The military representative's face darkened. "If you insist on doing this, it will mean violating military regulations. You know the consequences."
Bai Yan stared back at him fearlessly, "Of course I understand. If protecting the life and dignity of a lawful citizen requires bearing consequences, then I will fight to the end."
The confrontation in the conference room reached its climax, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt like it would explode at any moment.
"You keep saying that you want to sacrifice the rights of a small number of people to preserve the overall situation." Bai Yan looked around coldly, his voice low but with a strong sense of oppression.
"Then let me ask you—if it were you who were sacrificed, would you still be so righteous?"
This sentence left everyone speechless.
Finally, the military representative sighed slowly, "I can promise you that I won't send Cheng Yu back, but I'll have a researcher draw a tube of blood every week to ensure he doesn't endanger others."
This was the biggest concession he could make. The research institute was pressing him hard, and seeing that the experiment was making progress, how could they let it go?
"I'll ask Cheng Yu for you." Bai Yan picked up the coat on the back of the chair and left without looking back.
The door of the conference room closed again, and the heavy "bang" sound was like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart.
As Bai Yan's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, the representative of the research institute slammed his fist on the table and said in a low and suppressed voice: "This Bai Yan has no respect for military regulations. It's simply—"
"What else can it be? It only proves that he is truly a good general who protects the citizens of Blue Star." An elderly officer who had not spoken interrupted him calmly.
Everyone turned their heads in unison. The officer slowly took off his glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and said slowly:
"Have you forgotten how he got to this position? He defended Blue Star on the front lines with countless miraculous victories. Today, he simply continued the fight in a different way."
After the words were spoken, no one refuted them, but no one was willing to admit it either.
After leaving the military building, Bai Yan went straight to the base dormitory.
Pushing open the door of the dormitory, the only sound in the room was the TV. Cheng Yu curled up on the sofa in the living room.
Hearing the sound coming from the entrance, Cheng Yu raised his head slightly, and his red eyes flashed faintly in the light and shadow of the TV.
Bai Yan closed the door, casually hung his coat on the hanger by the wall, walked up to Cheng Yu, and looked down at him: "Have you eaten?"
Cheng Yu shook his head and pointed to the pile of raw food in the kitchen.
Raw meat...lettuce...
Bai Yan looked in the direction Cheng Yu pointed and frowned slightly. Shao Chengyi must have misunderstood. He usually cooked at home when he had nothing to do, so he bought the ingredients.
"I'll make it for you. What do you like to eat?" He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, counting the ingredients one by one.
"I don't know, I just drink nutrient solution." In the research institute, they gave him nutrient solution.
Cheng Yu stuck out his tongue and said he didn't like it.
Upon hearing this, Bai Yan turned around and looked at Cheng Yu. The child curled up on the sofa looked particularly thin.
His brows furrowed even more, but his tone softened. "Nutrient solution can fill your stomach, but it's not the way to grow. You have to eat real food."
"Cheng Yu, can we eat fish?" Bai Yan asked, turning his head.
fish?
Cheng Yu stood up and walked over. He didn't know what kind of yellow fish it was. He poked it with his cold, jade-white fingertips. The fish suddenly jumped, and Cheng Yu withdrew his hand.
Bai Yan chuckled at this and said, "Don't worry, the fish hasn't been processed yet, so it won't jump around later."
He held the fish down nimbly, tapped the fish's head a few times with the back of the knife, and then began to process it.
Cheng Yu sat on the dining chair with his chin supported, staring at Bai Yan's skillful movements with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
The aroma soon wafted out of the pot. Cheng Yu's nose twitched and he straightened up slightly, as if attracted by the fragrance.
"Would you like some orange juice?" Bai Yan remembered that there were still several oranges in his refrigerator.
orange?
Cheng Yu pointed at himself and asked, "Do you want to eat me?"
Bai Yan was putting the cut fish fillets into the pot. When he heard Cheng Yu's words, he paused, then turned to look at him, and couldn't help but raise a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Eat you?" Bai Yan raised his eyebrows. "People are not tasty." Inexplicably, he felt like teasing her.
Cheng Yu understood the teasing a bit, but still looked at Bai Yan with a bit of confusion: "Is the orange juice made from me?"
Bai Yan put down the spatula, feeling both amused and helpless. He turned around, took out an orange from the refrigerator, held it in front of Cheng Yu, and patiently explained, "Orange juice is squeezed from this kind of orange, not your kind of 'orange'."
"This doesn't taste good." Cheng Yu pointed at the teeth marks on it.
He bit it and it was fragrant but bitter.
Bai Yan took out the other oranges and looked at them. Sure enough, there was a shallow tooth mark on each of them.
"Drinking orange juice with orange peel might not taste right." Bai Yan touched Cheng Yu's head with a gentle expression.
Bai Yan put the orange back on the table, walked over, took a knife, skillfully cut the orange into several slices, and then began to squeeze the juice.
With the sound of the juicer, orange-yellow orange juice drips into the cup, emitting a strong and refreshing fragrance.
"You can drink it now." Bai Yan smiled and handed Cheng Yu a cup, saying softly, "Try it?"
Cheng Yu looked at the glass of orange juice and couldn't help but lean over to smell it. The fresh aroma attracted his attention.
He took the cup and took a sip tentatively. The unfamiliar sweet and sour taste came into his mouth, and his eyes lit up slightly.
"This... is delicious." Cheng Yu's voice was filled with a hint of surprise.
"If it tastes good, drink more." Bai Yan put the cup down for him and turned around to continue processing the fish in the pot.
He took some shredded ginger, minced garlic and green onion segments and stir-fried them in a hot pan. Then he put the fish in the pan and fried it until both sides were golden brown. He then added soy sauce, cooking wine, a little water, tofu and eggs and stewed them together.
The aroma of fish filled the kitchen.
"Just wait a few more minutes." Bai Yan gently flipped the fish in the pot with chopsticks, sprinkled some green onions on it for garnish, and finally collected the sauce and served it out of the pot.
I also stir-fried some vegetables and orange beef.
Bai Yan walked to the dining table carrying a plate of delicious dishes. Cheng Yu was leaning back in his chair, staring at the food on the table with a dazed look.
He carefully put the plate down, sat down opposite Cheng Yu, and said softly, "Come, try this."
He hesitated for a moment, then imitated Bai Yan and picked up the chopsticks, pinching them with his fingers, but he couldn't pick anything up.
"I'll teach you." He put down his chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of orange beef, and held it slightly, gesturing, "Look, this is how I pick it up."
Placing his fingers in the right position, his fingertips trembling slightly, Bai Yan patiently adjusted his chopstick grip several times until he was able to barely pick up a piece of food.
Although his movements were clumsy, "Very impressive." Bai Yan smiled and encouraged softly.
"Am I... troublesome?"
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Mr. Bai: Who taught you that?
My own mother (whistling) passed by, and I dared not say a word.
Little Orange: Don’t you like it?
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