A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

"Yan Yan, what are these?"

At this time, Alvia's eyes fell on Xin Zijin's hands. Seeing Xin Zijin taking out the food from the lunch box one by one, he frowned slightly.

"I made this myself. I thought you hadn't eaten yet, so I brought it to you. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a few different flavors."

What? It turned out to be the food Yanyan made for him! You know, females rarely do hard work by themselves.

Cooking was complicated and tedious, and the portions were quite large. Elvia felt both excited and distressed.

If he had known earlier, he should have gone back every day, making Ruyan worry.

Why are you daydreaming? Come and have dinner.

The girl took the man's sleeve and led him to sit at the dining table.

Xin Zijin first served the man a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him, then helped him pick up many dishes and put them on the plate. Then he took out his chopsticks and prepared to enjoy the food.

Alvia stared at Xin Zijin with his burning eyes, without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave Xin Zijin's entire person into his soul, remember her firmly and never forget her.

Xin Zijin felt a little scared by his fiery gaze.

She quickly changed the subject, after all, she had other important matters to attend to.

"I made a lot today. Do you want to invite your family to eat together?"

Alvia shook his head. He had been very busy these days and hadn't seen the little female for several days. He missed her terribly. This was a rare opportunity to be alone with the little female, so he naturally didn't want anyone else to disturb her.

"No need, just ask the guards to take a few copies and send them over."

Xin Zijin was delighted when he heard this and quickly wrote:

"Okay, I've prepared several portions. You have a nephew, and I'm worried that if the child is too young, his teeth might not be very good, so I specially prepared meat dishes that are easy for the child to swallow."

After saying that, Xin Zijin took out the lunch box containing the lion's head.

A child? Bad teeth? Alvia felt a bit amused.

I hope my little wife doesn't think that Cyril is a young beast.

"His teeth are in great shape," the man said, but he didn't explain or stop him.

Elvia asked curiously, "What kind of food is suitable for orcs with bad teeth?"

The girl slowly wrote, "I've saved a portion of braised lion's head for you."

meat ball with soy sauce!

The beast form of Cyril immediately appeared in Elvia's mind, and he couldn't help laughing.

Elvia couldn't wait to urge the guards to deliver the braised lion's head, and specifically instructed them to tell the prince the name of the dish.

Xin Zijin looked at him in confusion, wondering why the man suddenly smiled so brightly.

When Alvia ate the food for the first time, his eyes were filled with amazement. He never expected that the food would be so delicious.

And... what made him happiest in his heart was that these were all made by his wife. The feeling was very wonderful, as if every cell in his body was filled with joy.

Xin Zijin looked at Alvia and always felt that the other person's eyes looked at her more gently.

Cyril was a little impatient today. The Queen seemed to be very free recently, and the books she sent him were all weird things that he didn't want to read at all.

He heard that Elvia had ordered the guards to bring him lunch, saying that it was made by his wife herself. It was impossible for him to say that he didn't show off at all. He could even imagine Elvia's smug expression.

This made him a little curious. Could females actually cook? The guard specially arranged the dishes one by one, reading out the names of the dishes as he did so.

When the braised lion's head dish was mentioned, Cyril's eyebrows jumped.

When Cyril saw the dishes on the table, he was stunned.

These dishes are very different from the usual ones, but they are almost all delicious, especially the lion's head, which is golden in appearance and looks very tempting, making him feel a little eager to try it.

After delivering the meal, all of Elvia's guards left.

Cyril walked to the dining table, glanced down, and was about to eat when he caught a glimpse of a small wooden box next to the plate of braised lion's head. The wooden box was covered with a black cloth. Was it the sauce?

Cyril's heart trembled. He stretched out his bony right fingers and gently peeled off the black cloth. It was a badge that only students of the Ninth Military Academy had.

The badge was engraved with complex patterns, and the badge representing identity was simply engraved with three words, "Xin Zijin"

Xili's body froze instantly, and the excitement on his face disappeared without a trace.

Zijin!

How is this possible! Why is Zijin here?

Impossible! Why would Xin Zijin come to Saint-Atienne? Shouldn't she be in the Federation?

But this is indeed the badge of the college, and the name that can record the identity on it is indeed Xin Zijin.

The food made by Alvia's wife herself, could it be, could it be, a certain guess arose in Cyril's mind,

Although it was just a quick glance that day, he didn't see the appearance of the female in the wedding dress, but when he thought about it carefully, the height and figure were exactly the same as Xin Zijin's.

How did she suddenly become Alvia's wife?

The man stood up suddenly and strode towards the door. A badge alone could not convince him, he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

When Cyril strode to the palace where Elvia handled government affairs, he saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night.

She was wearing a white long dress with a simple belt tied around her waist, which made the girl's figure look even more slender and graceful. Her long hair was loose, black and smooth, lying around her waist like silk.

That exquisite face overlapped with the ones in countless dreams. It was really her, Xin Zijin. Cyril staggered back two steps, his face pale.

Cyril smiled bitterly. He had never imagined that the little female he had been thinking about every day would become his aunt. He lowered his eyes, trying to hide his inner loneliness and sadness.

"Cyril, what's wrong with you?" Elvia looked up and saw her nephew standing there without saying a word. He looked as if he had been stimulated by something and was staring blankly at the front.

"Ah, uncle." Cyril looked up at Elvia, forced a faint smile, then lowered his head sadly and stopped talking.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Alvia asked.

Cyril was silent for a moment before he said, "Uncle...thank you...for the food."

The corners of Alvia's mouth twitched. How could he not remember that his nephew was usually so polite?

Just for a few meals, he hurried over to thank him. Didn't he usually steal enough things from him?

But he was used to doting on Cyril, and he had always been indulgent towards this nephew, so he didn't bother to care about it. Alvia waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, these are all made by Ruyan herself."