It was 3: 30 in the morning in Nan zhuxing, and the night was dark. Duan Hangye was not a person who slept a lot. At this moment, he had directly tossed himself past the point of sleepiness, and for some reason, he was hungry. Professor Duan, who was lying on the bed, rubbed his stomach without a care for his image. Suddenly, he remembered something mentioned in the movie "Toppling the Stars". The living quarters of the marshal's mansion on the Southern Star were not monitored.
This sentence was only briefly mentioned in the original novel, but because of his good memory and the fact that it happened to be related to his own life, Duan Hengye remembered it until now.
The House of the Marshal had all kinds of living areas. Duan Hengye lived on a floor with a large kitchen and dining room. He and Meng Jinhuai were very busy with work, so the two of them didn't live in the House of the Marshal often. When they came back, they would eat in the dining room on another floor. Therefore, other than the two bedrooms on this floor, the rest of the floor hadn't been used for a long time.
Most of the Marshal's activities were open to the public. Duan Hengye remembered that according to the schedule, Meng Jinhuai should still be in another galaxy … The thirst for food in the middle of the night, coupled with the fact that Meng Jinhuai was far away in another galaxy, relieved a lot of the psychological pressure on Duan Hengye. After a little hesitation, Professor Duan put on his coat, opened the door, and walked out.
Although no one had used the kitchen for many years, when Duan Hangye walked over, he found that the Marshal's Mansion's robots were still dutifully replenishing the ingredients here.
He slightly pulled his coat, leaned over, and opened the thermostat compartment. Duan Hengye saw a pile of cleaned vegetables neatly placed in the compartment. They looked very fresh on the outside. Probably because of the original novel's description, the common fruits and vegetables in this world were no different from those on Earth. However, the House of the Marshal was still the House of the Marshal. Many of the vegetables in the thermostat warehouse were not very homely. Duan Hengye searched for a while before he found the tomatoes hidden in the thermostat warehouse.
The man in the coat took the tomatoes out of the thermostat and then found two eggs. Duan Hengye had lived alone since he was an adult, so it was no exaggeration to say that his cooking skills were not bad. He took out a knife from the side and quickly began to process the vegetables in his hand. The tomato egg soup he planned to make was very simple. For someone as skilled as Duan Hengye, it would only take a few minutes.
Probably no one would have thought that the famous flower of the Yetian Empire, Duan Hengye, would be cooking in the kitchen in the middle of the night … In fact, compared to the progress he had made in his career, he felt a greater sense of accomplishment.
Duan Hengye skillfully poured the tomato egg soup from the pot into a bowl. Looking at the things in the bowl, he didn't know why, but he felt a little regretful. He thought that if he was on Earth, he would definitely take a picture and post it to his friends.
Ever since he transmigrated into [Toppling Stars], Duan Hengye's life had successively fallen into one crisis after another. Under these crises, he was so tired that he didn't even have time to think about the past.
On this night, after a busy day, the hunger was suddenly replaced by a faint sense of loss. Duan Hengye sighed softly and then slowly tasted the soup he just made … The taste didn't seem to have changed, but it also seemed to have changed.
The silence of the night was short. Before Duan Hengye could taste a few mouthfuls, he heard footsteps behind him. After all, Duan Hengye was already very tired after working in front of the optical computer for the whole night. But the second he heard the footsteps, the alarm in his head immediately went off, and the supper in front of him instantly lost its taste.
Other than the little brat Meng Hexi who was already sleeping under the care of the robot nanny, there shouldn't be anyone else in the House of the Marshal, right? Could it be a supernatural event, or … the Marshal is back?
Two diametrically opposed guesses popped up in his mind at the same time. Duan Hengye, who had always been very materialistic, realized that compared to the first hypothesis, he seemed to be more afraid of the second possibility. In layman's terms, for Duan Hengye, the Marshal was scarier than a ghost.
But no matter how unwilling he was to face it, reality didn't allow him to avoid it. Just as Duan Hengye was sitting in his original position, the chair next to him was suddenly pulled back by someone. The wooden leg of the chair rubbed against the floor, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, as if it was passing through Duan Hengye's heart.
From the corner of his eye, Duan Hengye saw a black shadow go around the chair and sit next to him.
"It's already so late, aren't you going to sleep?" Meng Jinhuai said as he sat on the chair. He was still wearing his iconic black military uniform, and looked like he had just finished a mission.
F * ck! Why is Meng Jinhuai back! Isn't he working in another galaxy? How did he finish so quickly? Even though Duan Hengye was very good at pretending to be calm, at this moment, he lost control of his facial expression. He saw his own embarrassment in Meng Jinhuai's eyes.
Meng Jinhuai said casually, "Originally, the mission would have taken a few more days, but I wanted to come back more often to accompany you, so I finished it early." His tone was as gentle as ever.
Duan Hengye didn't know that on the night he spied on him operating the mecha, Meng Jinhuai had already informed his subordinates to shorten the time of this business trip as much as possible.
Even though his heart was still beating out of reflex, Duan Hengye kept comforting himself in his mind — even though the original owner of the body had never cooked in front of Duan Hengye, he didn't explicitly say that he didn't know how to cook either, so it shouldn't be too big of an issue for him to find out … right?
"Okay." Duan Hengye resisted the urge to continue asking questions and nodded instead. "I … I'm going to rest now."
"Okay. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so you must take care of your body. Don't stay up late anymore." Meng Jinhuai said with concern. After saying that, he really did look like a normal man who had discovered his spouse's new ability and looked at the leftover supper in the country. "I haven't had dinner yet, can I try it?" Meng Jinhuai asked Duan Hengye.
Since you've asked, how can I say no? Duan Hengye nodded as if he had accepted his fate. Then Meng Jinhuai stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter to scoop out the remaining tomato egg soup.
Duan Hengye, whose back was facing Meng Jinhuai, didn't know that when he turned around, the corner of the Marshal's mouth unconsciously curved up slightly. If he hadn't discovered the S-grade spiritual power last time, Meng Jinhuai might have been shocked by Duan Hengye's abnormal behavior. But after a few days of digesting that incident, Meng Jinhuai seemed to have accepted the fact that "Duan Hengye might be different from what he imagined".
So in the middle of the night, the Marshal vaguely realized that perhaps his spouse was an interesting person.
The reason why Duan Hengye cooked himself was not only because he didn't want to wake up the robots, but also because the taste of his original world was somewhat different from the interstellar era. But unexpectedly, Meng Jinhuai seemed to particularly like the taste of Duan Hengye's supper that he cooked according to his previous tastes.
This wasn't a perfunctory compliment, but a visible surprise and fondness.
You're really not afraid that I'll poison you — — Duan Hangye thought as he looked at Meng Jinhuai's back, who had consciously walked into the other bedroom after finishing this frightening supper.
Perhaps it was because the big stone in his heart had been removed, Duan Hangye slept unexpectedly soundly, and even his biological clock had lost its effect. Duan Hengye didn't sit up until the three satellites outside the window completely disappeared and the world lit up again. Before he washed up, he habitually turned on his optical computer. He wanted to take this opportunity to browse the new information received by Amro and the research institute.
But before Duan Hengye could open the message bar, a morning news article attracted all of his attention.
After Duan Hengye saw the headline, he immediately sat up straight and rubbed his eyes hard. He saw the headline of the morning news: "The 25th of this month is the wedding anniversary of the Marshal and his spouse. At that time, all of the Marshal's planets in the Yetian Empire will welcome a grand celebration. The Marshal and his spouse will also participate …"
All of the Marshal's planets in the Yetian Empire will welcome a grand celebration? What's going on?
Duan Hengye hesitated for a bit, but in the end, he still clicked on the details. After quickly reading the news, he finally realized one thing. Even though the technology in this era was very advanced, the society was still under feudal rule. As one of the most powerful Marshals in the empire, Duan Hengye's birthday and even … his wedding anniversary was a public holiday for the planets he was in charge of!
What kind of experience would it be to have billions of people on a public holiday to celebrate your wedding anniversary? Duan Hengye thought that he would be able to answer this question soon.
Today was the 19th of the month in the galactic calendar, six days before the Marshal's Mansion officially opened for business.
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