit of an appetizer of meaty raw body fluid, after a few bites, I feel that the dried plums mixed with meaty smell reveals a very small freshness. It is sweet and fragrant, and the taste is very soft and tender. It is completely integrated with the pork that has been cooked to a crisp, as if it was about to melt in the mouth.

"How about, battalion commander, I didn't talk nonsense, did I?" The soldier Xiaotie laughed, "You can sum up this taste in a word, I will definitely be your little brother in the future, the kind of rubbing your back!"

Within a few mouthfuls of Lu Qingheng, a dried plum and vegetable dumplings disappeared in an instant.

"Hehe, this is the taste of dried plums."

"..."

The six people in the West Side nearby swallowed desperately.

The special fragrance in the nose is getting stronger and stronger. It is mixed with the fatal and clear meat fragrance, which can be seen and smelled, but you can't eat it!

"Well, where did this bun come from? Can it be purchased with a subsidy?" The nearest Bill couldn't help it.

Lu Qingheng, who wanted to beat people all day, barked his teeth, "I won't tell you, outsider, haha."

"..."