[Transformers] The foodie in my body

The author has something to say: This chapter is really full of rescues and three-person families. www I am so happy to write

Knife-mouthed tofu cares about the core and is always the most rude to him, mtmte is really a mobile wrench dynamite

"Have you ever brought a child?"

"No."

"Then you should take it with you."

"Why?!"

"At least when you coaxed that Kenta cub before, he stopped crying very quickly, and my experience in this regard is completely zero."

"But that's when I knew he was a child. This one in front of you... Do you want me to take him like a child?"

"He's a kid now."

The white TF who was at the center of the dispute was standing at the door of the rest cabin. The door was not closed. As soon as he walked over, he heard a red and a white TF arguing.

The data passed to him by Seth and the inspection report board he took out from Baozi let him know that he should be an adult, but he was at a loss for the memory as large as a juvenile body.

Now his friends—they told him they were his friends, Baozi and Seth—were arguing over whether to stay here to babysit him or go to the ship for routine check-ups and patrols.

"It's okay, I'm fine if I stay here alone."

He took two steps inside, whispering in the space where their argument paused, not wanting to embarrass his friends.

"..."

"..."

"Sorry, drift boy." Baozi came over and put his hands on drift's shoulder armor.

She and Seth shouldn't let him hear these words, even if it's always uncomfortable to face such a young person for a while, but for Drift, hearing such words may hurt him, hurt a child's emotional system... After reading the "Basic Young Body Maintenance Manual" overnight, she saw the content related to Xinling's care.

"It's okay." Drift shook his head, repeating what he said just now, "I can do it alone."

Seth rejected him decisively, "No."

Onyx Red TF looked at his foodie girl, "How about this, Baozi and I change shifts every 12 cycles, and we take turns taking care of you."

"but……"

Drift wanted to say something, but Seth patted his head, "Be good, be obedient."

"……kindness."

"Good boy."

Baozi, who watched the whole process, wanted to say, this is obviously very good at taking care of children, okay? !

【Have you really never brought a hatchling? ] She asked suspiciously in the inside line.

[Of course, dear. ] Seth, who had already set off to patrol, answered quickly. According to the schedule, Baozi took care of the drift in the first round, and he was responsible for checking the surrounding environment and maintaining the outer cabin of the spacecraft.

[Then you are really talented. 】

[Maybe it’s because our bodies of the same batch were thrown into the battlefield as soon as they were off the assembly line, and no one had time to teach us. Except for combat skills and instructions, we all took care of each other at that time. 】

[...Sorry for making you say this. 】

[Don't worry, maybe I should correct what I just said, the experience in this area is not completely zero. 】

[Patrol carefully. 】

【You too, take care of Drift and yourself. 】

The internal communication full of mysterious family atmosphere ended, and Baozi felt that the conversation just now was really like a family of three.

The husband who goes out to work and the wife who stays at home with the kids... with the kids.

She quickly removed that assumption from the processor, and turned to the big child drift.

"Baozi." The older child raised his communicator towards her with a confused face, "It's been flashing, and it shows the frequency of an ambulance calling in. Should I answer it?"

"!" Why did you forget the ambulance?

Baozi remembered that Drift mentioned that he and the ambulance would contact each other every once in a while to confirm safety. Now that the real guardian call came in, she felt a lot of pressure as a temporary guardian.

"Give it to me." Finally she asked Drift to give her the communicator.

I'm sorry that your drifter accidentally lost his memory... I don't know if the other party will spray her with a mouthful?

[What? !That little slag made him lose his memory? !Did he forget to pray to his faith before he acted and thus lost his sanctuary? ]

The ambulance did start spraying, but his spraying point was on the 'little slag drifting', which made Baozi quietly heave a sigh of relief.

As for the fact that he didn't show any dissatisfaction or doubts about the definition of 'your family's drift', Baozi decided to record this discovery in the core, and ask questions after the drift memory is restored.

After the ambulance used all the swearing words in Baozi's vocabulary, and used all the words she didn't know to complain about drifting, the chief medical officer finally stopped talking, and she almost refreshed Baozi's understanding. The acquaintance of the ambulance, the ambulance she knew was a wrench devil with a gentle shell, this ambulance was simply a violent mobile wrench explosive kit.

[I will send two copies of the information, one for this little slag, and one for you. ] The ambulance who calmed down a little bit spoke again, he was really pissed off by Drift losing his memory.

[One copy for us? ]

[Yes. ]

Knowing the drifting past, he knows that it must not be a good thing for the other party to recall those memories carefully, and it may be very painful. These two young people need some information about the past, so that even if Drifting has an overreaction due to segmented memories, they at least He will not be ignorant of the cause of his abnormality.

After all, they are the most trustworthy people in Drift's current state, which means that they are Drift's first help in case of disorder and mistakes.

[As a high-profile former Decepticon, there are more than one or two guys who want to dig out the tinder of this little slag, so. ] The ambulance sighed deeply, and he said seriously with the most solemn attitude, [Please. ]

Please take care of him in this state.

[We will. ]

Not only will we take care of him, we will protect him if needed.

"Talk to him." After the conversation with the ambulance came to an end, Baozi put the communicator back into Drift's hand.

"Who is it?" Drift asked curiously after taking over the communicator.

"Your friend, or not just a friend."

Baozi blinked, trying not to smile too ambiguously, she saw Drift attaching the communicator to the receiver, then lowered her head to process the information files sent by the ambulance.

The ones that need to be connected to Drift are listed separately, and the ones that need to be connected to Drift are sent to Seth for her and Seth.

When she raised her head again, Drift had already ended the communication.

The expression of the white swordsman was a little depressed, "Are you sure he is really my friend?"

"Of course, what's the matter, what did you say?" The light blue optical mirror that looked at it almost had the word 'grievance' written on it,

"I didn't say anything." Drift curled his lips unhappily, "If you remove the part where he scolded me, we didn't say anything."

"puff."

I understand that the other party must have been scolded by the ambulance from beginning to end in this communication. After all, she was sprayed on her for so long without the owner moving the wrench explosive package. Now that the owner is on the field, it must be a bloody lesson. .

"Trust me." Holding back a smile, Baozi established the data transmission between the two, "He must be the most snarky TF I've ever seen."

"Really?"

"Of course, I swear to Pushen, he really cares about you."

Maybe still the guy who cares about you the most, from the very beginning until now.