The fierce and cute interstellar marshal is Tuan Tsao plush

Chapter 46 You can see it, but you can't eat it

Two sticks?
This time, Shen Xunhan immediately understood what he was referring to, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly thought of tableware that many foreigners would not know how to use, let alone aliens.

"Tableware...but it's not important, just return the tableware to me after you finish eating. Um...my cooking skills are not very good, you... just let it go."

She added without confidence that even for instant noodles, everyone makes them differently.

tableware...

The always smart Marshal stared at the pair of chopsticks for a long time, fiddled with them for a long time, and finally chose to give up.

The simpler things are sometimes the easier it is for people to have no clue.

He put the pair of chopsticks "seriously" aside, got up and went to the kitchen to look for tableware.

Unexpectedly, at the door, I ran into Lange who came out to find water to drink because of dry mouth, and walked around as a way to digest food.

Langer's nose was sniffing, what kind of smell did he seem to smell?
"Xiu, do you smell... what kind of smell?" He couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was food?It was the smell of food that he had never smelled before.

This taste is also very attractive to Lange, who also takes nutrient solution for a long time.

"Is there?" Albert glanced at him, and put the tableware in his hand back.

"Of course!" Their senses have always been sensitive, and even if he is not often outside, this sense will not degenerate.

And as Albert, who is recognized as the most powerful by their clan, it is absolutely impossible not to feel anything!

So, Lange didn't ask further questions, just watched Albert return to the room,

Something is wrong!
Lange felt that something was wrong with his elder brother!
He went into the kitchen to get the water, followed the smell to find the source of the smell, and sure enough, he finally came to the door of Albert's room.

"Just look at me and say..."

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his elder brother looking at the content on the optical brain seriously, his face remained stern, and the sharp facial contours became more defined against the light of the optical brain, as if he was thinking about something .

He looked around and found nothing in the room that didn't belong to this room.

However, it was not his illusion, the smell in this room was too strong!
"What's wrong?" Albert looked at him calmly.

Lange could clearly feel the disgust towards him from that look in his eyes.

"It's something." However, he has always been thick-skinned, and he has long been immune to his brother's cold face that can scare children to tears outside.

"what's up?"

"I should ask you this, did you hide something from me?" Lange was particularly sensitive in some respects.

"So curious?"

"If you don't tell me what this smell is, I won't leave!"

The pair of wolf eyes on the opposite side narrowed dangerously, stared at him for a while, and finally chose to compromise helplessly.

I saw him take out a relatively large bowl-shaped container from his space button.

Lange, who had been watching his movements, was sure that the smell came from this bowl!
Speaking of which, did he use such a precious thing as a space button to hide and eat?
With a "grunt", he swallowed involuntarily the saliva that was about to overflow. He just watched Albert take out the tableware again, and ate dinner in front of him. The graceful movements only made Lange feel more hungry.

I really want to eat... ah... my stomach is so full!
Now he feels that his brother is definitely doing it on purpose, just to make things difficult for him!
"What are you eating?" Lange suppressed his expression, trying to keep himself looking calm.

It's just that the result of this is to make his expression slightly distorted.

Lange is a foodie, and Albert knew it very early on.Although his younger brother spends most of his time on his research, he is extremely picky when it comes to food, even nutrient solutions.

To put it bluntly, Albert felt that he just hadn't learned a lesson in this regard.

It is precisely because of this that I was extremely relieved when I asked him to choose a good-tasting nutrient solution.

"Want to try?" Albert frowned slightly.

"...If you invite me, I can reluctantly taste it."

Heh... Does he have hallucinations?
Albert pretended not to hear, and he didn't intend to greedy him, he insisted on coming over!
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Lange slowly moved towards him again, and whispered, "Why don't you just have a taste?"

"Are you sure you can still eat?"

As soon as Lange said this, Lange instantly looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "I knew how I could have robbed you? You must have let me eat that on purpose before, just to put something more delicious Keep it for yourself, don't think I can't see it!"

The Marshal, who didn't know what the other party had imagined, looked helplessly at his younger brother who had always been "not very good at thinking". He didn't know what he was conspiring about, for the sake of stuttering.

"okay."

"Ok?"

"If you want to taste it, just say it, your unreasonable energy is more and more like your mother."

"I'm going to sue your mother for being unreasonable!"

"Okay, shut up!"

So, Lange obediently accepted it.

After taking a sip, his eyes lit up instantly, and a pair of pupils similar to Albert's were shining brightly.

He wanted to take another sip, but it was a pity that his full stomach kept reminding him that he had to give up this idea.

However, his gaze was still fixed on the bowl, which made Albert, who was eating dinner, feel a little hairy.

"Where did this thing come from?" Lange asked suddenly.

You know, Albert came to the fifth planet without bringing anything in order to deceive people, and he has been on the fifth planet for so many years, but he never knew that there was such a thing here.

In the interstellar era, for the sake of convenience, most people prefer to use ordinary nutrient solutions that have a strong sense of satiety and are relatively cheap. Because labor is too expensive, food with exquisite workmanship is usually very expensive, and the taste may not be very delicious.

Besides... the thing in front of him was different from anything he had seen before.

I can't tell what it's made of, I can only tell that it's an overcooked egg of unknown species!
"What do you ask this for?"

"No, I just think you've been a little strange recently... you don't have any weird dealings with some guy that I can't know about, do you?"

As an elder brother, he has not found a match at this age, and he even agreed to participate in the match. Could it be because of...

If they knew about the person he liked, they wouldn't be able to accept it at all?

Albert, who didn't know that his younger brother's brain hole had flown out of the sky, frowned: "What strange things are you thinking?"

"No, it's impossible for you to have contacts with the rebels and the Zerg. Is there anything I don't know among the rest?"

"Why not?"

"Of course not, there is only one recently..." Lange suddenly paused as he spoke.

"Why don't you say it?" The Marshal leaned back in his chair so that he could look at him leisurely.

"It's not... that... my future sister-in-law?" Lange stumbled and finished the word, without mentioning that he had just made up his mind and even thought that his future sister-in-law might be some strange creature.

And now, it is even more impossible for him to speak out, after all, he still wants to die!
However, even if he led the experiment, he didn't know the details of the other party very well.What's more, didn't Albert, this guy, go to the border to fight right after he got matched?

Can you recognize this?
What is he doing here?
　Lange: It's uncomfortable to meet something you want to eat when you last until your death!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)