Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 22
Cassius didn't stop walking, the chair stopped in mid-air the moment it hit his back, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

After he walked away and the office was quiet for a while, Carl sighed, "As a human race, Commander Cassius and this special group of people are really our nemesis."

Maude's voice seemed to be rejoicing, "He's the only one left."

An angry grunt came from Bud's throat. Under the yelling of several training officers, he chased to the door and said loudly: "Cassius, the fleet combat drill is half a month later, let me see what you have done!" score!"

The figure of Cassius had already disappeared at the turning point. He went downstairs and got into the military vehicle, "Go home."

-

Claire's car and Cassius' military vehicle arrived at the same time. When she bent down to get out of the car, she happened to meet the military vehicle stopped behind.

She stood on the green grass and watched the door of the military vehicle open, and a pair of slender and straight legs stepped out.

It was noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the light passed through the light halo cast by the cirrostratus clouds and surrounded the man's side. His short black hair refracted luster like obsidian.

Claire stood quietly on the spot, watching him walking towards her stepping on the broken light.

"Commander Cassius."

As she got closer, she raised her head slightly and looked at the handsome face with a faint expression.

With thick black eyebrows, sharp bone lines, and flawless porcelain-white skin, the appearance conditions God gave him are really unique.

"Claire." He stood still in front of her, his eyes drooping slightly.

"I thought you said you would be back very late today." Claire said curiously, "It's only noon now."

Cassius pushed open the white wooden door, stepped up the steps, and said in a flat tone, "Well, the plan has changed."

"Then did you have lunch?" Claire followed behind him.

Cassius put the water glass on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, his eyes moved slightly, "No."

"Me neither." Claire picked up his water glass and said with a smile, "Then wait for me, I'll make lunch."

Cassius entered the study, sat down at the desk, and switched on the communicator, "Cyril."

"Cassius, why did you think of contacting me at this time? I'm busy." The gentle voice was very surprised.

"The most recent batch of trading items, list one thing alone."

"What do you want? What is it?"

Cassius said coldly, "Glutinous rice, sweet potato flour."

Cyril, who was sitting in the office, fell silent. After a while, he asked strangely, "Edibles?"

"Yes." Cassius nodded impatiently.

"For your little female?" Cyril's tone raised a few degrees, "Absolutely? You don't eat those things!"

"Just do it." Cassius hung up the communication with a snap.

Claire knocked on the door in front of the study, "Commander Cassius, lunch is ready."

The door of the study room is very soundproof, she couldn't hear any sound inside, only the leather shoes stayed by the door and opened the door, and she quickly took a few steps back.

"Well, I fried some bread with oil, and the taste of sandwiching meat is also good, but the variety is relatively simple. I think I will go to the regular supermarket later."

"It's up to you." Cassius glanced at her and walked towards the restaurant.

Claire exhaled, "Well, then you eat first, Martina and I are eating in the kitchen."

She turned and went to the kitchen, not noticing the man's gaze back at her.

The black-horned animal meat is stir-fried with chili peppers. The finely minced meat is wrapped in two square bread cubes in the form of meat clips, and the cup on the side is filled with orange-yellow fruit juice.

Cassius could tell at a glance that it was juice squeezed from oranges. He sat down and took a sip from the cup. The sweet and sour taste was even better than eating oranges alone.

Martina was eating in the kitchen, her mouth was full of oil, and her mouth was full of steam, and she said, "Claire, I take back the saying that meal replacement is my only food, woo, this food is so delicious! I want to eat another one." !"

Claire picked up the orange juice next to her and took a sip, narrowing her eyes in satisfaction, "Take a sip of orange juice when your mouth is full of spiciness, it's sublimated."

Martina imitated her and took a sip of orange juice. The cool, sour and sweet juice instantly diluted the spicy taste. She replied with a comfortable face, "Absolutely, Claire, you are such a baby."

Claire laughed out loud at her.

There was harmony in the kitchen, and laughter faintly spread to the dining room outside. Cassius came to the kitchen with an empty glass.

Claire was still talking to Martina with a smile on her face, but the other party's face changed in vain, and she put down the cup in her hand, and called out tremblingly, "Commander."

Claire turned her head suddenly and saw Cassius walking in.

His mouth was hot red, and one lip became sexy and full.

"Commander Cassius." The smile on her lips faded.

Cassius nodded his head, his eyes fell on the orange juice squeezed out on the kitchen counter, he walked over a few steps to refill himself a glass of juice and exited the kitchen calmly.

Martina dared to whisper after he left: "He must have been hot."

Claire grinned uncontrollably, "It seems to be a relatively successful stir-fry."

-

As expected, Cassius ate all the meat and bread.

After Claire finished washing the dishes in the kitchen, she cleaned the clothes Cassius had changed and threw them into the dryer. Seeing that he was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, she thought about Doris. After packing, she walked into the living room.

"Commander Cassius." Claire walked up to him.

The man looked up at her.

"I ran into your fiancée at the gate of the reformatory today, and she asked me to tell you to go to the arena tomorrow." Claire said with a smile.

Seeing his frown, she pretended to be curious and said, "Did you have a fiancee? Then why do you need me? Miss Doris can't conceive?"

The creases on Cassius' forehead deepened, he raised his eyelids to look at her, and said in a cold tone: "Your question is presumptuous."

Claire's expression was slightly stiff, she pursed her lips and took two steps back, "Oh."

It means that I won't tell her anything, thanks to the fact that she did so much to please him at noon, it's all in vain.

At night, Martina puts dinner on the table.

Two meal replacement pills, a cup of black tea.

Cassius didn't see Claire when he was sitting at the dining table, so Martina said, "Claire is tired from cutting meat at noon, she is a little weak, you can have some regular dinner, the milk and oranges are all gone, you need to buy again. "

Cassius was silent for a while and said, "Buy a box of nutrient solution."

Martina was surprised, but still said: "I will remember."

the next morning.

Martina at the dining table said, "Claire is going to clean your bedroom, so you can have some regular breakfast."

Two meal replacement pills, a cup of black tea.

noon.

Martina at the dining table said again with an embarrassed smile, "Claire is going to wash your clothes, so you can have some regular lunch."

Two meal replacement pills, a cup of black tea.

(End of this chapter)