As a male insect, I am cooking food live

Taber sat aside and carefully selected photos, occasionally taking time to glance at the female insect next to him.

Taber was not keen on food, so he did not touch the bowl of cake.

Shen Hui was observing Taber. Colonel Arnold seemed to be more interested in photos of food than food. This made Shen Hui curious.

Shen Hui swallowed the bowl cake in his mouth and did not ask. Although Shen Hui was a little curious, he would not ask casually.

Taber packed all the photos and sent them to Weier, asking him to pick out a few suitable ones. Taber ignored the string of question marks Weier sent and turned to look at Shen Hui.

"Don't want to eat anymore?" Taber asked. There was still a lot of Bo Zai Gao left.

"This is what you bought. One is enough for me." Shen Hui said.

Well, the polite look is a bit like Shen. Perhaps because the other person's temperament is a bit like Shen, Taber has the desire to talk.

Taber stared at Shen Hui and said, "I've already eaten one, so what does the rest matter?"

To be honest, Taber didn't really understand why Shen always rejected other people's kindness. Even if other people offered it to him, he would still feel guilty.

"Lieutenant General, it would be a pity if you didn't get to taste the delicious food you bought with your merits, right?" Shen Hui said.

"It's not a pity. If I give it to you, it's yours." Taber said. His merits have accumulated to a level that amazes insects, and Taber himself does not have high material requirements, which means that he has no room to spend his merits.

"..." Shen Hui was speechless.

"Answer me a question," Taber suddenly said, "A female insect of your age, do you like this delicacy or the male insect anchor?"

Shen Hui was puzzled. Obviously, Shen Hui didn't know why Colonel Arnold's thoughts jumped so much.

"what?"

"Don't you want to answer?"

"No. I prefer food. Some of my friends prefer the host Al, while others prefer food."

“Which one is more?”

"...I can't really say." Shen Hui wanted to dig a hole and leave. What was it like to be asked by a bug whether he liked him again? "Can this answer help you?"

"It's a bit useful." Taber looked at the crazy insect tide not far away, "I have a friend who is about your age."

Taber stopped there and said nothing more. It was just a larva that happened to catch his eye. If it weren't for Shen, Taber might have asked the other party's name. If they had a good conversation, they could have exchanged contact information.

But now, there is no need. Besides, this larva wrapped himself up tightly from head to toe. It is probably the offspring of some privileged worm who sneaked out and didn't want to be discovered by the worms at home.

In Taber's eyes, privileged bugs are a group of difficult and stubborn beings.

Taber picked up a piece of the cake and took a bite. It didn't taste as good as the one made by Al, and the symptoms of his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness did not ease at all.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Hui asked casually.

"Average." Taber commented.

...It was Colonel Arnold's style, blocking the insect's mouth so that it couldn't speak. Shen Hui repacked the remaining bowl cake and placed it next to Taber.

White Eagle had long despaired of his master's non-existent emotional intelligence.

[Master, if you really want to chat with the other party, White Eagle suggests that you adopt the attitude of communicating with a small goal. ]

Taber didn't care and looked at the time on his computer. It was still a long time before the meeting was over, so Taber simply switched the computer to anti-peeping mode and processed the documents online.

"Lieutenant General Arnold, can I ask you a question?"

"Speak." Taber responded without stopping his hands.

"You don't seem to have any interest in food, and you don't admire Mr. Male Insect. Why did you come here?" Shen Hui asked.

If it was to maintain order, Elder Gourmet should have already made arrangements with all parties. Colonel Arnold did not need to do this.

"It's related to private matters." Taber didn't say much.

Shen Hui looked at Taber's profile. The silver earrings and the lieutenant general's long silver hair complemented each other, making the lieutenant general's inhuman appearance more prominent.

It is hard to imagine that this seemingly indifferent lieutenant general would come to a place he has no interest in because of personal matters.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the lieutenant general's face, making Taber look a little hazy. Shen Hui adjusted his hood again and put back all the hair that had escaped.

There was no other way. Except for the noble insects and male insects, all other female insects on the lower stars had short hair. Even if Shen Hui dyed his hair brown, long hair would easily attract the attention of insects.

After taking the medicine this time, I will probably be weak for a week. While enjoying the afterglow, Shen Hui made plans for the next week. Shen Hui turned on the light brain and began to perfect his plan.

The stall owner next to him was calculating today's sales and he glanced over casually.

The silver-white was stained with the afterglow, and the crescent-shaped pendant swayed gently in the wind. Lieutenant General Arnold, who was famous on the lower stars, was wearing casual clothes and sitting upright on the steps. His expression was calm, but his hands were never idle, as if he was processing documents.

On the right side of Lieutenant General Arnold sat a larva. The female insect had good eyesight, so the stall owner recognized this female insect at a glance - the insect that had just handed him the special seal.

The face of this female insect was not like that of Colonel Arnold, which gave the insect a sense of sharp shock, but rather a sense of peace. This female insect also sat upright on the steps, staring at the optical computer in her hand.

The female insect noticed the stall owner's gaze and smiled at him.

The stall owner's heartbeat suddenly quickened. It was clearly just a female insect, and he shook his head hard, thinking it was just an illusion.

However, the atmosphere between the two insects was rare. The stall owner thought, he put the special seal back into the box, but he was suddenly surrounded by insects, and the stall owner could not see the figures of Shen Hui and the two insects.

There was a clamor and the females were calling out eagerly. The stall owner didn't need to look up to know that the males had arrived, so he tried to control his emotions.

Navi and Danny walked up to the stall owner, and the female waiter beside them respectfully handed over the stamp collection album.

"Hello..." The stall owner was interrupted by Navi before he could finish his words.

The joyful expression on the stall owner's face froze.

"What's going on? Why does a food court have to be so long?" Navi muttered in dissatisfaction. He took the brochure with his right hand and threw it in front of the stall owner.

"Go." Navi ordered the female servant.

The female servant stepped forward. "A bowl of cake, for my master to stamp."

"What flavor do you want? Here are..."

This time it was Danny who interrupted the stall owner, his tone calm but unyielding.

"Just get one of each," Danny said, and Danny's female came to the stall in his place.

"Okay, sir." The stall owner didn't say much this time, and quickly packed the bowl cake and handed it to the female insect. The stall owner did not take out the special seal, but stamped it with the previous seal.

"Let's go, next one." Nawei reached out to the female servant, and the female servant cooperated and picked him up. The huge swarm of insects gradually dispersed, leaving some insects here to buy bowl cakes.

After the stall owner finished his work, he looked towards the place where the two insects had been. There was no insect under the steps.

The two insects that were originally sitting on the steps had long disappeared.

The stall owner felt an indescribable sense of loss.

Whether it was because of Mr. Male Insect or because of the two insects that disappeared at some point, I’m afraid the stall owner himself couldn’t tell.

“Well, go back and watch more of Mr. Al’s replays,” said the stall owner.