Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 19 A seemingly perfect person is actually broken.

Claire looked sorry.

After shopping around the entire regular supermarket, she didn't see any raw materials for making pearls. Although she was a little disappointed, she bought a lot of new ingredients, and she couldn't save much of that disappointment.

It was already very late when we got home, and Claire, who had received nutritional injections, was growling with hunger.

After Cassius entered the house, he went straight to the upstairs bedroom. Martina took the shopping bag from Claire's hand and asked worriedly, "How is your health?"

"It's okay, it's just a little hypoglycemia. I'll go to the hospital for an injection in three days." Claire rubbed her shoulder.

"That's fine, as long as it doesn't affect your childbirth." Martina breathed a sigh of relief.

Claire twitched the corners of her mouth, "I'm going to make some supper for the commander. Go to bed early if you have nothing to do at night."

"I'll tidy it up for you." Martina walked into the kitchen and took the deep-sea octopus out of the shopping bag, and asked curiously, "Do you miss your hometown? Buy so many smuggled items from the human race."

Claire looked at Martina holding the bag of octopus, her eyes froze, "The octopus also came here by smuggling?"

"Of course, this thing is not produced in our galaxy."

"Why wasn't there a logo when I bought it?" Claire's tone increased.

"Because it's a special product, when the name is changed, the stowaway is often removed." Martina said nonchalantly.

Claire pursed her lower lip and was worried, hoping that Cassius didn't see anything unusual, but she thought the possibility was very small, and she was more inclined that he noticed that she, as a human being in 7022, didn't even have most of the technology. I don't know how to use it, and I don't know the weirdness of my own race.

"I'll deal with the octopus." Claire rolled up her sleeves and walked to the sink, sighing slightly.

"Seriously, why did you still buy back the black-horned beast meat? Do you want the Commander to slice it as a snack?" Martina picked up the piece of meat and reminded: "He doesn't eat raw."

"Martina, I guarantee it will be served cooked."

The skin of the deep-sea octopus is very hard. After Claire peeled the octopus, washed it and cut it into sections, she added a sufficient amount of vegetable oil to the pan, and she poured the octopus directly into the oil pan to stir fry.

When it was golden brown, she sprinkled some salt and minced peppers on it, and after turning on a low heat and stir-frying again, the tentacles of the octopus were rolled up, and the color was very attractive. She put all the sliced ​​octopus in on a large dinner plate.

Martina was stunned as she watched her operation from the side. She couldn't hide her surprise and said: "We usually use these vegetable oils in vegetables and fruits as desserts for the host, and most of the time, salt is soaked in water to drink. , in order to maintain our body balance."

"Well, the combination of these things will taste surprisingly good." Claire inserted a piece of octopus with a fork, and Martina, who was seductive in color and aroma, kept sniffing her nose.

Claire handed the fork to Martina's mouth, "Try to see the saltiness and spiciness, it should be just right."

Martina didn't care about the heat, and she ate the octopus on the fork in one bite after getting permission.

Her palms were clenched into fists and placed on her abdomen, and her expression was shaking as she chewed.

Looking at her, Claire knew that she was not bad.

She left a small portion for herself for dinner, and poured another glass of milk, "I'll take it to Commander Cassius."

Claire walked up to the second floor with the tray, but the door was ajar and not closed. She knocked twice with one hand and then pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no movement in the bathroom, and there was no one on the bed. Claire looked at the desk, her eyes trembling.

Cassius was sitting behind the desk, with his right arm on the table, a large piece of imitation leather was opened, and he lowered his head to fiddle with the parts inside.

The medical box is nearby to monitor the condition of his robotic arm in real time.

This was the first time that Claire got a glimpse of Cassius's secret during the few days he spent with him.

Or rather, it was a secret to her.

He is disabled, but has a very cool-looking robotic arm.

Cassius had already noticed that someone was coming in at the door. After routinely inspecting the last part connected to the motor nerve and the sensor, he dropped the tool in his hand and raised his head. "What's the matter?"

His voice was deep, and there was no emotion.

Claire reacted, "Snack, I'll collect it tomorrow morning after you finish eating."

She put the tray on the desk, a little far away from his mechanical arm.

Cassius covered the imitation leather, put down his sleeves, and stared at her with dark eyes.

Claire took out the things in the tray and said calmly: "I know you have eaten dinner, this is your thank you gift for taking me to the hospital and keeping me."

Cassius said softly, "Deep-sea octopus?"

Claire nodded, turned and exited the room.

After she left, Cassius looked down at the plate in front of him, moved his right arm and picked up the fork.

Claire came to the kitchen downstairs and ate the octopus slices prepared for herself with milk. From time to time, the image of a handsome man in a black shirt bowing his head to repair her arm flashed across her mind, and she inexplicably remembered a buzzword .

Beauty is strong and miserable.

The seemingly perfect person is actually broken.

Claire filled her stomach, cleaned up the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom on the top floor.

She didn't sleep well that night, the faces of her mother and younger brother appeared in the dream from time to time, intertwined with the chaotic images of her whipping Wanda.

After the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, she opened her eyes on time.

It wasn't until Cassius was about to wake up that she changed into a white dress and went downstairs after washing.

Cassius was already running in the nearby gym, and Claire walked to the desk in the bedroom. The octopus on the dinner plate was completely eaten, and the milk was also finished.

A deep-sea octopus is quite a lot, with at least 20 tentacles, and she only ate a small part and gave the rest to him. Unexpectedly, he ate it all.

Claire couldn't help wondering if he hadn't had dinner at all yesterday.

Carrying the tray downstairs, she cut a bit of black-horned beast meat and fried it in a pan, sprinkled it with a little salt, fished it out, and stuffed it together with sliced ​​tomatoes into the slices of bread she bought.

She cut the square slice of bread into two and put it on the dinner plate. She also prepared an orange and made a cup of fragrant black tea, and took them out together.

This morning, she boldly didn't give him a meal replacement pill.

Cassius changed into his military uniform and came down. When he entered the dining room, he smelled a special smell of meat into his nose.

"What did you do again?" His voice was flat.

"Oh, it's barely a broken version of a sandwich." Claire stood beside him and said, "Try it, if it's not enough, I'll get you another meal replacement pill."

Cassius opened the chair and sat down. When he picked up a sandwich, he suddenly said, "Today there is a physical fitness test for the guards. I won't be back at noon."

Claire blinked twice, "Okay, you eat first, wait for me."

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