Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

Liu Weiwei received a notice in the morning, or it was a task assigned by the Logistics Department.

As a cook in the cafeteria, she will assist in an immediate youth training experience activity.

The location is in the southeast area of ​​the military base. The number of young people is estimated to be 100. Please cooperate with her to provide meals in the cafeteria.

Liu Weiwei's somewhat confused brain instantly awoke.

"Youth military training? Our base will do this?"

Liu Weiwei immediately asked the major comrade who was holding the little bun to change the diaper.

Major Qin squinted, "Have you been notified?"

Personal tasks cannot be disclosed.

Even if he is at home, he will not account for the tasks that he will perform or are performing.

The child is so **** hearted, and I don't know if he trusts him or is unorganized and undisciplined.

He pressed his temples, feeling that it was most likely the latter.

Major Qin lowered his head, rubbed his palm against her delicate neck, and pressed it directly into his arms.

Liu Weiwei's mouth was immediately blocked, "Um..."

"In the future, when you receive a task, first look at the level of confidentiality, and then consider whether you want to say it." Qin Mo knows that a woman's gossip ability is innate, and the desire to gossip is uncontrollable. Hope must be given to her. Leaving a mouthful will not deepen depression or break the rules.

Liu Weiwei was short of breath and was kissed so dizzy, until the smell of baba came from her nose, she collapsed to straighten the man and push away.

"Don't make trouble! I'm making breakfast, why did you come in with a change of diapers?"

She hadn't noticed it just now, but the attack power of Xiao Baozi's mine was too great.

When she turned around, she had to ask the doctor how could it be so smelly and if she had eaten something that shouldn't be eaten.

Liu Weiwei instantly fell into Bao Ma's worried thinking.

"Hey, Roubao, your mother dislikes you and thinks you are stinky. She wants to drive us out, mother is so cruel, father can only hand you over to the robot."

Liu Weiwei:...

"Can you still have a good chat?"

"Then listen to me."

"Ah, mission..." Liu Weiwei glanced at it, her expression strange, "I thought it wouldn't matter if I said it like this. After all, the training camp is held in the military camp. Don't everyone know by then?"

Qin Mo handed Baozi to the robot and took a picture of her little ass, "No one knows now, that's a secret mission. Unless the entire military camp is made public, I can't say it to Xu Hui, me, or anyone for the time being. Unless. Set out our right to know."

Liu Weiwei was embarrassed and immediately realized her mistake.

Major Qin kissed her, "It's very beautiful today."

Liu Weiwei blushed instantly. She applied a mask last night.

The straight steel man would praise her too.

"Good haircut, spirit."

Liu Weiwei was stunned, she reached out and touched the messy straw she pierced in the kitchen, "..."

Straight or straight, nothing has changed.

But learned to change the subject, huh!

**

On the other hand, when he received the breakfast from the cafeteria robot again in the morning, Saibandes couldn't help but smile.

"That lovely female chef, didn't you come to see me in person? When she got the answer, she abandoned me."

The robot stood motionless and said, "If you are talking about worker Liu Chu, she is married and childbirth, please keep a safe distance. Otherwise, your whole bones will be crushed by others."

The corners of Saibandes' mouth twitched.

He instantly remembered that in the ward next door, he seemed to see the tall figure leaning against the window that day. Now, when he recalled, he did smell of danger all over his body.

"Well, it's breakfast time, let us forget those irrelevant things." Saibandes calmly and gracefully lifted up the sleeves of his hospital gown, he was about to roll up his big back, his expression suddenly changed. Full of expectation.

He looked at the lunch box on the small table, moved his nose first, sniffed the air vigorously, showing an exaggerated expression of contentment and intoxication.

"Oh~"

"Can you play some music for me? An unknown robot."

The display screen of the canteen robot was once black.

"What do you need to listen to? "We are all sought-after", "The People's Sun", "The Soldier", or the modern version of "This Planet is Our Mother", "Warcraft, Surrender!", " Open the Mech", "It's not a man who has never been a soldier"..."

Saibandes looked sluggish for an instant, "Be more elegant, don't be so rude, okay? Meal time, the rhythm should be light and brisk to increase appetite."

"The music library search is complete, no."

"...I can't communicate with you well, OK, I'll just eat."

Saibandes looked reluctantly.

But after he opened the lid of the lunch box, his expression changed, "Oh, this elegant breakfast, it is simply a moving piece of music by itself."

"Oh my God, isn't this just the opened sheet music?"

"One morning, let me wander in the beautiful music notation, this beautiful and charming funny female chef is really cute and fascinated me..."

robot:! ?

Saibandes lowered his head.

I saw in the lunch box on the small table, the soup was clear and reddish, shining brightly, but on the gem mirror, there were faintly lying beautiful pure white lines, and it was covered with layers, as if it were falling. Green and golden broken gems.

It's like a stave, stringed up with floating musical notes, playing an exciting symphony in a bowl.

"What's this called? This is noodles. Oh, look at its color. It is so white and charming. It looks more beautiful than pasta. I want people to use it as a work of art and keep it in the cupboard forever."

"Oh...what is this beautiful green mini gem? It is so clear, in this clear noodle soup, it exudes a unique light, but it seems to reflect the color of the noodle soup. What a masterpiece full of fun. ."

"It doesn't look like a commoner's food at all. The appearance is exciting."

The robot had a black screen again, but it was a face-to-face answer this time.

"Shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables."

"Xue Cai?" Saibandes heard this word for the first time, "Is it a dish like snowflakes? Oh~ the name is poetic, is it a word that a troubadour can come up with? I'm in the family building. I have only seen such similar words in the antique poems and music I downloaded."

The robots don't want to talk to him anymore.

Fortunately, Saibandes also knows that enough is enough.

Although the excitement of seeing fresh food dominated his brain, he soon regained control.

He quickly picked up the chopsticks, and without hesitation, he picked up a chopsticks noodle soup. The noodles were long and slender, like a waterfall flying down, and there were yellow-green pickles in the middle, small and tender shredded pork, far away. Looking from a distance, it really has a matching beauty.

He admired it for a while, then turned on the Zhinao camera and started taking pictures.

After taking a few shots in a row, he stopped.

He already had some cool noodles in his mouth.

"Well…"

He let out a slight sigh, but quickly hissed, and put the noodles of the chopsticks into his mouth very cruelly.

The salty scent of pickled vegetables, the deliciousness of shredded pork, and the pure and steady smell of noodles, sucked it to the end, and splashed out some hot noodle soup.

A mouth full, like eating different jumping notes and elegant staff, as if lively music sounded in the mouth.

[Today's Civilian Cuisine: A bowl of noodles that let the notes beat in the mouth. 】

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He started with one bite and wanted to eat again, but the noodles were a bit hot.

So he enthusiastically pushed such a log update on his personal web page.

When I was about to continue enjoying, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Tighten the long legs of the army pants, stepped directly in, and then stood tall and straight, with the same blond and blue eyes.

"Good morning, my dear brother who doesn't want to live."

Saibandes: "...Can you talk about it after the meal? It's not something a gentleman should do to disturb other people's meals."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a gentleman or anything." Mu Ming faintly pulled out a stool and sat down, glanced at the small table, he ate the rest of the noodles, "You have a good time in this clinic?"

Saibandes responded to his brother with crazy noodles.

Mu Ming pressed his twitching temples, "If you don't want to die, you should almost go. Go back to your hometown, what should you do, why should you go."

Saibandes took his chopsticks and said, "...We haven't seen each other for so long."

"This is not where you should be." Mu Ming snorted, "Or, eating people's food, do you find it particularly delicious? You will only cause trouble here, you will not contribute, and you will have a thick skin."

Saibandes blushed.

Indeed, if it is reported in the news that a billionaire like him has been recuperating at a military base for so many days, it would be disgraceful.

Eating taxpayers’ food, is this what the rich should do?

He lay here and didn't make any money, and he almost couldn't count the bills he had accumulated up to now.

"Then you help me contact Anna, let her pick me out, and take the people from the bank to the nearest hotel."

Mu Ming: "You have been dead for so long, still pestering others?"

"... She has been with me for more than ten years, you want me to change another secretary? No, no way, you don't find her," Saibandes instantly lost his appetite, "I don't want to work anymore."

"Well, I see. But now there is a chance that you can continue to eat the troops' food after you get out." Mu Ming raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to do it?"

"What do you mean? Hire that female chef? She doesn't seem to want to leave."

The corner of Mu Ming's mouth was raised, "Recently we have launched a citizenship experience project, which allows kids who don't know how to suffer to come in and experience it. I think this project is also very suitable for boring rich people like you."

"...Obviously you too..."

"In short, you can think about it, and then bring your friends, friends and dogs, to experience life in the army. The location may not be the base, but as long as there are people in the cafeteria, it doesn't matter where you are?" Mu Ming sorted out his bangs. "This It is also the meaning of the above, so that you don’t think about it someday and are ready to die."

"The organization doesn't want to work hard to save it one by one. It's better to do the necessary psychological counseling in advance. If we start this project, it will be jointly completed by the military department and the human psychology research department."

Saibandes: "You mean I will be a middleman, and then I can participate in every game, so I can eat delicious food?"

Mu Ming pulled out a smile, "Smart!"

"Deal!"