Star roaming series

"This sounds like a theory that would appear in an inspirational book." Black's attitude was disapproving of these words, "But when you say it from your mouth, it has an impact that people have to believe." After finishing speaking , Rubbed my hair, asked me if I was hungry, I nodded, after he assessed my situation, he simply picked me up, and went straight to the kitchen familiarly.

Chef Cook surprised me very much today. He did not cook fried meat sandwiches and crystal fruit juices. Some food that I had never seen appeared on the table. Iger introduced it to me. At the end of the order is porridge, a plate of hot vegetables with garlic and stewed shallots and minced meat, a plate of four colors of fruits are kiwi, banana, peach and strawberry, and finally a glass of warm milk .

"Egger, have we sent it? How come there are these ingredients?" I stared at a table of delicacies that looked like they were given to patients after recovering from a serious illness.

"Master, I have to say, even if you send it, you won't spend the money on food first, it must be spent on those broken copper and iron materials." Iger entertained me with a sigh, for his ultra-high-tech products To put it bluntly, the things I fiddled with were scrap metal.

"How come! If I send it out, I will definitely buy an ingredient first!" Of course, as Iger said, the rest will be put into the manufacture of mechs and starships.

"Master, I think I'd rather not know that you want to buy such ingredients, eat porridge quickly, your body will recover quickly, and then you will make money quickly. These things are all provided by Mr. Black. You should thank him." Eggshell It's dark again, and he knows that the first ingredient I want to buy is eggs without me telling him.

Blake put me down on the chair, watched me smile and picked up the spoon and fork and started to eat.

"Is it delicious?" Black propped his chin with one hand, seeing that I was eating with gusto, he couldn't help asking.

"Delicious! Super delicious!" I bent my eyes into an arc and slowly tasted the delicious food I had never tasted before. I happily licked the spoon clean and scooped up another spoonful of porridge.

Blake replied, "Is that so? Why don't I know what's delicious about this ordinary food, I'll give it a try." Then, he stretched out his hand to hold my wrist holding the spoon, pulled it to his mouth, and took the spoon Eat the porridge.

I watched Blake chew it twice before swallowing it, his mouth opened wide, and then I wondered if I should continue to eat with this spoon.

However, this thought was immediately wiped out by the smell of the food in the next second, and he continued to eat with the original spoon.

Grandpa said that if you don’t clean up, you won’t get sick if you eat it. Mr. Black should be fine...

"Master, is it delicious?" The black cat Charlie looked at Black with rounded eyes and asked, its expression was very stiff like a cat being frightened.

"Very fresh." Black's honest evaluation.

I didn't know that Black was known as a picky eater. Even the black cat Charlie stared in surprise when he saw that he was willing to eat plain porridge that common people eat. However, after hearing Black's evaluation, Charlie had an understanding expression.

"I knew it was like this..." Charlie the black cat raised his right fore paw and licked his hand disapprovingly. The cat's tail, which was frightened and frizzed, returned to normal and dangled back and forth.

"Know what?" I asked as I ate, Charlie and Blake's interaction was so funny.

Only when we face each other in person can we know how deceiving the screen is. Black on the screen looks elegant and gentle. Because he is sitting, he can’t feel that kind of strength. Only those who actually see him know that this person feels very oppressive and imposing. He is tough and very tall. As far as my short winter melon is concerned, he is at least two meters tall. He is moderately thin, but he can feel the strong, well-textured muscles under the clothes without a trace of fat.