Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 88 Make them hot pot
As Laura left, Cyril walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, his shoulder-length white hair was draped wetly behind him, and he had a gentle smile on his beautiful and flirtatious face, "It seems that you guys had a good little vacation."

Cassius glanced at him, held up a big umbrella, turned around and took Claire's hand and led them into the car.

"Still angry about that." Cyril followed unhurriedly, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, "If you don't worry about handing over your little female to me, there are not so many things to do. toss."

"You can choose to shut up or get out." Cassius said expressionlessly.

Cyril had long been used to his cold and stinky temper, so he didn't care much and said, "Let's go together, we have business to discuss."

Claire, who was sitting on the side, didn't say a word other than saying hello to Cyril, mainly because Cassius's aura was really a bit off, and he didn't like her communicating with Cyril.

But after a while, the car returned to the 'antique' building that was incompatible with the surrounding high-tech villas.

Cassius asked her to go back to the room to rest, and he and Cyril walked into the study room. After the door was closed, Claire went to the living room to sit down and rest.

"Claire, you're back." Jones raised his mechanical legs and walked up to her, scanning her up and down, as if to confirm whether she was safe in the days when she was not by his side.

Claire sometimes really can't treat him as a pure robot, she smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, I feel that you have brightened a lot."

Those silver steel shells were so bright that they could almost reflect her face.

Jones' electronic voice was very cheerful, "I went for maintenance the day before yesterday and replaced some parts and functions."

"Replacement?" Claire blinked and asked curiously, "What's new?"

"I implanted some special programs for medical robots to serve you better," Jones said.

Martina on the side came over with a cup of hot tea and interjected, "He went to the machine maintenance department to ask for a change."

Claire's heart softened, she stood up and hugged the tall Jones, "Thank you."

"I like this polite conversation mode very much." Jones hugged her back, "You're welcome, Claire."

Martina said from the side: "Claire, I have piled up all the special products sent from the earth in the kitchen. You and the commander bought a lot of things. Are these all for food?"

"Yes, it's all for eating." Claire sat back on the sofa and picked up the teacup, fixed her eyes on Martina's wrist, and then remembered the business, "Martina, there is a personal social account on your star network for ?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Martina nodded.

"When we cook in the future, can you help me put the production process on StarNet?" Claire looked up and asked her, "Just like last time when many people asked how to make bubble milk tea, we can open a social account and share the recipes of delicious food. Put the process on."

Martina resolutely refused, "You are the female of Commander Cassius, and Ms. Eva and Ms. Laura will be upset if you cannot show your face."

"I don't show up, we just need to shoot food." Claire said seriously: "That's all."

Cassius hadn't promised her to send a warden to Earth, but she didn't think he would say no.

Before, she regarded her cooking skills as a capital to survive, but she changed her mind after meeting the humans on Earth.

Cassius is far more interested in her body than food, so she doesn't need to hide anything.

If the delicious food can really attract the love of the orcs, then the earth's economy will definitely be driven, which means that the orcs who originally colonized the earth will have money.

The reason for sending the managers is to make this group of orcs rich, and they can be restrained to set aside a part of the money to make life easier for the humans farming there.

This is the best way Claire can think of so far. It will not make herself angry, but it will also bring additional benefits to Cassius, and it will make the human beings and development on the earth better.

Martina hesitated, "I can't make a decision on this matter. If the commander agrees, I will help you."

Claire nodded, "I will try to get his consent."

Cassius and Cyril stayed in the study until noon, and she had already prepared lunch for the two of them since she had nothing to do.

A hot pot in a large basin, all the ingredients in it were adjusted by Clare himself.

Chili powder, oil, black scorpion meat ground fresh sauce, etc., this disgusting black scorpion meat sauce is better than any oil-consuming sauce.

The hot air that surged up was mixed with a tempting smell.

Martina, who was on the side, was arranging the washed and cut vegetables while sneezing, and Claire also sliced ​​a lot of meat thinly and put them on the plate.

As soon as Cyril came out, he smelled a special fragrance. He sniffed his nose and his eyes lit up. "It seems that your little female has left me for dinner."

Cassius glanced at him and said ruthlessly, "You can go back."

Claire happened to see the two men coming out of the study room, raised her hand and waved at them, "Commander, Counselor Cyril, it's time to eat."

Before Cyril could answer, Cassius responded quietly, "He doesn't eat here."

"Is our cooperative relationship plastic? A meal will never drive people away." Cyril ignored Cassius' cold eyes, and even walked into the restaurant one step ahead of him, and said gently to Claire: "I'm here Here to eat."

Claire looked confused, so, could it be that the two had a quarrel in the study?
Cassius watched him rush into the restaurant, and followed him expressionlessly.

Seeing the things on the table, Cyril was the first to ask in surprise: "What is this new way of eating?"

After Cassius sat down on the chair, Claire explained: "It's called a hot pot. Just put the meat in a colander and eat it. If you put the vegetables, just throw them in and roll them for a few minutes before they come out of the pot."

Such a fresh way of eating made Cyril raise his hand to take a few photos, with a novel expression, and his hands began to move around, but Cassius couldn't be rude as a guest if he didn't do it.

Claire was about to turn around and go back to the kitchen for dinner with Martina when a big hand grabbed her wrist just in time.

Cassius raised his head, "Go get a chair."

"Huh?" She looked at him suspiciously.

Feeling that he might not have expressed clearly, he said again: "Eat with me."

Claire was startled.

It was the first time she received his lunch invitation at home. Martina went back to the kitchen knowingly and alone, and Claire obediently moved a chair next to Cyril and sat next to Cassius.

Cyril stared at Cassius with meaningful eyes.

"Little female, show me how to eat." He quickly set his sights on Claire.

(End of this chapter)