Why not go to the interstellar battlefield, dig up some trees and grass, and bring them over to help him with his work?
Isn't accelerating their transformation into little fairies free labor?
The little boy was still a bit confused when he saw his father suddenly stand up.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Chirp! Chirp chirp!"
Sleep, Daddy, sleep.
I'm so tired, I need to go to sleep.
The little one pointed to the bed and told Shen Yulou to lie down. Before he could react, his father hugged him and kissed him many times.
"Mwah, baby, you're amazing."
Without hesitation, Shen Yulou put the child back into the system space and went out to find helpers.
...
"General, this is the test report for the pastries."
The adjutant brought the macarons that Shen Yulou had just sent out that day into the conference room. The four generals sat facing each other, the atmosphere silent and subtle.
"show me."
Ovan broke the silence first, reaching out to his adjutant for the report.
"See, isn't this fine?"
After studying it carefully, he snorted a few times, slammed the report on the table, and looked at Asel and Sutyl across from him with a strange sense of defiance.
Asel and Sutaire wouldn't pay him any attention.
"Just because there are no problems now doesn't mean there won't be any problems in the future. Some enemies are best at lying in wait."
"This won't work, that won't work, is it really that hard for everyone to eat something decent?"
Ovan was at a loss for words.
"That's what you want to eat. We Zerg don't eat these things."
"Besides, if you really want to eat here, you can simply send a message to the higher-ups to send someone to open a shop. Why bother finding a stranger?"
The two generals opposite him gave him a disdainful look.
Chi Yuan leaned back in his chair and spoke slowly.
"How do you know the people sent from above won't be intercepted halfway? What if they're replaced by dark spirits?"
Asel and Suttler truly couldn't understand it.
Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over just one dessert?
"If the risk is so great, will you die if you don't eat it?"
"I will die."
Ovan pursed his lips, no longer wanting to talk to the two people who were struggling to find food.
He suddenly remembered that there was an Engel coefficient on ancient Earth, which seemed to be used to indicate the level of food consumption.
The Engel coefficient of the Zerg must be negative.
No, no, no, there is no such coefficient at all.
"Whether we open it or not is not up to us; let's see what the soldiers below want."
Upon hearing Chi Yuan's words, the adjutant stepped forward and handed them the investigation report he was holding.
"Eighty percent of the human soldiers agreed, four and a half percent abstained, and fifteen and a half percent opposed."
"What is the relationship between you humans and us Zerg?"
Asel was making sarcastic remarks without even opening the report, while Ovan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Sue Taylor's face darkened even more.
"Take a good look. Fifty-two percent of the Zerg agree."
Asel was shocked to hear Ovan's unrestrained laughter.
"What?"
He opened the document and examined it carefully, discovering that what the guy said was the truth.
"Your data isn't fabricated, is it?"
"No, General Asel, it's based on real-time statistics from the database. You can check it now."
The adjutant opened the statistics page with a smile.
"How could this be? Why?"
The two Zerg generals checked the data from beginning to end and found that it was indeed correct, but they just felt confused.
Why would the Zerg support this dessert shop?
Who actually wants to eat it?
The insects that were irritating them were holding up their macarons high in the air inside the cave.
"Why is this so delicious?"
Who did this?
The Zerg military order is different from that of the Starfarers because the intelligence of low-level and high-level Zerg is different.
Lower-level Zerg are less intelligent and more obedient. They are most likely to be born inside the Zerg mother, and therefore are the most numerous.
The Zerg's lowest-ranking soldiers are almost entirely composed of low-level Zerg.
"I really like it! I want to eat it!"
Everyone was a little sad looking at the limited number of macarons; there were so few, not even enough for a single worm to lick.
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