Dressed as the only Omega in the Star Military Academy

Zhou Zhi looked over.

He saw the Omega looking at him expectantly.

The word "foodie" is just missing from his face.

Zhou Zhi subconsciously raised his hand to his lips to hide the expression on his face.

However, there was still a hint of hesitation in that cold voice:

"Let's see the time later."

It’s not that Zhou Zhi intended to offend him.

However, as an admiral of the Empire and the commander of the Dunson Military Academy, he was always busy and never returned to the dormitory. He would occasionally close his eyes for a short while in the office, so it was basically difficult for him to find time to cook.

Lu Chihuan didn't care.

His cheeks bulged slightly when he ate, and when he heard this, he quickly swallowed the steak, and then spoke with sparkling eyes:

"Then I wait for you."

"You must call me when the time comes!"

A trace of helplessness appeared on Zhou Zhi's stern face.

But he nodded.

"Eat slowly."

He reached out and scooped a bowl of soup and placed it next to Lu Chihuan. As he moved, the muscles in his arms formed smooth arcs and the shirt on his chest unconsciously tightened a little. Every move was filled with the scent of male hormones.

however--

All of this is thrown to the blind.

Lu Chihuan buried his head in his meal.

Apart from the food on the table, I could basically see nothing else.

"Brother Zhou."

Lu Chihuan picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. Because the soup was a little hot, his lips slowly turned bright red. He spit out his scalded tongue and asked again, "When did you start..."

“Is cooking so delicious?”

Zhou Zhi stared at the soft tongue.

His eyes darkened.

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

I just felt like I was in a hot desert and was extremely thirsty.

A moment later.

He then looked away in embarrassment.

"No."

He tried to maintain his usual cold and stern tone, and continued to speak slowly, "Although the Dunson Military Academy teaches a variety of offensive and defensive moves, it has never taught anything about cooking, and I have never learned this knowledge at home."

“So the first time I caught prey, after I grilled it, it was either half-cooked or burnt.”

Lu Chihuan really enjoyed listening to Zhou Zhi talk about his past life on the battlefield, probably...

Can I laugh at him openly?

Hearing this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Lu Chihuan was not surprised at this result at all.

After all, Zhou Zhi was brought up according to the standard aristocratic elite education before he grew up. Although Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou would not spoil him, they would not let him cook for himself. Therefore, before he went to the battlefield, he still had some harmless young master's temper, such as mysophobia.

"Then have you eaten?"

Lu Chihuan asked curiously.

Zhou Zhi's reaction was quite calm, "I ate it."

"That was the only prey I caught within a radius of dozens of miles. The temperature there drops sharply at night. If I don't eat it, I don't think my body will have enough calories, and I'm afraid I won't be able to leave that desolate planet."

Lu Chihuan was stunned.

For a moment he seemed to feel the alienation of people caused by war.

Maybe Zhou Zhi used to be a bit of a germaphobe and had a spoiled temper, but after entering the battlefield he could only force himself to change and adapt to the battlefield. Perhaps as soon as he closed his eyes, the pressure between life and death would instantly surge into his heart.

What was he thinking about every time before going to the battlefield?

It's painful.

Or something else?

Lu Chihuan suddenly felt that Zhou Zhi was like a mystery. He looked cold and lazy, and was heartless when dealing with people, but no one could see through him.

Zhou Zhi was keenly aware of Lu Chihuan's emotions.

He frowned.

He seemed to be not used to people looking at him like that, so he quickly changed the subject:

"I think you should worry about yourself first. When you graduate from Dunson Military Academy, you will have to go to the battlefield. Even soldiers responsible for doing odd jobs may occasionally encounter dangers, such as space pirates and Zerg."

For an instant.

Lu Chihuan no longer sympathized with Zhou Zhi.

He thought...it’s better to take good care of himself.

The thought of facing those ferocious and ugly Zergs made his appetite decrease a lot.

And it’s no wonder that the food in the student cafeteria at the Dunson Military Academy is so bad. It turns out that they are worried that it will be difficult for the students to live frugally after going to the battlefield, so they simply poison their taste buds and lower their expectations, so that they can eat anything on the battlefield.

What a nasty plot.

Who on earth came up with this?

Lu Chihuan hung his head dejectedly, looking like a sunflower that was wet by the rain.

"okay."

Zhou Zhi stretched out his bony fingers.

She touched Lu Chihuan's forehead and propped up his weak head. "Cheer up. I have a food booklet I wrote here. You can take a look at it. If you happen to see it on the battlefield, you can catch it and eat it."

"If the meat is good, it will taste good no matter how bad the cooking skills are."

Lu Chihuan's eyes lit up.

Also.

If you can’t roll up the cooking skills, you can only roll up the ingredients.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhi is actually a pretty good person. From now on, he will never call him the heartless living devil again!

"Thank you, Brother Zhou!"

His eyebrows were curved.

Young people are always very pleasing when they want to please others. Their clear voices seem to be dipped in amber honey, and a faint sweetness begins to spread.

Zhou Zhi took a deep breath.

It seemed as if I was inexplicably stimulated.

After a while, he stood up, tugged at the collar of his shirt with his straight, slender fingers, and said condescendingly, "Wait."

"I'll get it for you."

The notes were written by him when he had nothing to do.

So I put it in the study.

When he came out of the study, he saw Lu Chihuan lying on the windowsill, carefully poking a half-dead cactus there with his fingers.

All of a sudden.

Zhou Zhi was a little embarrassed.

In the past, he only raised this cactus on the advice of his adjutant and intended to use it to relieve boredom. However, for some reason, the cactus became more and more wilted as he raised it, and in the end it became half-dead.

"Brother Zhou."

"If you don't take good care of this cactus of yours, it probably won't live for more than a few months."

Lu Chihuan muttered.

Zhou Zhi coughed lightly.

"If you want to keep it, take it away. I don't know how to keep it anyway."

"That won't work."

Lu Chihuan refused righteously.

"You gave me the Cuckoo Chicken last time, and this time you treated me to a meal and gave me a food brochure. How can I accept your things again? I might as well give you this cactus and take care of it first. I'll give it back when it's grown."

Zhou Zhihun didn't care.

"also."

"Then you can take it away."

After the meal, Lu Chihuan didn't want to stay with Zhou Zhi for too long, otherwise people who didn't know would think there was some shameful deal between them. So not long after, Lu Chihuan and Zhou Zhi washed the dishes together, and then left the officers' building with the flower pot and the booklet.

As soon as you enter the dormitory.

A ball of fur flew towards Lu Chihuan's face.

"Goo-gig!"

The cuckoo chicken is particularly enthusiastic.

Almost at the same time, Eaton's text message came into the communicator, "Master."

"Are you...back to the dormitory now?"