Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 11 Give Him Eggs

"Go out." He let go.

Claire walked out with her dirty clothes in her arms. When she was going down the stairs, she realized that her legs were a little weak.

"Claire, you got up early." Martina saw her when she came from the living room, and found the clothes she was holding in her hands. Her expression changed, "Commander, is he out?"

Claire shook her head, "No, he just took a shower, I prepared his clothes for him, and took away the dirty clothes and took them to the laundry room."

Martina's expression kept changing, until Claire asked her what was wrong, she said: "Usually you can go in to collect clothes after he goes out, but you are his female now, so it's normal for him to be tolerant."

Claire finally understood why he had that expression just now. He was obviously puzzled, and he probably still wondered if she had other motives.

"I'll pick a time to go next time," she promised.

Martina took the clothes in her hand, "You help the commander prepare breakfast, I will take the things to the laundry room."

"Ok."

The kitchen was clean, too clean.

There was only a bag of fresh oranges on the gray-toned marble kitchen counter, and she opened the refrigerator door to find meal replacement pills and milk, as well as a carton of eggs.

She took out all the things, and the egg carton was in a sealed state, and there were quite a few of the four egg cartons.

Claire swallowed, put the eggs aside, took out an orange and put it into a plate, and took out two meal replacement pills and put them in another plate.

After she warmed up the milk, Martina walked in, "Are you ready?"

"Hmm." Claire put everything into the tray, and pointed to the box of eggs she took out, "I see the date on it is about to pass, can I have it for breakfast?"

Martina glanced at the egg and said indifferently, "Whatever you want, the commander hasn't mentioned it, so it probably isn't something delicious."

Claire fell silent, "Well, Martina, didn't you know it was an egg?"

"I have only eaten meal replacements since I was born. If you want to ask me which meal replacement tastes the best, I can make a list for you." Martina said with a smile.

"No thanks, I think I can finish these eggs in 2 minutes, and I think eggs are definitely better than meal replacements." Claire waved her hand, speaking with certainty.

"You can cook? Deal with these strange things?" Martina's eyes were a little more surprised, "I thought the human race also ate meal replacements."

"I can cook, but it should be an individual case. Since Commander Cassius doesn't want eggs, would you like to try to eat one?" Claire warmly invited her.

Martina was quick to agree, "Trying new things brings joy to a life that is always the same."

The pots and kitchen utensils in the kitchen are neatly arranged, as clean as the exhibits in the home museum.

Fortunately, these intelligent electronic stoves are available.

Claire, who has a translation patch, has no worries about not being able to understand it and not being able to operate it.

She also found the only unopened bottle of seasoning in the kitchen cabinet. Martina said that it was given away when the fixed supermarket first opened a long time ago. It came from the inferior products produced by the human planet. No one knew. What is the use of this thing.

Claire opened the bottle and smelled it, and suddenly felt that they really insulted the dignity of soy sauce by calling it an inferior product.

She quickly cooked two oil-free omelettes, drizzled a little soy sauce over them, and gave Martina one on a plate.

The dark seasoning isn't very aesthetically pleasing, but it's weirdly appropriate when sprinkled on eggs.

Seeing Claire eat, Martina tentatively took a bite.

"Original flavor." Claire took the lead in letting out a satisfied sigh.

Martina had been used to taking pills for years, and when she bit into the egg, she was hit for the first time by the taste that came back to her brain from her taste buds.

"It's a strange taste, but it's not unpalatable. It's not sweet." Martina said with a look of shock.

Claire looked at her expression, her eyes moved slightly.

"The commander should be coming down, I'll take the things to the restaurant."

Martina put down the plate and nodded, "I'll go clean your room."

After she left, Claire took another egg, cracked it, fried it again, and put it on the dinner plate.

When she took the things to the dining room, Cassius just came down from the stairs, holding a military cap in his hand.

Claire put the things on the dining table, and when she saw him coming, she smiled sweetly, "Commander, breakfast is ready."

She is not in good health, and her skin is dark due to illness, but it is better than the facial features on this face. At least she does not think that she will offend the other party when she smiles.

Cassius put his hat on the edge of the table, pulled out the chair and sat down. Claire, who was standing aside, looked down and saw his short black hair showing a refreshing and soft color after drying, and she could easily smell the orange aroma on his body .

Probably a certain brand of shower gel, with a fresh smell.

She was a little apprehensive about taking out the food that belonged to him from the plate, but Cassius, who was sitting upright, suddenly stretched out his hand to the plate, and held the plate of golden eggs in front of him.

"You did it." He raised his eyelids, and for the first time there were strange fluctuations in his cold eyes.

Claire stirred a few times with her fingers on her belly, and said in a low voice, "It's about to expire, don't eat it and waste it."

Cassius lowered his eyes, staring at the plate of eggs lost in thought.

To eat, or not to eat?
Claire couldn't see any conclusions on his face. When she was struggling, Cassius suddenly said, "Want to please me?"

Isn't it obvious?
Claire nodded slightly, then shook her head quickly, "It's about to expire, it's a pity."

Cassius glanced at her again.

lame excuse.

He picked up the fork on the table and cut the eggs.

Cassius ate very slowly the food that could be easily eaten with a single slap. This process was like a meal performance unique to a certain prince and noble, and it was not elegant.

He ate the eggs slowly and drank all the milk, then moved his chair and stood up.

Claire couldn't figure out what his attitude was, but before going out, she asked in a low voice, "Can I continue to do it for you tomorrow?"

Cassius, who had just stepped out of the house, stopped, looked back at the girl standing at the door, and said softly, "Don't push yourself."

Claire: "."

Ingratiate failure?

She watched him get into a military vehicle and leave, then returned to the dining room to pack up in annoyance.

The two meal replacement pills remained unmoved, and a plate of fresh oranges did not miss a single petal.

Claire looked at these things, her eyes moved.

He didn't eat fruit after dinner.

She suddenly raised the corners of her lips slightly, picked up a petal and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Claire." Martina's voice came from upstairs, "The car that will take you to the correctional center will arrive in 10 minutes. I will wash the dishes, so you hurry to clean them up."

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