Chapter 21:

At 3:30 in the morning of the Southern Stars, the night was thick. Duan Hengye is not a person who has a lot of sleep, it will be even more straightforward to toss over the difficulties, and somehow become hungry. After feeling the protest from his stomach, Professor Duan lying on the bed rubbed his stomach in an unimaginative way. At this moment, he suddenly remembered one of the things mentioned in "Dumping Interstellar"-this place in Nan Zhuxing The living area of ​​the Marshal's Mansion is not monitored.
This sentence was only mentioned in the original book, but because of his good memory and the reason that it is related to his own life, Duan Hengye still remembers it till now.
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The living area of ​​the Marshal's Mansion has everything you need. There is a large kitchen and dining room on this floor where Duan Hengye lives. He and Meng Jinhuai are very busy at work. They don’t often live in the Marshal’s Mansion, and when they come back, they eat in the restaurant on the other floor, so no one has used any other places on this floor except the two bedrooms for a long time. .
Most of Marshal Lord’s activities are public. Duan Hengye remembers that according to the schedule, Meng Jinhuai should be in another galaxy now... the hunger for food in the middle of the night, plus Meng Jinhuai's affairs in other galaxies. Hengye relieved a lot of psychological pressure. After a while, Professor Duan put on his coat and opened the door and walked out.
Although no one had used the kitchen for many years, Duan Hengye walked over and found that the robots in the Marshal's Mansion had been conscientiously supplementing the ingredients here.
He gathered his coat slightly, then leaned over and opened the thermostat. Duan Hengye saw a pile of washed vegetables neatly placed here, and they looked very fresh on the outside. Probably because the original author specifically described it, the common fruits and vegetables in this world are no different from those on earth. But Marshal's Mansion is Marshal's Mansion in the end. Many vegetables in the constant temperature warehouse are not very homely. Duan Heng turned it over for a while before discovering the tomatoes hidden in the constant temperature warehouse.
The man wrapped in a coat took the tomatoes out of the thermostat, and then found two more eggs. As a person who has lived alone since adulthood, it is no exaggeration to say that Duan Hengye’s cooking skills are not bad. He took the knife out from one side, and then quickly began to process the vegetables on hand. The tomato egg soup he plans to make is very simple, and it only takes a few minutes for a skilled worker like Duan Hengye.
Probably no one could have imagined that the famous Gaoling Flower Duan Heng Ye of the Ye Tian Empire would be tossing and cooking in the kitchen late at night... Even compared to making progress in his career, he felt more accomplished at this time.
Skillfully pouring the tomato egg soup from the pot into the bowl, looking at the contents of the bowl, Duan Hengye somehow felt a bit regretful—he thought that if it were on the earth, he would have to take photos and send it to the circle of friends.
From the time he entered "Dumping Interstellar", Duan Hengye's life has fallen into crisis after crisis. Under these crises, he was struggling to deal with it and didn't even have time to recall the past.
On this night, the feeling of hunger was suddenly replaced by Ruoyouruowu loss after being busy. Duan Hengye sighed lightly, and then slowly tasted the soup he had just made...The taste seemed to have not changed, but it seemed to have changed.
The silence of the night was short. Before Duan Hengye had a few sips, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. After all, Duan Hengye was already tired after busying Guangnao all night. But at the moment the footsteps came, the alarm in his brain sounded immediately, and the supper in front of him lost its flavor at that moment.
Except for the sleeping kid Meng Hexi, who was already watched by the robot nanny, there should be no one else in the Marshal's Mansion, right? Could it be a spiritual event, or... Master Marshal is back?
Two diametrically opposed guesses popped up in his mind at the same time. Duan Hengye, who has always been very materialistic, discovered that he seemed more afraid of the second possibility than the previous one. In layman's terms, to Duan Hengye, the marshal at this time was more terrifying than ghosts.
But no matter how he doesn't want to face it, reality doesn't allow him to avoid it. Just when Duan Heng was sitting in the same position at night, the other chair beside him was suddenly pulled back. The wooden chair legs made a slight noise on the floor, as if they were passing through Duan Hengye's heart.
Duan Hengye used his peripheral vision to see that a dark figure walked around the chair and sat beside him.
"It's so late, don't you still sleep?" Meng Jinhuai said while sitting in the chair just now. He was still wearing the iconic black military uniform, and it looked like he had just finished the mission.
by! Why is Meng Jinhuai back! Didn't he work in other galaxies, it ended so soon? Although very good at pretending to be calm, Duan Hengye's expression management is still out of control at this moment. He saw his embarrassment from the bottom of Meng Jinhuai's eyes.
Meng Jinhuai said casually: "Originally, the task will be completed in a few days, but I want to come back to accompany you more, so I ended the work early." His tone was as gentle as ever.
Duan Hengye wouldn't know, just on the night he was operating the mecha, Meng Jinhuai had notified his subordinates to reduce the time of this business trip as much as possible.
Although he was still physically beating with a conditioned reflex heart, Duan Hengye kept comforting herself in his brain. Although the original owner had not cooked in front of Duan Hengye, he did not clearly express himself. Yes, so it shouldn't have a big impact if the other party finds out now... right?
"Yeah" Duan Hengye resisted his instinct to continue to ask questions or complain, and then nodded and said, "I...I will go to rest immediately."
"Okay, now that you are recovering from a serious illness, you must pay attention to your body and can't stay up all night." Meng Jinhuai cared. By the way, after finishing talking, he really looked at the rest of the night snacks left in the country like an ordinary man who discovered his spouse’s new skills, "It happened that I didn’t have dinner, can I taste it?" Meng Jinhuai said to Duan Hengye Asked.
You have asked, can I still say no? Duan Hengye nodded his head like a fate, and then saw Meng Jinhuai stand up and walked to the cooking table to pour out the remaining tomato egg soup.
Duan Hengye, who had his back to Meng Jinhuai, didn't know. As he turned around, the corner of Marshal Lord's mouth suddenly raised a small arc unconsciously. If there hadn't been the incident of S-class mental power being discovered last time, Meng Jinhuai might have been shocked by Duan Hengye's abnormal behavior. However, after a few days of digesting the incident, Meng Jinhuai seemed to have accepted the fact that "Duan Hengye may be different from his own imagination."
So in the middle of the night, Master Marshal vaguely discovered that perhaps his spouse was an interesting person.
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The reason Duan Hengye cooks himself is not only because he doesn't want to wake up the robot, but also because his original taste of the world of life is somewhat different from the interstellar age. Unexpectedly, Meng Jinhuai seemed to particularly like the taste of Duan Hengye, which was cooked according to the taste of the past.
This is not a perfunctory compliment, but a surprise and affection visible to the naked eye.
I'm really not afraid that I will poison you. After the end of this fearful supper, Duan Hengye thought of this when he looked at the back of Meng Jinhuai who consciously walked into another bedroom.
Probably because of the removal of the big stone in his heart, Duan Hengye's sleep was unexpectedly sweet, and even his biological clock lost its effect. Duan Hengye didn't sit up on the bed until the three satellites outside the window disappeared completely and the world was bright again. Before washing, he habitually turned on his light brain, wanting to take advantage of this time to browse the new information received by An Luo and the backstage of the research institute.
But before Duan Hengye opened the message bar, a piece of morning news attracted all his attention.
After seeing the title, Duan Hengye immediately sat up straight and rubbed his eyes vigorously. He saw that the headlines of the morning news read: "The 25th of this month is the first anniversary of the marriage of the Marshal and his spouse. At that time, all Marshals of the Ye Tian Empire will have a grand celebration. The Marshal and The spouse will also participate..."
Will all the marshals of the Ye Tian Empire have a grand celebration? What's happening here?
Duan Hengye hesitated, and finally clicked on the detailed message. After reading the news quickly, he finally realized one thing clearly. Although the technology of this era is very advanced, the society is still under the feudal rule of cheating. As a rich and powerful marshal with many stars in the empire-a truly privileged class, Duan Hengye's birthday and even... wedding anniversary are public holidays on the planet under his direct control!
What kind of experience is it like to celebrate your wedding anniversary with tens of billions of people on holiday? Duan Hengye thought that he could answer this question soon.
This day is the nineteenth of the month in the ephemeris, and there are still six days before the marshal's husband officially opens.