A huge scar ran from his collarbone to his abdomen and then to his back, and after being stitched up, it looked as grotesque as a centipede.

"Isn't there a dessert shop next door? I guess it tastes like that dessert shop."

Clearly, Shen Yulou's information had already been presented to them.

Smelling the enticing aroma in the air, my stomach rumbled twice.

Chi Yuan, who could only smell but not eat, simply ordered his adjutant to close the windows.

"The general is still working even after just having surgery?"

The adjutant was somewhat surprised. He obviously knew about the news, but when the news came, Chi Yuan was in the medical operating room stitching up his wounds, wasn't he?

"Well, there's nothing to do while the machine is sewing, so I might as well check the messages while I'm sewing."

Chi Yuan grunted twice, and the robot knocked on the ward door to deliver his medication.

The adjutant could also see the congealed blood beneath the massive wounds on his body.

Even though current medical technology can achieve quick healing without leaving scars, General Chi prefers to have traditional sutures unless absolutely necessary.

Some say that scars are a symbol and a source of pride for men, and that each scar records their achievements.

He expressed his understanding and respect.

I just don't know if the general's future partner will mind.

Probably not, they would probably feel bad.

The adjutant was lost in thought as he watched the robot apply ointment to Chi Yuan's wounds, which had been gruesome just moments before, and began to heal rapidly, forming scars.

"So, have the generals made up their minds? Are they going to open a dessert shop for this little vanilla extract?"

Chi Yuan shook his head.

"They're still arguing, they haven't finished discussing it yet."

The four generals on the central battlefield consist of two StarCraft and two Zerg, a balanced number that allows the two races to keep each other in check on the battlefield.

"What did the other three generals say?"

"General O said he felt that Vanilla Extract could be given a chance, but Generals Asel and Suttell did not quite agree."

Chi Yuan split the virtual screen and scrolled through the messages on the virtual screen while looking at Shen Yulou's memories.

In the group chat, Ovan complained about the Zerg's poor food supply, while Asel and Sutyl criticized Ovan for disregarding the lives of his soldiers.

The messages kept rolling, and it was impossible to tell how many messages the three of them had sent together.

Even in a 1v2 situation, Ou Wan was still holding his own, and the three of them started tagging Chi Yuan to express their opinions.

Chi Yuan replied in the group that he hadn't thought about it yet, then closed the virtual screen and started cracking his knuckles, which made a crisp sound.

What about you? Do you like cake?

The adjutant looked at him blankly, and hesitated for a long time after confirming that Chi Yuan was asking him.

"I didn't like to eat before I came to the central battlefield."

"And now that it's here?"

"I don't know, I've never eaten it."

"Perhaps, we could give it a try?"

He carefully observed Chi Yuan's expression, trying to discern Chi Yuan's thoughts and adapt accordingly.

Unfortunately, Chi Yuan's usual cold expression prevented him from guessing anything.

"Go ask the soldiers below if they want to eat it, investigate first."

"Also... ask the people in the Class A medical ward if they want to eat. If they do, then they can go and eat first."

The soldiers in the Class A medical wards were all severely wounded and near death, barely clinging to life with the help of machines.

Extending their lives was their own choice; those who didn't want to live had already died.

The remaining body, though broken, still retains a trace of warmth. On the interstellar battlefield, it is helplessly regarded as a buffer in exchange for the preservation of more valuable targets.

One body is as light as smoke, while ten thousand bodies are as heavy as a star alliance.

The adjutant lowered his eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

"Okay, I understand."

He tiptoed out of the ward, trying to keep the sound of his military boots hitting the ground as low as possible.

...

Shen Yulou was in the dessert shop downstairs, thinking about what dessert to make tonight.

Those who sell pastries wake up very early and then get up to make desserts.

But he's different; he likes to stay up late to finish his work before going to sleep.

"What should I make? Tonight I'll make cream puffs, donuts, tiramisu, and chocolate cake..."

If he wanted to sell small cakes, he planned to make a big cake and then divide it into small pieces for display and sale.