Soul Mechanic [Interstellar]

[Sit in rows and divide biscuits]

On the cooking table, a variety of ingredients and cooking utensils are neatly placed.

Elsa touched here and touched there again, without hesitation, praised again and again: "Are these all made by Qiu himself? Not even in Daddy's workshop, it's amazing! She deserves to be the chief of the military academy." mechanic!"

Mu Qiu smiled embarrassedly, and said honestly: "In fact, these are old antiques, and they are not used in large workshops."

Elsa didn't know, but Mu Qiu knew very well that all the smart machines used in the military cafeteria where her father was located were much more convenient than this.

"No, I think there must be something special about what Qiu did." Elsa said affirmatively.

"I think too!" Little Gore was full of admiration and trust for Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu knocked on the solar panels installed on the Xiangyang side, and said with a smile: "If you have to talk about special places, I'm afraid it is it—the appearance and function of these little things are all antique designs. Only the energy warehouse is the latest. They don’t need it. Energy cards, but on the spot."

"Taking materials locally?"

"At the Military Academy before, the dormitory I lived in was more than 500 meters above the ground, and the windproof windows were only allowed to be opened when the energy shield was raised."

Elsa blinked her long eyelashes, and wittily guessed: "Because there is wind? So Qiu uses wind energy in the imperial capital?"

Mu Qiu smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think you might be able to think of what it would look like outside the window when the energy shield is evacuated. Of course, such a'spectacle' must be rare in the tree-lined guide school. "

Elsa smiled knowingly, "Since the materials are collected on the spot, what Qiu uses on the 3rd star must be solar energy!"

Mu Qiu nodded.

"If Daddy and their workplaces are also replaced by solar energy, over the years, I don't know how many energy panels to save." Elsa said thoughtfully.

Mu Qiu smiled and did not answer. The military industry will affect the whole body. If reform is so easy, it will not be delayed until today.

With the time of speaking, the progress bar of the oven had finished the last bar, and the "ding-" made a crisp sound, which brought all adults and children with different minds back to reality.

"Done?" Elsa asked in surprise.

Little Gore also grabbed Mu Qiu's arm and stared at the oven with wide eyes, as if he was afraid that it would suddenly fly away.

"It's ripe, but I don't know how it tastes." Mu Qiu said jokingly.

Elsa blinked and showed a clear look, "Autumn, I know, Asians love modesty. If you say it's not delicious, it tastes good, and if it's okay, it must be delicious."

Mu Qiu couldn't help but laughed, and opened the cooling valve in a good mood, and a strong sweet smell came out with the steaming heat.

"Good smell!" Elsa praised sincerely.

Little Gore even sniffed at the cooking table, his big blue eyes gleaming.

For those who make food, the expectation of the diners is the greatest motivation, and Mu Qiu is in this mood now.

Rows of browned biscuits are neatly arranged on a metal baking tray. The shriveled red fruit pieces have turned into a crystal clear color due to heating, and they are inlaid in the dough, which can evoke people just by looking at them. Greedy insects.

Mu Qiu picked the still hot biscuits onto the plate, patted the remaining powder on his hands, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's eat!"

"Wow!" Except for amazement, the two diners, one big and one small, didn't seem to know how to express their surprise.

"Little Gore eat first." Elsa said, handing one to Little Gore, and then she took a small bite.

"Oh my God, this one is better than the one in the malt shop!" Elsa's eyes opened wide, and she couldn't help but exclaim before she finished chewing the biscuits.

Little Gore cherished a small round cake with two small hands, and chewed quickly with his small pouting mouth. Before he could say any compliments, he just nodded vigorously.

Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing. "Malt Online" is the largest dessert shop on the federal network. I don't know how many years it has been handed down. He knows in his heart that his crude craftsmanship is not comparable to others.

Nevertheless, the support of the guests gave Mu Qiu a good mood.

Looking at the happy appearances of a freshman and a child, Mu Qiu couldn't help but appear in his mind a picture from more than ten years ago. In that warm little home, the afternoon sun shines into the kitchen, and the little Mu Qiu grabs the cooking table and winks. With big brown eyes, the gentle woman was watching picking up cookies and filling the entire dinner plate piece by piece.

"Qiuqiu wants to eat the most." The beautiful mother said with a smile.

"Leave the most to dad." The sensible child said quickly.

The woman smiled deeper, "Then Qiuqiu will eat the second most."

"it is good…"

Although more than ten years have passed, those scenes are still so clear, every time I think about it, my eyes will involuntarily become moist.

Mu Qiu hurriedly turned his back, pretending to tidy the oven, but did not let the two guests notice his gaffe.

The carrot gently hooked the owner's arm, sending silent comfort.

"Don't worry." Mu Qiu patted the round head of the little robot and responded with mental waves, "I will find them sooner or later, won't you?"

Little Carrot felt the change in Mu Qiu's mood and nodded happily.

At this moment, a soft little hand quietly stretched out, with two fragrant round biscuits lying in the palm of his hand.

Mu Qiu and Xiao Radish looked at them together, just to meet Little Gore's nervous little face.

"I'll eat it for you." Little Gore handed his hand in the direction of Carrot and whispered.

Mu Qiu raised his eyebrows, he was indeed a guide who could communicate with animals, the little guy was really sensitive. In contrast, Elsa is still immersed in the food, and has no idea what happened here-Mu Qiu's heart moved, could it be... the different colors of the tentacles are related to the emphasis of their abilities?

Elsa’s spiritual tentacles are milky white, gentle and tolerant, and good at healing; Little Gore’s spiritual tentacles are sky blue, pure and simple, and good at communication; as for Mu Qiu herself, the spiritual tentacles are colorless. Could it be...good at hiding?

Mu Qiu's heart moved, and he instinctively told him that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

However, before he had time to think about it, his sleeve was pulled slightly.

Mu Qiu bowed his head and faced the two small faces that he was looking forward to—Little Gore still held up his small hand, stubbornly wanting to give the biscuits in his hand to the small carrot; the small carrot clearly wanted but did not pick it up, but raised his small face. Waiting for Mu Qiu to nod.

Mu Qiu came back to his senses, touched Little Gore's head, and then handed Little Turnip an affirmative look.

The little guy cheered and took the biscuit happily.

Little Gore also showed a big smile, as if he was happier than he had eaten the cookies.

However, before he could close his mouth, Fangfang's robot also walked over, with the bright screen facing little Gore.

The little guy was dumbfounded, and stared at the "nanny" robot in front of him, feeling at a loss for a while.

Pumpkin, who hadn't waited to respond, couldn't help but reminded in a low voice, "Pumpkin should also make friends." It is not difficult to find the little loss in the tone.

Suddenly hearing the naive voice of the "nanny" robot, little Gore opened his mouth in surprise, but he didn't froze for long, but quickly reacted, and he handed his dinner plate to the pumpkin without hesitation.

Pumpkin raised Fangfang's little hand, carefully picked two biscuits, and said shyly: "There are only two pumpkins, just like carrots."

Little Gore looked at the pumpkin, then at the little carrot, his eyes finally returned to Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu smiled and explained his confusion, "He is called Pumpkin, and this is a carrot. Will Gore be their friend?"

"Yes! Gore is willing!" The little guy nodded hurriedly.

Pumpkin and Carrot also expressed their attitude, "We are also willing to be friends with Gore!"

The three new friends giggled, and Mu Qiu's spiritual realm received waves of joy.

Little Gore stood on tiptoe, reached Mu Qiu's ear and whispered, "Is it a secret?"

Mu Qiu bent down and replied quietly, following his way: "It's a secret."

The little guy nodded pretentiously, looked back at Elsa quietly, and then took the two new friends to a hidden place.

The three little guys hid in the corner, sharing cookies while communicating in a low voice.

"Can pumpkin eat biscuits?" Little Gore asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Pumpkin responded in a naive way.

"The radish is fine too!" The little guy was unwilling to be lonely.

"Are other foods okay?"

"You can eat it!"

"You are so amazing, none of our robots can." Little Gore admired mixed with envy.

"Is it stupid than Arrow's stupid robot?" Turnip's tone was full of disgust.

"Turn, Qiuqiu said before, don't call Ah A fool..." Pumpkin is rarely harsh.

"Um... I forgot." The carrot was a little low.

"It's okay, just make the correction next time. I have to listen to my brother." Little Gore taught like a little adult.

"Yeah!" Little Carrot was happy again.

"..."

Mu Qiu listened to the childish talk of the little guys, and he felt very pressing in his heart.

—

In the barrel-shaped metal building a hundred meters away, a sentry with a red stubble whipped his nose, and went around the room like a large animal.

"Aubrey, you turned my eyes dizzy." Lin Qing put down the information board and said helplessly.

Lu Xun pushed the frame, "I'm also curious, what are you smelling? Is it because the interference agent in the conference room has expired?"

Speaking of, Aubrey is a real S-class sentry-although he has no mental body-his five senses are sharper than everyone present, and strange sounds, smells, and touches will make him restless.

"Can you not smell it? It smells delicious, sweet, like, like...mother's smell!" Aubrey scratched his head and finally thought of a word that he thought was appropriate.

"Aubrey, don't forget that we are all classmates of the Junior Class." Lin Qing looked at him with a complex expression, very speechless-the military academy junior class received mostly martyrs' children.

Aubrey curled his lips and was rare to be clever, "I mean it tastes like a mother, that is, the taste that my mother makes delicious."

Lin Qing squinted at him, "Do you have a mother?"

"I'm just saying like it! I'm too lazy to tell you." Aubrey looked at Chu Qingtian pitifully, "Boss, someone must be making good food, let's go over and grab it!"