Shen Yulou leaned over and pressed his forehead against the baby's forehead. The baby obediently closed his eyes, feeling his father's warmth.
The two cuddled together for an unknown amount of time before the chaotic sounds outside gradually subsided and the explosions slowly disappeared.
"The cannon noise has stopped, baby."
Pulling back the curtains and looking out the window, the protective membrane overhead still gleamed with a blue-silver light, and the fine cracks were being repaired by the energy liquid that kept gushing out from underground.
The wounded soldiers were systematically sent to various hospitals for treatment, and a line of people also gathered in front of the central hospital next to Shen Yulou.
"Let the seriously injured patients go first! Everyone, spread out!"
The shouts of medical staff spread outwards through several loudspeakers at the hospital entrance.
There seemed to be quite a lot of people. Shen Meiren tiptoed to observe the speed at which people were queuing, and it seemed to be quite fast.
Go open the door now, so they can eat right after they've recovered and come out of the hospital.
He poked the baby's chubby cheeks, put on his shoes, and ran downstairs to open the shop.
"A sweet cake, a sweet heart~"
As the enormous cake shop loudspeaker automatically activated when Shen Yulou opened the door, everyone around turned to look.
The insects, on the verge of death, were startled awake. Several fat insects, who were fighting in their original forms, struggled to move through the crowd, trying to squeeze through.
Their once robust and powerful limbs were now broken in several places, hanging haphazardly and leaving trails on the ground, making their movements appear particularly unsteady.
Heaven knows how long the bugs have been eyeing this bakery.
They're going to eat them all! Eat them all! They're going to eat all the delicious cookies!
The familiar aroma of bread wafted into everyone's noses, and Shen Yulou took out the cakes from the refrigerator and arranged them.
The cakes that need baking are still being baked by the busy plants in the kitchen.
"Selling desserts!"
"Sweet cakes, egg tarts, puddings, pastries of all flavors..."
As Shen Yulou cut the cake, he shouted, when suddenly a huge figure loomed in front of him. Looking up, he saw that it was a Zerg soldier.
The insects in front of me were torn open in many places, like ripped rags, revealing pink and slightly trembling tissue inside, with a faint transparent mucus seeping out from the wounds.
"Cookies, delicious cookies."
"Cookies, cookies, cookies!"
Several chubby worms, in the posture of peacocks spreading their tails, popped out one by one from left to right in an arc shape, all shouting "delicious cookies!"
Not to be outdone, the interstellar people had just learned of Shen Yulou's dessert shop's opening permit from a document issued by their superiors and rushed over.
Many of them were carrying their broken legs and feet, hopping over with faltering steps, their bodies covered in large and small wounds, bleeding as they walked.
In interstellar space, losing a hand or foot isn't considered a serious matter; if the remaining limbs can be found, a medical bay can reattach them.
Severing someone in half or decapitating them would be more serious, and could lead to death if not treated promptly.
Before long, the queue in front of Shen Yulou's store was even longer than that of the nearby hospital.
"Everyone, calm down. Don't rush. Let's go to the hospital for treatment first. Desserts will be available anytime until 9 pm tonight, so you won't have trouble buying them."
Shen Yulou shouted at the top of his lungs and turned around to instruct the kitchen helpers to speed things up.
Countless vines cast afterimages in the kitchen.
The little boy sat in the crib behind Shen Yulou, looking at his father through the crack, occasionally stretching out his little hands and feet and making a few squeaking noises.
What kind of cookies do you want?
The antennae on the heads of the fan-shaped insects touched Macron on the display stand.
"I want them all."
"So many? But everyone else wants some too, why don't you buy twenty of each to try?"
"If you think it's delicious, you can come back to queue after you finish your hospital visit?"
"Or we can eat something else, other cakes are delicious too."
Shen Yulou, holding a cake tongs, offered his suggestions, noting that the business had been so booming since the opening, and that they should go dig up more plants.
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