Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

That night, the chat group [attack the six-man Tigers in the East] couldn't stop for a long time.

Even at the point where the lights are turned off, the information cannot be prevented from bouncing out.

Warren: Sure enough, I couldn't sleep.

George: You are not alone.

Nelson: +1

Rogers: The individual combat capability of the Eastern Zone is much better than I remembered.

Bill: Yes, I was accidentally killed today, and tomorrow will be another tough battle.

Nelson: Thinking of opening my eyes and having breakfast in the cafeteria tomorrow, I'm so happy~

Bill: …Let’s have a snack, Nelson, I always think they are not at ease in asking us to the cafeteria!

Nelson: Bah, then don't eat it! Who robbed my bacon today?

Clayton: Don't create internal conflicts. But I... think Bill is right, the East Zone is not easy, I feel my muscle strength has increased.

Rogers: Do you feel that way too? I thought it was my illusion.

Bill: +1

Warren: Huh? Why didn't I feel it?

Nelson: What are you talking about? Isn’t it normal that the training intensity is so high and the muscle strength is weakly strengthened? I'm still developing!

Clayton: If you have another day in the cafeteria tomorrow, you will know.

Bill: Well, I also think it has something to do with food.

Nelson: Huh? Hey, it's impossible!

Finally at one o'clock in the morning, the group owner Clayton said good night to everyone, and temporarily shut down the group.

And Nelson tossed around in bed, but he suffered from insomnia.

On the one hand, the discussion between his teammates before going to bed made him entangled, and on the other hand, he was too supportive. He ate four and a half bowls of rice in one go at night, but was finally stopped by the cafeteria robot.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

"Why does muscle have something to do with the cafeteria?"

"Damn Clayton, mute at critical moments and don't answer my questions!"

Nelson only dared to whisper and whisper. He rolled over slightly, not wanting to wake up the other roommates who had fallen asleep.

The moonlight outside came in through the bedroom window, and he could clearly see the gray kangaroo lying on the ground, sleeping on his side, his sleeping face looked lovely, but as long as he was awake, he had a violent temper. To punch someone with a fist.

He went back to the dormitory today and listened to the temporary lower-bunk roommate.

In this room, the big grey kangaroo is the boss. You can't make it sleep, you can't step on its tail, and you can't eat in front of it. In short, when he doesn't lose his temper, he is still a cute pet. Once unhappy, it is a hell-level devil.

The next second child is Commander Lu Ying, who is also the head of the dormitory, but he usually applies for night shifts.

The rest of the people, in order of age, are all old people in the team and have very good personalities.

Although he only stayed for one day, he instinctively told Nelson that the Eastern District was not as conspiracy theories as Bill said.

Soldiers in the Eastern District still get along very well. They have good food and magical pets, and they are also very active in training. The military style is not as lax and bad as the rumors. On the contrary, he still likes the environment here.

Nelson looked at the kangaroo for a while, and recalled the deliciousness of the tip of his tongue at night. The more he thought about it, the more insomnia he got. He squinted and fell asleep for a while until the sky was light, but soon he woke up with the sound of his roommates getting up.

He took a look at the electronic watch, and it was only four o'clock in the morning.

"Training? So early?"

"Hush, don't wake up Da Hui, let's go to the snack street."

Nelson woke up suddenly, listened to the snack street several times, and now he heard, "What the **** is that?"

The people on the ground made a silence gesture at him.

After the big kangaroo on the ground snored loudly, he turned over and almost fell asleep with his back on his back.

The five well-dressed veterans underneath all tiptoed and went out gently.

Nelson couldn't lie down anymore.

He did not take off his uniform last night, and jumped directly to the ground. The big kangaroo on the ground moved his eyelids and his nose twitched, but he probably didn't smell the unfamiliar smell or the smell of food. Soon. Continue to snore.

Nelson flew out of the bedroom in a few steps.

"You are not on a mission, are you going to eat? Can you take me?" Nelson, a big guy, doesn't feel cruel at all now, and his tone is too humble.

It seems that as long as he is rejected, he can cry on the spot.

"I will return to my camp in a few days, and maybe I will never have the chance to come here again. I can only drink nutrients when I go back. I drink when I am hungry, I drink when I am thirsty, and I drink when I am tired... Only then did you know that your rations are so delicious!"

Nelson was just venting his emotions casually, but he didn't expect that the more he said it, the more he felt wronged, and it really hurt.

"I also want to eat your rations, but I won't be able to eat them anymore..."

Nelson lowered his head, his muscular muscles almost burst into his uniform, but he was as low as a young man with no offensive power.

"Oh," the youngest in the bedroom took the lead and sighed, "it sounds pitiful."

The fourth child also gave Nelson a heavy look. "We have all experienced the sufferings you mentioned. We don’t know what food is for day and night nutrients, alas!"

The fifth child also looked down at his army boots, "In fact, ordinary citizens outside can't eat the high-end cuisine in our cafeteria. We are indeed as lucky as winning the prize. Big guy, cry if you want to cry, and I won't laugh at you. Once I went to the cafeteria, I shed tears. I couldn't believe it was the smell of reality."

Nelson looked at them extremely eagerly.

The third child gritted his teeth, "Everyone is a soldier, you can go with us!"

Nelson's eyes lit up instantly.

"We are on vacation today, but you will have to exchange training later and remember the time to come back."

"Yes, that's absolutely." Nelson nodded quickly.

The fourth child is a little worried, "I'll send a message to the company commander, don't be punished then."

"That's true, there is no admission ticket. It is estimated that the robot will not be allowed to enter the snack street."

A few people got together to discuss, worrying Nelson too much.

Fortunately, Lu Qingheng was on the night shift today. He was still awake when he received the news, and soon applied again.

Because of a certain marshal's nasty thoughts, Nelson's temporary pass was quickly approved. He packed his tickets without affecting today's training, so he happily followed his friendly roommates to the snack street.

As a result, when he stepped in, his simple worldview instantly collapsed.

He exchanged two hundred credits and followed everyone in, only to realize how monotonous his military life was and how boring his military camp was!

There is no cafeteria in his military district, and neither does the snack street nor his military district.

Nelson doubted that he had joined a fake army in recent years.

"How can it be so bad? My God, why does it treat me like this?" Nelson felt he was cheated.

When he enlisted in the army, he was said to be the best-welfare and strongest group army, but now I see that I was completely deceived.

"What's this? Marshmallow, my God, how can it be like a cloud? Well, it's so sweet! It's sweeter than what I had on StarNet when I was a kid!"

Nelson wanted to taste everything he saw, and he followed his roommates, almost like a happy little wild horse running off the hook, and he was happy to stroll anywhere.

The whole snack street is filled with intoxicating fragrance.

"I read the post and said that there is a beef fried dumpling here that is delicious, let's find it." The youngest stopped, and in front of him was the newest "Fifty Stalls You Can't Miss in Snack Street". Hot Raiders posts.

They are a group of people, watching the strategy and walking around, very purposeful.

As soon as Nelson heard it, he mobilized all his perception, and the small radar instantly stood up, "Okay, look for it! Kill everything by mistake, and don't miss one!"

"...Well, cruel, man!"

"Hey." Nelson smiled shyly, but soon he frowned and stopped.

"I smell it! The smell of beef in the air floats from a distance, and it gets stronger and stronger when you walk here, like the smell of a whole cow being grilled on a fire! Butter, The beef and beef bones are burning together, and the strong fragrance that comes out is right here!"

Nelson, just like the tiger coming out of the mountain, his sense of smell reached the highest point at this moment.

"There, only ten gift certificates! Ten credit coins!"

Nelson almost jumped up and rushed over to kiss the robot that was collecting money at the beef fried bun stall.

The robot wore glasses and a pink bib, and gave him a stinky look of contempt, and used a long iron clip to pick up a round beef with golden or even slightly burnt surface from a whole pan of fried bag. The fried bun was wrapped in kraft paper and handed it to him.

Nelson stared, as if he had discovered a new world, looking at the three **** pans about one meter in diameter in the small stall.

The robotic arm of the robot keeps rotating this huge iron pan to ensure that every bulging frying bag inside can be evenly heated.

In each pot, the full-fried buns lined up one after another, and there were almost a hundred of them all close together. When one side was roasted golden, the robot turned the fried buns one after another with a spatula, making both sides crisp and charming.

The sizzling sound in the pot, the heat that came out from time to time, and the lingering smell of beef made his legs unable to move.

Nelson held the hot fried bag in one hand while watching the robot's movement like water, fascinated by it.

And when he was reminded by the third child, he took a bite in a hurry, and was stunned by the delicious beef broth sprayed out of it!

Nelson shuddered, as if he had been shot.

The skin of this fried bun is crispy and refreshing, and it makes a very refreshing creak when you bite it, but inside is a large, round and lean chunk of beef, full of flexibility, and slightly curry-flavored, spicy, delicious soup The juice came out again, soaking the dough in the mouth until it became soft and flavorful.

Nelson regained his senses and took a few bites of the soup, and was about to dance in contentment.

The beef filling is extremely firm, and the hot juice is even more awkwardly pouring down from the top of his head, making him instantly feel full of power!

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was still dark, but there were already a lot of people on the snack street.

Nelson looked at the military uniforms coming and going. He didn't know if it was scalded or fresh. His eyes were really red this time.

Want to eat.

I want to eat every day.

Envy these people, tearful envy...

If there is a snack street in his military area, he would be willing to sleep only three or four hours a day.

Get up to eat such a meal at four in the morning, he can definitely work hard all day!