Jian Luo went back with the crayfish.
Today's harvest was quite fruitful, which was really satisfying. He originally thought that many foods on Earth would be unavailable, but he didn't expect that it would be okay. He always gets surprises inadvertently, which makes him very happy.
The rest room was very close, so he went back, put down the crayfish and took a shower. In fact, he had been feeling a little uncomfortable since he boarded the warship. It might be because he felt a little dizzy on the warship. Although he felt much better now, he still wanted to take a shower and go to bed.
Coming out of the bathroom drying her hair, Jian Luo pushed open the bathroom door and saw Lu Shifeng standing outside.
The Marshal sat elegantly on the sofa, raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Is he coming out?"
Jian Luo paused while wiping his head and nodded: "Yeah."
The room was still filled with the smell of crayfish. Jian Luo reacted and walked over to sit next to Lu Shifeng.
"Try this crayfish." Jian Luo opened the food box: "Actually, I also tried to make it. Do you think it tastes good?"
In order to prevent the Marshal's hands from getting dirty, he specially took a pair of gloves, although he himself sometimes didn't like to use gloves.
The main problem is that if you wear plastic gloves, the crayfish's body is too sharp and it is easy to pierce the gloves.
Lu Shifeng saw him peeling a lobster, so he took it and peeled it himself.
Jian Luo instructed from the side, "Actually, you don't have to peel it. We humans have delicate stomachs, so the shells might be a little difficult to digest. But you can just... swallow it in one gulp."
Lu Shifeng peeled it and handed it to him.
Jian Luo was stunned. He looked at the lobster meat in front of him and said hesitantly, "Is it for me?"
Lu Shifeng stared at Jian Luo with his blood-red eyes. Looking at the young man whose eyes seemed to be shining, he raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "You were swallowing your saliva just now."
“…”
Don't break up when things are tough.
Jian Luo took it embarrassedly: "I'll only eat one."
A smile flashed across Lu Shifeng's eyes.
The Marshal did not have as much trouble peeling the shrimps as Jian Luo. There were little scales on his fingertips, which were very sharp and could open the shrimp shells as soon as they touched them. The two of them took turns eating one each.
Finally, Jian Luo wanted to sigh: "Dragon scales are great!"
Lu Shifeng glanced at him: "Why, did you think it was a big problem before?"
“…”
Jian Luo wiped his hands, his desire to survive was extremely strong, but he still told the truth: "I think scales are very good, especially in the summer, I like them very much."
Lu Shifeng continued to look at him.
"Just..." Jian Luo felt more and more uneasy as he spoke, "Just to keep cool."
Although it’s still a little hot sometimes, it’s really cool. The scales are icy cool, which is even better than hugging a freezer!
Lu Shifeng said: "According to what you said, doesn't it mean that winter dislikes me?"
"How dare I?" Jian Luo said quickly, "Can't we heat it in winter?"
“…”
The room was silent again.
Jian Luo looked at Lu Shi's stern face. When he was not smiling, the Marshal's face looked a little sharp, with a strong aura and was very oppressive.
The coward Jian Luo became scared on the spot and hesitated whether to say something else.
After Lu Shifeng scared him for a bit, a smile appeared on his lips. He pointed at the crayfish on the table and said, "There are two left. Eat them yourself."
If others knew that the precious dragon scales, coveted by so many and immune to all poisons, were used as human air conditioners and walking heaters, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.
Jian Luo didn't feel sleepy at all after eating.
He stretched himself and said very proactively: "Brother Long, didn't you assign me a training task? I'll give it a try."
Lu Shifeng sat lazily on the sofa. Perhaps because he had just come from the battlefield, there was an lingering hostility about this man, which made him look less elegant and more dangerous. He stood up and looked down at Jian Luo: "Let's go."
Jian Luo looked at him stupidly: "Where are you going?"
"Aren't you going to train?" Lu Shifeng said, "I'll take you out to play."
The two men walked down the corridor, and the soldiers passing by would stop to greet them, usually with a salute:
"marshal!"
"Hello, Marshal!"
"marshal……"
Then when it was Jian Luo's turn to salute, everyone looked at each other, and some young soldiers who didn't know Jian Luo suddenly didn't know what to shout.
Call me madam?
Or call the title?
Finally, the smarter ones will shout:
“Hello, chef!”
“Hello, chef!”
Jian Luo waved and greeted everyone: "Hello."
As a human being, being able to greet the nobles so naturally is actually quite good.
After entering the training hall, Jian Luo thought that his training ground was still private like last time, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of people here this time.
He was not stage-frightened at first, but when he saw so many people, he felt a little scared.
Jian Luo looked at Lu Shifeng: "What are we training for?"
"Isn't it boring?" Lu Shifeng glanced at him: "Come and watch them play."
"……OK."
The dragon race is naturally brave and good at fighting. They spend their entire lives either fighting or on their way to a fight. Everyone looked at Jian Luo when they saw him.
Jian Luo's scalp tingled, but he wasn't particularly stage-frightened. He was a broadcaster and was used to facing so many people, so apart from being a little nervous, he was fine. However, the dragon tribe wasn't as hostile as he had imagined; instead, they were very welcoming.
"Is it the lobster chef?"
"He's so cute."
"Is he pregnant? I smell a cub."
"Keep your voice down, what if you scare him?"
The chattering dragons looked at Jian Luo with pity, as if they were looking at a kitten, their eyes sparkling.
Lu Shifeng stood beside Jian Luo and said in a deep voice, "Be quiet."
In an instant, everyone fell silent.
Lu Shifeng brought Jian Luo to the front and sat down. The dragons below all looked up at their Dragon King and a tiny human being together.
Lu Shifeng said: "Your group stage will continue."
When the dragons are marching and have no battles to fight, they will have group battles. The winning group will receive generous rewards.
The rest of the people can bet on which team will win.
A major general led his troops and asked Lu Shifeng, "Marshal, would you like to come down and play with us?"
Lu Shifeng shook his head: "You guys play."
The most fun part of the battle is the betting. You have to vote based on your strength. Winning the bet is like making a fortune. Secretary Jin stood by and asked Jian Luo, "Luoluo, do you want to bet?"
Jian Luo's name was called. He looked at the people below and suddenly found a few teams he had eaten hot pot with before. He said, "Then I'll bet on them."
Secretary Jin nodded: "Then you have to place a bet."
It was nothing at first, but after Secretary Jin said this, the other dragons also became interested. What kind of bet could humans offer that would make the dragons excited?
All the dragons looked up.
Facing so many gazes, Jian Luo hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Then, if this team wins, you can order whatever you want from all the dishes I've made."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was boiling.
The dragons were very happy, and the crayfish made them like Jian Luo very much.
The group that had eaten hot pot were so excited that the major general asked Lu Shifeng, "Sir, shall we start now?"
Lu Shifeng sat on it, playing with it in his hands: "What did you ask me before?"
The major general was stunned.
Lu Shifeng reminded him: "The previous question."
"Um...would you like to play too?"
Lu Shifeng stood up: "Yeah."
There was a moment of silence at the scene, and the next second, the dragon soldiers gave deafening cheers, and everyone's blood was boiling.
In the past few years, Lu Shifeng had rarely battled with them except for leading Xiaolong. There were few opportunities to face the Marshal head-on. Each of them wanted to get Lu Shifeng's guidance and see the ability of this god of war.
but--
Here comes the problem.
Secretary Jin looked at Jian Luo: "Luoluo, who are you betting on? Do you want to bet again?"
It would be unreasonable not to take your man away in public.
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