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Chapter 11 Lunch (2)
"Hey, it's a pity that his heart is going to be in vain, the marshal will not eat..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The two orderlies walked all the way, and finally saw who the tall figure was at the door of the kitchen, their complexion quickly turned from red to white.
York shivered: "Yuan, Marshal!?"
Not long after he was transferred to the Marshal's Mansion, he was working in the backyard again, so he had no chance to see the Marshal at all. This time, I had a close encounter, and I was so scared that it took me a long time to remember to salute.
Marshal Ling didn't respond, just glanced at him sideways.
This glance alone made him feel what is called "like a awn on the back, a sharp blade seals the throat".
York froze in place, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
The inherently disparate level suppression, in fact, does not have to be manifested by the release of his powerful pheromone by the alpha, and often only needs a look to make the weaker have the most instinctive fear.
Ling Changfeng ignored the two silenced orderlies, but turned to look at Xu Xinghe: "Where is the injury?"
"Uh...it's okay, it's not a serious injury." Xu Xinghe answered the Marshal's question perfunctorily, but his eyes were peeking at Alan at his feet. I thought to myself, this cat is so well-bred, the fur is smooth and smooth, and it must feel super good. I can feel it when I can touch it.
From Ling Changfeng's point of view, his little partner is drooping his head at the moment, his thick eyelashes are hanging down softly, like two small brushes, trembling slightly.
It seems a bit wronged, and a bit distracted.
"Give me the medical kit, you all go down." Marshal Ling's cold voice sounded in the kitchen.
The two orderlies were amnesty, handed the medical kits in both hands and ran away.
Suddenly a shadow covered the front, Xu Xinghe looked up and saw that Marshal Ling had already walked in front of him.
Xu Xinghe leaned against the edge of the cupboard, unable to retreat, so he widened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
Marshal Ling looked at him calmly: "Do you stutter easily when you're nervous?"
Xu Xinghe: "...Who is nervous 1
You old man have something to say, can you stay away from me!
Ling Changfeng: "I'll ask He Han to take you to the treatment cabin later."
"Ah? No, no! You still need to go to the treatment cabin for this minor injury?" Xu Xinghe shook his head and spread his hand, with a red mark across his palm.
The treatment cabin is a high-end medical device in the Xinghe calendar period. It can heal wounds quickly, but the cost is high and the cost of use is extremely high. Generally, it is only used by patients with severe trauma.
What does it look like to lie down in the treatment cabin with such a small injury? It was as embarrassing as calling an ambulance to go to the hospital for three stitches with a broken finger.
Marshal Ling lowered his eyes, and his eyes swept across the other's red palm: "Is it just hot? Are there any other injuries?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He suddenly realized that he had been tricked. It turned out that the other party was just asking him where he was hurt in a different way!
What made him speechless was still behind, Ling Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped his fingertips, flipped it back and forth, and then commented lightly without changing his face: "It's not serious - once burned, it won't get up. Blisters."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He withdrew his paws like a pissed-off kitten, and slipped sideways several meters away with a brisk stride.
His fingertips were still slightly hot.
Ling Changfeng didn't hold back either, letting the opponent's little finger run across his palm, leaving a tingling itch.
The right hand froze for two seconds, then put it down as if nothing had happened.
Marshal Ling unhurriedly opened the medicine box, slender and powerful fingers took out a disinfection cotton swab, and then without looking back, he waved at Xu Xinghe: "Come here, the wound still needs to be disinfected."
Of course, Xu Xinghe couldn't cast himself into the trap, and his head instantly turned into a rattle: "I won't bother you with such trivial matters, I'll do it myself."
Hearing this, Ling Changfeng raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he didn't force it, he just nodded lightly and said, "Well, remember to go back and take the medicine."
Xu Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and before leaving, he did not forget to pick up two cat biscuits and feed them to Alan, who had been waiting for a long time with an impatient face.
Then he picked up his steak and Xiao Qi's rations again and planned to go back to the house for lunch.
Unexpectedly, Marshal Ling raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and suddenly said, "Let's eat together."
Xu Xinghe, who was about to slip away, turned his head stiffly: "Huh?"
Ling Changfeng repeated: "Let's have lunch together."
Xu Xinghe's mentality collapsed instantly.
excuse me? ? ?
This is a lunch that took me over an hour to make! I was planning to eat alone!
What's more, don't your old people not eat these? Why did you suddenly get interested?
Sure enough, the legends are all lies!
But no matter how reluctant, after all, the ingredients belong to others, and the kitchen also belongs to others. Xu Xinghe took two seconds to think for a moment. In order to allow himself to continue to use the kitchen in the future, he still decided to use food first." Bribe" the master of the Marshal's Palace in front of him.
So he smiled awkwardly: "Let's go together."
In the blink of an eye, the news that Marshal Ling was going to have lunch at the mansion spread throughout the entire Marshal's mansion, causing a thousand waves.
"Fuck!! Marshal is not taking nutritional supplements today?"
"It's true! The steward has already sent someone to set up the dining room.
"I'll be darling, since the Marshal returned to the Capital Star this year, I have never seen him eat natural food seriously in the mansion.
"I almost forgot that there is a restaurant in the house..."
"Why did our marshal suddenly change his personality? Is it because Mr. Xu cooks himself?"
"It's no wonder that Mr. Xu's cooking skills are so good, and the aroma of the food he makes can be smelled across the corridor. Of course, the marshal is moved.
"Please, what does this have to do with cooking? Isn't the state banquet delicious? Our marshal is still not interested. In the end, it's still love Wujiwu."
"I can't see it, this omega method can do it 1
"Hey! Be careful what you say! I just heard that the steward went to talk to York. It seems that he was whispering and was heard by the marshal, and I don't know what to do..."
Although everyone was chatting hotly outside, the atmosphere in the restaurant was actually quite silent.
Xu Xinghe sat at the dining table and savored the fruits of his labor, while Marshal Ling read the electronic documents quietly at the other end of the long table, and from time to time he picked up a knife and fork to cut a piece of steak into the mouth.
It looked rather perfunctory.
Xu Xinghe was a little depressed.
He doubted whether Ling Changfeng had damaged taste buds, or had no sense of taste at all.
Any chef wants his food to be taken seriously.
Even if Xu Xinghe is just a half-baked chef.
If it were to eat with friends, he would have started bbq long ago.
It's a pity that the man in front of him is not his friend, but an alliance marshal who gallops across the five galaxies, so Chef Xu can only change the way bb: "That... busy work while eating is not good for the digestive system."
The man across from the long table paused, put down the document, and looked over with a pair of strange pupils that were naturally glowing with cold light.
Xu Xinghe suddenly felt a little regret.
He stopped talking, lowered his head and began to silently pick up the food, and at the same time thought sullenly: "Never eat with this person next time."
As soon as the idea came to mind, I suddenly heard a voice from the opposite side: "Well."
Xu Xinghe raised his head and saw that Ling Changfeng had turned off the electronic screen and began to concentrate on eating lunch.
Marshal Ling quickly solved the steak on the plate at the speed of cleaning the battlefield, then put down the knife and fork, and commented on the first four words: "It tastes good."
At this time, Chef Xu didn't know that even the highest-level state banquet had not been evaluated as "good taste" by Marshal Ling.
However, this did not prevent Xu Xinghe from returning with a big smile.
Ling Changfeng was slightly startled and lowered his eyes.
At this time, he didn't know that this smile only came from the joy of a person who loves cooking after hearing diners compliment his cooking skills.
But suddenly he was taken aback by that bright smile.
The contented young man has put the complaints just now behind him, and turned to look at the master of the Marshal's Mansion with a little anticipation: "Then I can always use the kitchen here in the future?"
Four eyes met, Ling Changfeng looked at the pair of bright black eyes on the opposite side, speechless for a while.
After a long while, he said, "Yes."
After a pause, he said, "I will ask them to purchase more ingredients."
He wanted to say something more, but the smartphone on his wrist rang inappropriately.
Ling Changfeng glanced at it, didn't answer, but wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I have something to go out and I can't come back until tonight."
"Oh." Xu Xinghe nodded blankly, wondering why the Marshal and his old man told him this.
Ling Changfeng didn't say any more, turned around and went out.
As an alliance marshal, he has no marriage leave to take.
When they stepped out of the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, the special vehicle had been waiting outside for a long time.
Marshal Ling called back the video call of the adjutant Qin Yuan, and the moment he was connected, Major General Qin Yuan began to bombard frantically: "Is your old man finally willing to answer my call? It's almost late for the meeting! You don't usually start a meeting a moment early. Is Zhong there??"
Although Qin Yuan knew better than anyone that Marshal and his old man were late, they would not be called late, and this giant Buddha would not officially start until the meeting. However, because Marshal Ling usually has a strong sense of time, his subordinates followed him and were very punctual.
Marshal Ling leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes. Hearing that, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, he just said lightly, "It's too late."
Qin Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "I know it's too late—I have contacted the Air Orbit Bureau to open the s-02 emergency channel for you. Please fly directly over as soon as possible... eh? Did anything good happen today?"
Major General Qin suddenly changed the conversation and looked at Marshal Ling at the other end of the video with a shocked expression.
Ling Changfeng said expressionlessly, "Nothing."
Major General Qin continued to be shocked: "but you seem to be in a good mood..."
Marshal Ling continued to say expressionlessly, "You are wrong."
Qin Yuan: "..."
Major General Qin opened his mouth and suddenly realized something, so he changed his tone of voice and put on a hippie smile: "I almost forgot that you are a family now, how is it? Newlywed Yaner, last night.Yes or no……"
Ling Changfeng opened his eyes, and with a "squeak", he turned off the video neatly.