The hero of the Zerg is a spoiled monster

The next day, Tang Yu rarely woke up early because he slept too much during the day.

When he opened his eyes, he saw An'erya neatly dressed in military uniform, sitting on the bed with her back to him, looking at something intently.

He was probably busy at work, and he was afraid that the light from the optical brain would disturb him, so he temporarily turned on the privacy mode, so that Tang Yu's field of vision was completely dark and he couldn't see anything.

Sigh...did you not sleep again?

The fact was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head, so enlightening that Tang Yu lost all sleep. He simply got up, got close to Anya, released pheromones, and played with the tail of the female's hair hanging on the bed.

"Why are you awake?" An'erya turned around in the darkness. The female's eyesight was very good and she could clearly observe every detail of Tang Yu, including his natural reactions every morning. "It's still early. Where is it?" not comfortable?"

Tang Yu couldn't see clearly, so he didn't know that the female insect was staring at him somewhere. He shook his head and asked An'erya, "When did you get up?"

"I just woke up not long ago." An'erya's answer was simple, she turned off her brain and stretched out her hand towards Tang Yu, "Is the hero hungry?"

Tang Yu grabbed a strand of snow-silver hair and stood on An'erya's hand: "I'm a little hungry. What time is it now?"

Anya found a mini coat from the bedside table, handed it to Tang Yu, and took him into the bathroom: "It's three twenty-seven in the morning. Can I cook porridge for the hero?"

He didn't expect Tang Yu to wake up so early before he could prepare breakfast.

Tang Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He actually liked eating An'erya's cooking, but the female monarch was very busy with work most of the time, and he was not willing to take advantage of the female monarch's little private time.

An'erya filled the sink with water, stripped Tang Yu in her hand, put it in, and rolled up her sleeves to help him wash up.

Tang Yu's specially customized mini-sized daily necessities have been delivered. He refused Anya's help and brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a shower.

An'erya didn't leave even after being rejected. She just stood aside and watched, waiting for Tang Yu's reply.

Tang Yu finished washing up in a short time. After struggling for a moment, he still couldn't bear to refuse. He took his optical brain from An Erya's hand and put it away, letting Chong carry him to the kitchen: "Okay~ you put it in the pot and cook it." Put the ingredients for the porridge next to the pot and I'll keep an eye on it. I'll call you when it's done."

In a kitchen full of technology, most equipment is voice-controlled and touch-controlled. As long as the ingredients are placed and the recipes are set, the kitchen can automatically cook a full banquet.

However, An'erya is used to cooking porridge using the ancient casserole method. Time and heat are both indispensable and need to be guarded.

Tang Yu is too small to take care of himself, but he prides himself on being able to watch a pot.

An'erya was washing her hands next to him. When she heard Tang Yu's suggestion, she frowned in disapproval: "No."

He would take Tang Yu to the kitchen because he was afraid that he would think wildly if he was left alone in the room. He was not asking him to look at the pot.

Tang Yu was startled by An Erya's categorical rejection, and realized that he had said something that the female queen didn't like to hear. He didn't dare to get to the bottom of it, and tactically changed the subject: "Then I still want to eat a milk nut, is that okay? "

"no!"

An'erya refused subconsciously. After refusing, she realized what the male was saying. She paused in opening the cabinet and lowered her voice with a guilty conscience: "I'll ask Meng Meng, please be patient and wait for a while."

With that said, An'erya held Tang Yu up, biting his clothes when he didn't know why, then let go and went to get the stew pot from the height.

Tang Yu watched helplessly as he was held in the mouth of the female insect, his body suspended in the air, very high above the ground. He was so scared that his whole body became stiff and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

At this moment, Bian Ke, who came to deliver information to An Erya, stepped into the kitchen according to the instructions and shouted: "Marshal."

Anya turned around in response.

The scene in front of him made Bian Ke open his mouth in surprise, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and once again showed his extraordinary analytical ability.

From his perspective, the marshal's white jade-textured hands were holding a pot, holding an incredibly small male insect in his mouth, as if holding nutrient solution. Was he going to - cook the male insect? !

--Did the Marshal quarrel with his male insect? What kind of deep hatred could lead to cooking the hero alive?

"Marshal Yuan Yuan - please think twice! What you are doing is illegal..." Bian Ke was so frightened that his face changed color, he lowered his voice, and subconsciously looked around to see if there were any bug sightings. He panicked. He stepped forward to snatch Tang Yu from An'erya's mouth.

How could An'erya let other insects touch her hero? What if Bian Ke is clumsy and crushes the insect?

Moreover, the less people know about Tang Yu's current situation, the better.

He waved away Bian Ke's iron hand and pressed the adjutant on the cooking table with a clever force. The stew pot was pressed on the back of his neck. He frowned: "Why are you crazy?"

This sentence didn't matter. Tang Yu, who was so dizzy, slipped out of Anya's mouth and fell straight to the floor.

Tang Yu finally came to his senses and said in a panic: "Little Nian Gao, please save me!"

Ouch, you careless female insect, what good will it do you if you throw me to death!

!!!

An'erya's heart suddenly lifted up in her chest. Seeing Tang Yu slip out from between her lips and teeth, Nahe held the pot with both hands, and in desperation, she had the idea to lift the lid.

Tang Yu opened his eyes wide and saw a giant casserole appearing under him. The material was extremely hard. If he dropped it with the current force, it could knock out the insects and concussion them.

He didn't want to get a concussion after recovering from gastritis, so he could only release his mental tentacles, wrap himself into a ball and fall into the pot to slow down the impact.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that his field of vision was getting dark, and he knew that An'erya had closed the lid of the pot.

Tang Yu was so angry that he ground his back molars.

Very well, he made a note of this account.

The days are long, and when he returns to normal size, what he did today must be repaid twice as much!

Outside the casserole, Bian Ke watched An Erya put the male worm into the pot, and his eyes almost popped out: "Marshal, the male worm just now——"

"Where are the male insects? Are you awake?" An'erya put down the casserole as if nothing had happened and stretched out a hand towards Bian Ke, "Where is the information?"

This is a quiet eviction order: Put your things down and you can leave.

Bian Ke reacted for several seconds, but was still a little confused. He looked longingly at the pot and persuaded earnestly: "It is illegal to harm male insects..."

Even so, An Erya was too frank and lacked confidence.

Are you blindfolded?

Think about it, how can there be a male insect in the world that small?

"That pot..."

"Oh, my hero is hungry and wants to eat the porridge I cooked. Adjutant Bian Ke, do you ask these things to do with work?" An'erya's fingertips were close to the edge of the pot, sliding them gently, her face expressionless. Extraordinary color.

"My subordinate has overstepped his bounds." Bian Ke quickly came to his senses and handed the compressed file bag he had been holding to An Erya, "The information has been delivered. Does the Marshal have any further instructions?"

"You go back first." An'erya said.

"Yes." Bian Ke turned and left, convinced that he must have seen it wrong.

--It turns out that it is true that overtired insects can hallucinate and hear voices.