Charles walked in with a neatly folded white coat draped over his forearm. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand, habitually looked towards the kitchen where Luo Yuan was, and then froze.
He slowly looked at the soldiers sitting in the room, and finally looked at Luo Yuan.
Luo Yuan blinked, "Mr. Charles?"
Charles' throat rolled, and after struggling for a while, he finally asked: "...Is there any left for me?"
Luo Yuan was stunned for a moment, glanced at the dishwasher that was halfway through running, and pressed the stop button with a "click".
"have!"
The pot was placed on the stove in the blink of an eye.
"immediately."
You Yan ate his noodles while secretly glancing at Charles who had stopped by the door because he had no place to stand, and Luo Yuan who was cooking noodles with his head down.
His eyes moved back and forth several times.
It’s incredible.
He sighed in his heart.
This Alpha never took his eyes off Major Luo.
The faint smell of bitter tea enters the nose.
You Yan finished eating quickly and told his brothers to line up to wash the dishes and put them back on the table.
"We won't bother you anymore!" He took the lead in saluting Charles. "Thank you for the hospitality!"
Charles paused.
"Don't you want to rest for a night before leaving?"
"No, no." You Yan shook his head like a rattle. "Thank you, Doctor Li, for treating our wounds. We stayed here because we were worried about the Admiral. Now that he's okay, we'll return to the fleet."
After saying that, he saluted again.
The soldiers of the Fourth Fleet came in large numbers and left in large numbers.
The house was spotless, as if they had never been there.
Charles pulled out the stool that had been carefully put back in its place and suddenly smiled.
I didn't expect that Pei Ji, an arrogant man who always disrespected his elders, could train his soldiers quite well.
The hot noodles came out of the pot quickly, and before Luo Yuan could make a move, Charles stood up and took the bowl.
In fact, as long as he has time, he will cook for himself.
Luo Yuan's quick-learned cooking skills are okay for occasional use, but they are still far from Dr. Li's dietary needs of a balanced diet of meat and vegetables.
It’s not that he is particular about every meal, but Charles thinks that Luo Yuan really needs to eat something good.
Judging from his height and body shape, it is obvious that he has been malnourished since childhood.
Perhaps this is also partly due to early differentiation.
Thinking of this, his hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped.
"What does it mean to differentiate into an Omega?"
Luo Yuan's hand froze as he picked up the food, but soon relaxed and put three bright green vegetables into Charles' bowl.
Hot mist floated up to the ceiling from between the two of them, blurring their vision.
"Ah..." Luo Yuan curled his lips, "Sir, you heard it, don't mind it, I was just talking nonsense."
He grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them on the noodles.
After looking at Luo Yuan's slightly innocent smile behind the mist, Charles didn't say much. He brought the bowl to the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Unlike the careless soldiers, his movements were graceful even when eating simple food.
Cut the smooth noodles into appropriate lengths, put them in your mouth and chew them carefully, it feels like you are enjoying a feast for your taste buds.
Luo Yuan looked at his silhouette while he was eating.
The corners of his mouth retracted little by little.
A well-educated and elegant aristocrat always knows what to ask and what not to ask.
He is a selfish guy who has climbed out of the mud step by step, only cares about pursuing momentary impulses and completely disregards the preferences of others. They are from completely different worlds.
Suddenly, his ears rang with the words Charles had said when he first asked him to have dinner with him a long time ago:
My elders and I tend to prefer Omegas with stable jobs.
And just now, he asked a question that was obviously shaken.
[What does it mean to differentiate into Omega? 】
His heart skipped a beat, and a sour urge rose in his throat. Luo Yuan blurted out, "If it's an Omega, will it be okay?"
Charles stopped eating with his chopsticks and turned to look at Luo Yuan with a puzzled expression.
Luo Yuan was stunned, as if he suddenly realized what he had just asked, and quickly pulled the corner of his mouth.
"Today's noodles taste okay, right? I added a little more white pepper, so it might taste a little different from before. I..."
"What were you going to ask?" Charles interrupted him.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"No."
Luo Yuan shook his head and smiled again.
"You Yan just said that Omegas might be better at cooking. After all, all the top chefs on Tianfu Star are Omegas."
"I don't think so. Mr. Charles may be an Alpha, but he cooks delicious food, right?"
Listening to Luo Yuan's somewhat hurried explanation, Charles lowered his eyes and scooped the remaining noodles in the bowl into his mouth.
"Not necessarily."
He drank up the soup too.
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