Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

Liu Weiwei tilted her head and covered her mouth, looking at the man who stood up a full head and a half higher than her in disbelief.

Standing in the dark, he is tall and straight, his meticulous black military uniform is even more vigorous, and his complexion is cold.

Liu Weiwei felt a little tight in her chest on the spot.

Qin Mo frowned, "Aren't you satisfied?"

Dissatisfied?

It was a shock!

Liu Weiwei stepped back and patted her chest desperately, "You, you, you...Major Qin, why are you here?!"

She obviously locked the door.

"No one told you," Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin girl who looked like a frightened rabbit in front of him amusedly, "Is this my bedroom?"

Liu Weiwei instantly forgot to feel sick and want to vomit, "What, what?"

"You are my cook. The cook and the direct sergeant live in the dormitory."

"The first room on the left on the first floor is my bedroom. You can choose the rest of the rooms."

Liu Weiwei: "!!!"

She just felt that the assigned bedroom was surprisingly big...

"The last one." Qin Mo pointed to the package on the table, "The robot said to eat while it is hot, and you will rest after eating. The specific work will start tomorrow."

Liu Weiwei was so dizzy that she couldn't think.

But the three-dimensional major with long legs had already walked up to her and looked at it from head to toe very seriously.

"Fat again."

Seeing that the girl's chest had more obvious ups and downs, and there was a bit more flesh on her face, a hidden sense of accomplishment flashed through his eyes, which were all the nutrients he gave to feed her fat.

Liu Weiwei: ￣へ￣

fat?

Qin Mo's gaze finally stayed on her somewhat excessively pale lips.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will end my work and take you to the military doctor for a physical examination."

Liu Weiwei was stunned, tightening her arms tightly to Xiao Bai, who had been holding her head motionless since just now, "I can go by myself!"

Following her movements, Qin Mo also glanced at the white rabbit on her chest, "By the way, your pet also needs to be checked by the vet. Raising a demon pet is not against the rules of the military, but it must be checked and registered. It’s the rule to get vaccinations regularly."

The little white rabbit's fur suddenly exploded, and both of her furry lop ears tried to squeeze under Liu Weiwei's arm.

But Liu Weiwei was also unable to protect herself at all. Seeing Major Three-Dimensional was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly recovered, "Major Qin, I, I can move to another dormitory, I'm getting in the way here! I..."

"Go back and read the first article of the Code of Conduct for Cooks, Student Liu." A somewhat indifferent but not unpleasant voice sounded in the room, "Don't have any thoughts about violations next time. This is the military area."

Liu Weiwei swallowed, holding her heart fiercely as she watched the perverted guy walk back to his room, she just clicked on the floor with a soft leg.

She added a few spoonfuls of vinegar to the small take-out pot of skewers, and then she put a bite of beep beast meat into her mouth, touched Xiaobai who was still pretending to be dead, and quickly opened the backstage of the logistics cook. news.

At a glance, she covered her head.

In the afternoon, she was busy making Chuanchuanxiang. She missed a lot of news, including the formal work arrangements and code of conduct sent to her after she arrived at the base.

The first stated that in order to appease the sergeant who may be mentally uprising at any time, the cook needs to live with the assigned officer and observe and collect the law of the other's spirit fluctuations for three months.

Liu Weiwei sighed heavily.

But there is also good news. The Marshal asked her to go to the cafeteria to help make three meals. The monthly salary during the internship is 100,000, and all the condiments and ingredients needed can be directly purchased by the robot and reimbursed by the military.

In addition, she can also enjoy four days of vacation a month, and she can take paid vacation without working.

"People are hard to dismantle, I want to be strong." Liu Weiwei gritted her teeth.

After eating a few bites of skewers, I still felt a little reluctant, so I simply put them on the rabbit plate and left it for Xiao Bai to enjoy.

She herself finally ate the duck blood vermicelli soup prepared in the kitchen, adding a lot of vinegar as usual.

…

the next day.

Qin Mo finished his morning exercise at 8 o'clock in the morning on time, and ran all the way from the base training ground to the canteen restaurant.

"Hello Major!"

"Head!"

Many soldiers who came and went to salute him.

But Qin Mo's expression gradually became serious.

After coming out of the canteen, many soldiers were in a very strange state. One or two are lightly underfoot, with an inexplicable smile on their faces, and many people's lips are a little swollen or even red.

Even he met Lieutenant Lu who was fined forty kilometers for running at the entrance of the restaurant last night, and it was very wrong.

When he entered the canteen, he saw the soldiers sitting around a table inside, and almost seven or eight of the ten had turned into sausage mouths.

"Major!" Xu Wenchuan, the squad leader on duty in the cafeteria today, saluted, "Do you eat breakfast in the hall, or will you still pack it for you?"

Qin Mo's footsteps paused, "Pack it, the quantity is smaller."

Xu Wenchuan was stunned. Yesterday the big guy fought so hard to eat the last few bites of the skewered incense. Is the major who is tall and has a small appetite?

But he didn't have the guts to ask, "Yes, wait a minute!"

Qin Mo carried his hands behind his back, raised his feet and walked to the battalion commander's table.

"Young, major!?" The ten battalion commanders almost stuffed their spoons into their nostrils.

Especially Lu Qingheng, who was punished, almost fell into the bowl again with the food in his mouth.

"What's wrong with your mouth?" Qin Mo said coldly.

Lu Qingheng subconsciously touched his red lips and coughed.

The battalion commander of the first battalion was sitting directly opposite the major, unable to withstand the pressure of his sharp gaze, "Report! The Chuan Chuan Xiang in the restaurant last night was really delicious! We couldn't help but ate too much, some of it was spicy. fire…"

His voice is getting softer and lighter, which is a relatively modest way of saying.

In fact, a group of them were a bit crazy yesterday.

Since they discovered that Chuan Chuan Xiang was covered with red particles called dry dish spicy powder, it was more exciting to eat it in their mouths, they began to bet that whoever can eat more spicy powder is the toughest man in the barracks!

Then...well, everyone who participated in the competition was basically tragedy. When I went back at night, my lips were as hot as burning.

But when I eat, it is really refreshing and extremely exciting!

Thinking of the first battalion commander, he still felt drooling.

"Major, your breakfast seafood fish porridge, and two fried dough sticks, a cup of original soy milk." Xu Wenchuan soon delivered the packing box in person.

Lu Qingheng, who carried the mark of a sinner, stared directly, "Xiao Xu, it is not enough for our major to eat so much!"

"That is, do you dare to eat children's meals for our major?" The battalion commander of the first battalion sucked his saliva and choked.

Qin Mo waved his hand, "This is for Clerk Liu Chu."

"Um..." Xu Wenchuan was taken aback, "The major, I will get you another serving?"

"No, I still have nutritional supplements. Everyone's supply quota is fixed, even me, I can't be special." Qin Mo refused directly, picked up the packing box on the table, and stood up.

All the people at the table who said this lowered their heads in shame.

Yesterday they all ate more than one dinner, and they didn't finish it until midnight.

Lu Qingheng opened his mouth and finally couldn't hold back, "Major, Clerk Liu can cook by himself. You just eat your quota and don't need to bring her."

Just kidding, she does all the things in the restaurant, and the major needs to sacrifice his own breakfast to bring it?

"She?" Qin Mo twitched, "Have you eaten what she made?"

Not only Lu Qingheng, but everyone who heard this looked at their major in unbelievable way.

Of course they have eaten!

Not only have they eaten, but they are still eating at this moment!

Major, the breakfast for the children's meal in your hand is made by your cook!

Lu Qingheng almost nodded, but the battalion commander of the 9th Battalion next to him quickly grabbed his arm and successfully prevented him from leaking the highest level of secrets and going to the military court.

The battalion commanders looked at their major with weird expressions, biting their lips firmly.

"What she made," Qin Mo sighed. He felt that his ugliness could not be revealed, but when he thought of his partner who was almost killed, he lowered his voice and told his subordinates frankly, "This kind of dark food that is very likely to be fatal and crippling. You better not eat it."

"What, what, what?" The third battalion commander snapped the fritters in his hand and fell on the table, but he quickly picked it up distressedly, "Isn't it possible?"

Qin Mo shook his head, "It has a strong pungent smell, and the taste is...not flattering."

He thought of the sour dinner last night, and felt that today's taste has not recovered.

"Huh?" The commander of the first battalion stared, looking at the brightly colored fish porridge with crispy rice grains on the table, and the golden and crispy fried dough sticks. He swallowed desperately, "Don't be flattered?"

Qin Mo frowned, "I just remind you that I don't want Mu Ming to send you in before he is discharged from the hospital. In the future, she cooks, and you should stay as far away as possible. Since she is now living in the military area, there will be nothing to do in the future. Regarding matter, you should not approach my bedroom at will, so as to avoid accidental injury."

The head of the Seventh Battalion couldn't close his mouth, and the soymilk cup in his hand began to tremble crazily, "Mistakenly, accidentally injured?"

"After half an hour, you report to my office. I want to listen to the detailed report of Liyang Middle School's training camp." Major Qin left these words expressionlessly and left.

It was not until his tall figure disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria that several battalion commanders looked at each other face to face.

"Is there something wrong with my hearing?"

"Is the major's sense of taste and smell sick, or am I sick?"

"Wait, the fish porridge is going to be cold, let me finish drinking it first, and then discuss such serious issues with you!"

"Fortunately, I drank the delicious porridge first. Ah, did you think that the last time the major encountered the Krypton Golden Beast, he broke his brain during the battle?"

"That said, it's very possible! Major Mu Ming was in the same mecha with him, and both of them crashed, right?"

"This can't work. I have to ask the major to go to the military doctor for an examination. Isn't he serious? I can't praise it...this is definitely a bad taste!"