Chapter 38 Chapter 38 General Angus clearly occupied the lord...
What do aliens look like?
The tribal elders, messengers chosen by the gods, convey the guidance of the gods and ancestors to the tribesmen.
Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts. This is a saying recorded in the ancient books left by our ancestors.
When A-Feng was a toddler, the elders gathered these unsteady little radishes together and educated them with children's songs about how cruel and terrifying aliens were.
'Ding Dong, Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.
One little star, two big fireworks.
Three sweet candies and four round balls.
The kid made a new friend and he asked us to go out and play.
The good child went back to get his parents' consent.
Hey? Why are mom and dad lying on the ground motionless?
The red water soaked the house.
My new friend took me to a clean new home.
Where are mom and dad?
I will be reunited with my parents soon.'
Horror-filled ballads permeated Afeng's entire childhood.
In his mind, the arrival of aliens would be accompanied by the destruction of his home, the death of his parents, and endless torture.
"Brother, brother, give me some more of the fried tomato and eggs."
"You've already eaten three bowls. If you eat as much as you want, you'll finish the whole pot."
"Good brother, please don't. I've been on a mission outside these days and can only drink tasteless nutritional liquid every day. Give me another sip, just one sip."
A Feng's leg was injured, and human's recovery ability is not that abnormal. He has been recuperating on this alien battleship called Reda for the past few days.
He had seen scenes like the one in the picture where a dozen big guys were enjoying a pot of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
After observing for these few days, he had come to realize that this group of aliens, who claimed to be high-latitude life forms, were technologically advanced enough, but their development in gastronomy... was hard to describe.
A plate of fried tomato and eggs that has been almost fried into a sticky juice, with strange blue plants sprinkled on it, doesn't look very delicious. Is it worth treating it like a treasure and not wanting to give too much of it away?
"Don't rush, don't rush. Leave some for the guests."
A Feng looked at the pile of not-so-delicious paste on his empty plate.
Under the expectant gazes of the alien races around him, he picked up the spoon, scooped half a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"Uh." A Feng almost swallowed the food with his neck stretched out.
Just as he guessed, the appearance of the 'scrambled eggs with tomatoes' was not very attractive, but the taste was...
Bland, tastes like chewing wax, and is extremely unpalatable.
Even though their tribe doesn't have enough food, using the simplest ingredients to make delicious meals is a special skill of humans.
"Humans, please don't be ignorant of appearances."
The red-haired man sat on the other side, glaring fiercely at the human holding the spoon but not moving. "Didn't you eat a whole pot of food made by His Highness Gal before? Why, after a few good days, you're becoming picky?"
How can this crappy food you guys make compare to that?
When one of the aliens wearing a chef's hat grabbed a handful of yellow fruits and was about to throw them into the iron pot, "Wait." A Feng really couldn't bear to see these aliens wasting food.
I took the spatula from the chef and sniffed the ingredients in the iron can. There was salt, sugar, vinegar, and some processed meat in the refrigerator.
The chef in front of me even holds the spatula in an awkward manner. The neat and tidy storage in this kitchen is probably thanks to His Highness Gal.
"What does this fruit taste like?" Afeng asked.
He was worried that the food left on his plate would be wasted. In fact, the moment he left the table, the alien who threatened him took his plate and wolfed down all the food on it.
"Uh, I don't know." The chef himself didn't know the taste of the ingredients. "Just try it and you'll know." He casually threw the yellow fruit into his mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough. What the hell is this? My tongue feels like it's burned by fire." After chewing for a few seconds, the man coughed bitterly and spit the yellow fruit in his mouth into the trash can.
Ah Feng picked up the white gloves on the table and said, "It looks like chili peppers."
Cutting, deseeding, thawing the meat, cutting it into thin strips, and pouring oil, all done in one go, it shows that humans are still quite capable when it comes to cooking.
Female higher-level insects usually drink nutrient solution, and when chefs prepare food for male insects, most of the dishes only need to be slightly heated in the machine before eating.
The high-latitude life forms that evolved were completely unfamiliar with iron pots and fire, which wasted time preparing meals.
There was a blazing fire in the kitchen, and the skinny human was skillfully tossing the iron pot like a toy, which dazzled these creatures who had no talent for kitchen matters.
"Stir-fried pork with peppers, sweet and sour pork, Kung Pao chicken, and this is the real fried tomato and egg."
The iron pot has strong heat conduction, so it is easy to fry a large pot of vegetables.
The aroma wafting from the back kitchen was so tempting that this group of tall, ferocious-looking aliens stretched their necks to look into the back kitchen.
Although they were very curious, they still sat in their seats and waited obediently.
"Please have someone help serve it to me." In Afeng's mind, these aliens who were extremely passionate about food were not so scary anymore.
Hearing his call for help, the two people closest to the kitchen stood up tactfully and picked up a pot of food in each hand with ease.
One of them was a red-haired alien who had finished picking up the remaining plate of food from Ah Feng. "You are a weak and low-level creature. You can't even lift something this light."
Walking up to him, Red Hair teased Afeng in a naughty way.
"Oh, noble higher being, may I ask why you can't even cook a simple meal?" The more Afeng became familiar with the surrounding environment, the more his lively side hidden under his disguise was exposed.
"you……"
Red Hair had a strong interest in human-made food. His eyebrows were wrinkled together in anger, and he held back his vicious words.
"Wow, what a delicious smell! When did you secretly improve your cooking skills?"
It had been a long time since Gal smelled such a familiar aroma of food. After coming out of the room, he impatiently pulled Angus to the cafeteria.
His cooking skills are limited to simple home-cooked dishes such as cooking plain noodles, porridge, or scrambled eggs.
"Your Highness!"
"Good afternoon, Your Majesty!"
"Hello, Your Highness, General!"
The arrival of Gal and Angus made the noisy cafeteria suddenly quiet down. The red-haired guy who was glaring at Afeng fiercely also bent his body obediently and put the vegetable bowl in his hand on the table.
This group of unruly and powerful aliens were like vicious dogs seeing their master. They immediately suppressed their hostility and obediently separated into two sides, making way for the two big guys.
"Fried pork with peppers! I haven't eaten it for a long time. Angus, come and try it. It's super delicious." The silver-haired male insect rushed to the front and did not forget to call Angus who was walking behind him.
He used to eat stir-fried pork with chili in the university cafeteria every two days, but after not having it for several months, Gal would occasionally dream about this classic dish that accompanied him through his four years in college.
Who would have thought that in a world a thousand years later, Gal could still eat the fried pork with peppers that he had been craving for.
"How did you..." Ah Feng originally wanted to ask, how did a male insect from an alien species know about this dish named by humans, 'Stir-fried Pork with Peppers'?
Halfway through his words, he recalled what the silver-haired male insect had told him about in his dream.
Perhaps their ancestors told this alien in a dream.
At the same time, feeling a cold gaze piercing him, A Feng raised his eyes and happened to meet the eyes of the blond orc.
Is the blond beastman warning himself not to continue talking?
Could it be that he also knew that the male insect was told in a dream by his human ancestors?
The eye contact between the two ended quickly, and the surrounding aliens focused their attention on the fragrant food on the table. Gal also excitedly took the plate and sat at the table.
"There are so many delicious foods, we'll have oral meals today." The silver-haired male insect also took two sets of tableware, the other one was naturally for Angus.
"What are you doing standing up? Sit down."
With Gal and Angus in control, this group of warriors, who were so energetic that they would have some friction even while eating, sat in their seats the entire time and did not dare to move. If they wanted more rice, they had to raise their hands to inform the chef who was serving them.
He did not carelessly put one leg on the chair, nor did he change his original shape to eat more food. He was as elegant as a tamed circus beast.
Gal, who finally got to eat hometown food, ordered a full plate of dishes.
The silver-haired male insect with big eyes and a small stomach had eaten half of the food, and his stomach was already swollen. The food was at the back of his throat and he would vomit it out if he ate one more bite.
He really couldn't eat any more, and there were dozens of eyes staring at them from behind. How could a lord who should set an example by himself break the rule of 'not wasting food' that he set himself?
Gal was so excited that he forgot many things. This male insect had a very small appetite, less than one-third of his human size.
He tried to close his eyes and took another bite, but almost vomited.
"Angus, I can't eat anymore." Gal tugged at the corner of the clothes of the blond orc next to him under the table and spoke to him in a whisper.
When Angus saw the little male insect eating a full plate of food, he knew how much the male insect ate and was ready to eat the leftovers.
She naturally took the male insect's plate and cleaned up all the food in it in just a few bites.
He was once trapped in a pile of aliens until the nutrient solution ran out. As a last resort, he cut the neck of an alien and drank its blood.
In order to survive, he can drink the blood of alien beasts, which smells worse than kitchen waste, without batting an eyelid.
Besides, he's willing to eat whatever the little male worms leave behind.
"I'm bothering you again."
"You still have troubles to talk to me? Are you full?"
"Yeah, I'm very full. My belly is swollen. Feel it."
"Go back and try it. There are a lot of people here."
The two furry heads were pressed together, their mouths pressed against their cheeks, so intimately that they were about to kiss each other.
The soldiers behind them widened their eyes and stared in disbelief at the two superiors who were standing in front of them.
It is said that General Angus warms the lord's bed, but it seems that after today, the legend is no longer a legend.
But the legend is wrong.
General Angus clearly occupied the position of the lord's wife.