Report to Master Sheng, Madam is pretending to be well-behaved every day

Yuzheng waved her hand: "You don't need to explain to me, I understand everything."

Wang Peng: "You know nothing."

"If you're not an illegitimate child, why are you so shameless? Bryan can pull it out to see people."

"Sheng Zicheng is..."

Wang Peng stopped speaking in the middle of his words, and said viciously, "You're talking to me."

"Ah?" Yuzheng seemed to be belatedly reacting: "Can I be clichéd?"

"..."

Regardless of whether the cliché is true or not, anyway, Wang Peng doesn't want to talk to her anymore.

This woman is too dangerous, everything she says is a pitfall.

Yuzheng didn't continue to ask.

Wang Peng talks a lot, but he is quite good at clichés.

If it arouses his vigilance, it may not be so easy to use in the future, so let's put it aside for a while.

Yuzheng was sent back to the room like this.

She was lying on the bed looking at the scenery, and after trying to crack the satellite password but failed, she was bored playing match [-] games on her mobile phone.

Before you know it, it's lunch time, and today's lunch is——

Tomato ham spaghetti, tomato green pepper vegetable sand, boiled potatoes.

Although there is also a pan-fried silver cod and French foie gras, which looks quite hearty, but what's the matter with these vegetables? ? ?

She couldn't take it anymore, and overturned the plate and went crazy: "Tomatoes, green peppers, potatoes, potatoes, green peppers, tomatoes... I'm almost eating potatoes, so can't I change it to something new?"

Wang Peng squatted down and cleaned up the mess in a good-tempered manner: "This is an order from Marshal Fergus."

Yuzheng overturned the creamy mushroom soup and was furious: "Take me to see Marshal Fergus, I want to protest."

"Protest is ineffective."

"Then I will go on a hunger strike."

"If you're hungry, you'll eat naturally."

Yuzheng grabbed Wang Peng in despair and shook him vigorously: "Do you know how many days I ate tomatoes, potatoes, and green peppers? I'm almost turning into a potato. I have to meet Marshal Fergus, otherwise you know, you guys Nobody wants to have a good time."

"..."

Wang Peng has seen Su Manman's endless tricks.

If she gets into a fuss, she can startle Marshal Fergus.

Wang Peng was afraid of her, and considering that Marshal Fergus should have a good impression of her, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and spread the word.

Half an hour later, Marshal Fergus agreed to meet Yu Zheng.

Yuzheng was handcuffed in this way, and was escorted to the stairs by Wang Peng and a group of thugs.

She was cursing and talking about tomatoes and potatoes, but her eyes were quietly observing the surrounding terrain.

According to the information collected before, the room she lives in is on the top floor, and the next floor is the laboratory.

But where Fergus is, there are two floors down.

Walking out of the stairs, Yuzheng saw a completely different style from the top floor.

As far as the eye can see, there are cold heavy metals.

Walking along the way, she first passed a huge restaurant, then a gym, a small bar, a cinema, a game room...

Most of the common entertainment facilities are available, and the decoration style is very strange.

It has the simple and plain style of the army, but also full of cold sense of technology.

Yuzheng was taken to the room at the end of the corridor, which was a restaurant.

The rectangular table covered with a clean white tablecloth was already filled with steaming hot food. Fergus sat alone in front of the table, with three men in black robes accompanying him.

Yu Zheng pretended to look up inadvertently, and sure enough, she saw that their skin was festering and emitting a faint stench.

She quickly retracted her gaze and bowed politely: "Marshal Fergus, hello."

Fergus gestured for her to sit down: "I heard that you are not satisfied with the food I arranged for you? Are you satisfied with these?"

Yuzheng was taken aback: "Very satisfied."

Huge roast turkey, tomahawk steak, red wine foie gras...

The dining table is full of delicacies, most of which are hard dishes.

Fergus said again: "Would you mind dining with me?"

Yu Zheng: "I don't mind, I don't mind at all."

The appearance of Fergus is indeed terrifying, but Western food is divided into meals, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

And if she dared to say she minded, Fergus would definitely not be polite.

"Pour the lady a drink."

With a wave of Fergus' hand, the man in black behind him stepped forward and put the tableware in front of Yuzheng, and poured red wine into the goblet.

"Come on, Cheers." Fergus slowly stretched out his rotten hand and raised the wine glass, with a strangely pleasant expression on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Yu Zheng didn't dare to say that she was pregnant and couldn't drink, so she could only bite the bullet and raised her glass: "Thank you for your hospitality, Marshal."

She could only comfort herself that the alcohol content of the wine was very low, and it should be fine to drink two glasses.

"Try this turkey dish. I used to like it very much. It can only be eaten on special festivals." Fergus took a sip of red wine elegantly, and even introduced the dishes.

The turkey was well roasted, well presented, and the side dishes were good.

Yuzheng was not polite at all, picked up the knife and cut off a whole chicken leg and ate it with relish.

"Try this black truffle omelet again. The freshest ingredients were just delivered this morning." Fergus said hoarsely and slowly, but couldn't hide his excitement.

"Thank you." Yuzheng quietly cut off a piece and put it on her dinner plate, but her mind was running fast.

The black truffle just arrived this morning, that is to say, this starship is not really isolated from the outside world, and supplies are delivered every few days or even every day.

This is in line with her previous conjecture.

"My once beloved ham with cantaloupe, I think it is worth trying." Marshal Fergus continued to introduce, his lifeless eyes began to light up.

Entertaining your closest friends and family like a passionate host.

Yu Zheng is also very cooperative, as long as he recommends it, no matter whether he is used to it or not, he will pretend to be delicious and praise it.

Fergus didn't move a bite, he was happier watching her eat than he himself.

One third of the food on the table was consumed, and Yuzheng couldn't eat any more, so he wiped his mouth and raised his glass: "Marshal Fergus, this is the most enjoyable meal I have had since I got on the ship, thank you for your hospitality. "

"Hehe..." Fergus laughed lowly: "It's been more than ten years, and this is the first time I've dined with you people on Earth. Actually, I'm not that scary, am I? The virus on me doesn't infect."

"you……"

"Apart from the place of birth, there is no difference between me and you people on Earth, isn't it? I am also very hospitable, and I am happy to entertain every guest who comes to my door. I am just sick, and everyone will get sick. You people on Earth will also get sick. The attack was even scarier than mine."

"Of course, it's an honor to be your guest." Yuzheng finally knew why Fergus behaved so strangely.

It's nothing more than being rejected by her current appearance, lonely and empty, and I want to find a sense of identity in her, a person on earth.

To be willing to eat the vegetables he grows and to eat at the same table with him is a kind of recognition for him.

She thought for a while and stood up sincerely: "Of course I would also like to be your friend. We can eat together, chat together, and take a walk together like all good friends in the world."

Fergus stared at her sincere face for a long time, and said with a gentle smile: "Miss Su Manman, you are really a smart person. Unfortunately, I am already old. If I were 30 years younger, maybe I would fall in love with you, who Can you reject a young, beautiful and considerate girl like you? I remember there is a word on your earth called a confidante."

Being liked by such a strange old man is really not something to be happy about.

Yuzheng got goosebumps all over her body, and said with a smile: "A bosom friend doesn't have to be a confidante, we can still be friends."

The smile on Fergus' lips deepened, and his hoarse voice was meaningful: "Hehe, let's chat together, are you trying to trick me? Take a walk together? You want to find out the layout of the starship?"