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Old waist, where is it soft?

Angus didn't notice what he said just now that made people tangled up. Instead, he jumped up after glancing at the time: "It's broken! It's time to work!!" He hastily put away the nano bathroom , and then turned to look at Ike, "Uncle, can you go with me?"

Of course Ike didn't dare to refuse.

Seeing that he was the responsibility entrusted to Angus by the red-haired young man, it didn't necessarily mean that he was just sitting in the cabin for Angus to watch. Wherever Angus went, he had to go where.

Ike quickly tidied himself up and followed Angus out of the cabin.

They came to yesterday's restaurant again, but this time Angus opened another door at the back of the restaurant. It looked like a food storage room. After the door was opened, a white mist of freezing air flowed out.There are boxes stacked one on top of the other inside, and the boxes are full of a kind of tuber fruit with light yellow skin, round and long but irregular shape. Ike saw this strange thing for the first time, and didn't know their usefulness. .

Angus took an overhand toss and caught it, showed it in front of Ike and told him: "This is called a potato, and it's the main ingredient in the miscellaneous stew I made for you earlier."

The box of potatoes looked quite heavy, but Angus grabbed the bottom of the box, the muscles in his arms stiffened and tensed, and he lifted the box easily and walked into the cooking room.

After putting the box away, he patted the dust off his hands, turned around and poured a glass of purified water for Ike: "Uncle, sit here for a while, I'm going to work."

Holding the water glass, Ike watched the big young man sitting next to the box, taking out a knife to peel the tubers, so he judged that Angus's job on the ship was to cook those delicacies for the mercenaries cooked food.

But looking at it, Ike was very sure that Angus was an unqualified novice. He saw that he cut off a large piece of skin and flesh with a knife. After peeling off a tuber the size of an adult's fist, only a baby's fist remained. So big.

Seeing the beautiful yellow tubers exposed after peeling, Ike knew that this kind of food probably had to be peeled before use. Peas, more wasted than eaten.Thinking of the taste that made his tongue intoxicated, he suddenly felt distressed.

Although he knew that what he should do now is to obey the other party's arrangement honestly, do what he is told to do, and don't do superfluous things to avoid causing trouble, but after seeing Angus cut a big potato into dices After that, Ike leaned over: "That...I...can I help?"

Angus raised his head, blinked his eyes, and grinned: "Yes!"

Since Uncle Ike, who looked cautious and didn't even dare to make unnecessary movements after being on the boat, was willing to move around, of course Angus would not refuse, and he went to find a knife and handed it to Ike.

Unexpectedly, Ike's hands are very dexterous. At the beginning, he was very clumsy when he peeled the first potato. Peeled very precisely against the undulating surface of the potato, only the shallow skin was peeled off, leaving a fat piece of meat.

Angus stared wide-eyed, watching the uncle's slender and bony fingers separate the skin and meat of the potato like a sculpture, leaving the potato as perfect as a work of art.

"Uncle, are you... a chef?"

Ike shook his head while burying his head in peeling. His fingers were once praised as the golden finger for creating the limit of art...

Angus looked very happy: "It's great! Jamie used to be responsible for cooking on the boat, but he suddenly fell ill before the departure this time, so I had to take over temporarily. A lot of time wasted these days Potato, I'm about to be scolded to death by the boss."

Proving that he still has some usefulness, and that he is no longer a piece of garbage thrown in the universe and no one will pick it up, Ike suddenly felt energetic all over his body, and the speed of peeling potatoes became lighter.

During dinner time, the mercenaries sat neatly at the dining table, watching them eat the sticky potato and carrot stew bite by bite with spoons in unison, it really gave the illusion that they might not be twins.They obviously don't care what the food in front of them is or how it tastes. Eating is a must, just like a spaceship that has no energy source must replenish power. As for whether the energy source is nuclear energy or light energy, this is not something that the spaceship needs to consider. .

Of course, there are still relatively normal humans among them—the red-haired boss Sachs fiddled with the abundant potato pieces on the plate with a spoon, then looked up to the other side of the long dining table: "Angus, you don't want to put all the potatoes Is it stewed?"

Angus was taken aback when he heard this: "No, the amount of potatoes used today is the same as before."

Sachs scooped up the potatoes: "But today there are at least five times as many potato cubes on the plate than usual."

Anguston, who finally understood, blushed, but he was not a big talker who liked to take credit, he just told the truth honestly: "Uncle Ike helped me peel the potatoes today, so There are many left."

"Oh?"

This surprised Sachs a little, and turned his gaze to the corner sitting at the far end of the dining table.

Ike was very aware of his situation and status, so he minimized his sense of presence from the very beginning. In fact, behind the burly bodies of a row of mercenaries, the thin Uncle Ike was almost invisible.

"It seems that 'Uncle Ike' is still very practical!" Sachs ate a thick piece of potato, "Indeed, the only people who don't work on this ship are the 'cargo' in the prison cabin. Ai Uncle Ke, what else can you do besides peeling potatoes?"

Ike didn't expect the red-haired youth to call his name directly.

"I...I...is...A(A)...Ar...Ch(ch)..." He wanted to say the whole words, but the gloom of the past still hung over his mind like a thick fog. In his heart, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fully express the title he once had. Even the hand holding the spoon was unconsciously exerting force, but the word 'architect' was always stuck deep in his throat. Not coming out, finally, he said dejectedly, "I am... I am a virtual sex toy...designer..."

"Huh? Virtual? What is that?" The red-haired young man seemed very interested in this topic.

The mercenaries between them concentrated on eating as if they didn't hear their conversation at all.

Ike had to briefly explain what he was selling.

Sachs eyes lit up: "This is interesting!" He swept his eyes maliciously at the mercenary uncles who were still eating in silence, and then touched his chin, "Some things will rust if they are left unused for a long time. ah……"

Uncle No. [-], who was sitting beside him and eating silently, suddenly put down his spoon and looked at Sachs seriously: "I've been using it all the time. It hasn't rusted."

The smirking young man suddenly froze his smile, with a suspicious blush from his cheeks to his ears, resisting the urge to waste food and throw the whole plate of miscellaneous stew at him, and glared at him viciously: "I didn't mention you! Go to your meal!"

"Yes, sir."

Sachs glared at No. [-] who continued to bury his head in his meal, and then looked back in the direction of Uncle Ike: "Can you do this here too?"

Ike didn't know what he wanted to do, but since the boss asked the question, he could only answer honestly: "It's okay to just design software, but there is no simulator here..."

"If it is a simulation device, there is a battle simulation room on the spaceship, can this be used?"

It’s just that the simple simulation equipment used purely for sex is compared with the sophisticated military combat simulator. That’s the difference between a small model toy plane and a fighter jet. A veteran like Ike can’t be sure: “I don’t know... I haven’t tried it. I've been through this..."

However, Sachs did not give him a chance to refuse, and with a big wave of his hand, he decided his main task for the next day: "Angus, take Uncle Ike to the combat simulation room after dinner."

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In the following days, Ike really followed Sachs' instructions honestly and went to the simulated battle room.

Although military combat simulators are much more complicated than ordinary fun simulation tools, they also have a taste of the same effect in terms of use. After all, they are all simulation operations, except for brain wave stimulation and data loading. To exercise the soldier's response ability, the retinal simulation reflection technology and the three-dimensional space sensor changer are also used to automatically adjust the parameters in time when the soldier responds to the situation, and produce different simulation results according to the situation.

In front of this kind of advanced simulator, it is not easy to deal with the design of simulated data casually, and if the people who use them are these mercenaries... then this is like those mercenaries who are blinded by drinking and have weak legs and feet. The prostitutes are different, and Ike doesn't dare to fool them casually.

"Uncle, do you want to take a break?"

Sitting on the seat of the simulator, Ike, who is almost completely wrapped in the machine, is adjusting the reaction of a blond beauty when her plump breasts are kneaded. Angus is full of strength, as if he can pinch a person's heart at once. The sound slammed into his eardrums, his hand flicked like this, the data went wrong, and the beautiful woman's breasts were squeezed and burst like a balloon.

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