Cannon fodder dressed as a disabled marshal

Chapter 12 12

A week later.

The meeting room on the top floor of the Imperial Capital Star City Military Headquarters Building.

The war on the front line has entered the finishing stage, and the post-war affairs are trivial and complicated. In recent days, the military headquarters has not stopped meeting, large and small. Many people have PTSD during the meeting, and their faces are ashen as soon as they enter the meeting room.

Shao Xing was not among them.

Since the results of the evaluation of SSS-level mental power came out, Shao Xing has been acquiesced by the high-level executives not to attend ordinary meetings, but to focus on the recovery and training of mental power.However, there is a very important garrison planning meeting this week. As one of the generals who have participated in the frontline war, Shao Xing must attend.

As soon as he walked into the conference room, Shao Xing felt a little strange.

Although the high-level officials have already designated him as one of the marshal candidates, this news is currently in the confidential stage, and most people don't know about it. But when he walked into the meeting room, almost everyone looked up at him, and the eyes showed that they were not familiar. Instead of regret and sympathy, admiration, gratitude, envy, and even a trace of jealousy.

...It is completely different from the situation when I participated in this meeting in my previous life.

All kinds of conjectures went through quickly in his mind, and Shao Xing sat down calmly.Sitting on his left is Lieutenant General Dillman, a serious old man who usually doesn't talk much, but today he greeted Shao Xing uncharacteristically, and asked him about his recent recovery with a pleasant face.

"Not bad." Shao Xing said concisely.

"It can be seen." Lieutenant General Dillman didn't seem surprised at all, "No matter how advanced the medical technology of the empire, it can't compare to the nourishment and healing of love."

"..."

what?

"When Aina fed me a small cake with her own hands for the first time, I felt this healing feeling. It was a great experience." Lieutenant General Dillman suddenly paused suspiciously, "Of course, it's also very exciting. Unforgettable experience... Ah, thank God, and thanks to your wife, the little cake made by Aina is no longer the horror dish of the year, and my children and I were saved..."

Seeing that the chief of staff presiding over the meeting had already taken his seat, Lieutenant General Dillman sped up his speech, showing a cordial and grateful smile on Shao Xing with his staid and serious face.

"Please convey my thanks to your wife, our family is very grateful to him, very very grateful."

Shao Xing stared at the lieutenant general's face and paused for several seconds before mechanically responding.

"...Okay, Lieutenant General Dillman."

Actually not good.not good at all.

Because he didn't understand what the lieutenant general was talking about from beginning to end.

And that's just the beginning.

Discussing the plans to garrison troops on various planets after the war has always been complicated and full of excitement. It was not until the intermission that the depressive atmosphere in the conference room was relieved.This time happened to be afternoon tea time, and many people skillfully took out their own snacks in the lounge, and gathered in small groups to have afternoon tea.

Shao Xing didn't have the habit of having afternoon tea. He was sitting on the side to look up information on a tablet terminal, and the voices of the people at the next table kept coming into his ears.

"Look, my sister made it! Egg tarts! Super delicious!"

"Humph, my fiancée's is not bad either. Look at the soufflé she made. It's a new-style snack she learned from that gentleman."

"It's too much, and you even secretly learned it? I want to tell my wife! She will definitely do better after learning it!"

"What are you all comparing with each other? Is the master showing off? Is he proud? Is he cruel to the dog? Can you learn from others' prudence and dignity?"

Then Shao Xing found that the table stopped bickering, and several people turned their heads to look at him together, their faces were full of complex emotions such as envy and jealousy.

"Major General Shao Xing," one of them asked with awe (?), as if the person in front of him was a big shot standing at the top of some kind of food chain, "Didn't you bring pastries for afternoon tea today?"

Shao Xing said "no" coldly, and continued to look down at the documents.

Although he lowered his voice, Shao Xing still heard intermittent voices coming from over there, "You can eat it anytime, anywhere, why bring it here specially?" "I'm so envious, I'm so sour." Meal and enjoy", "My God, does such a gentle and infatuated lover really exist"-such words.

Shao Xing: "..."

Is it because I haven't come to the meeting for too long?

I can no longer understand what my colleagues are talking about.

Even more so after the meeting.

Leaving the conference room and completely throwing away the whispers of his colleagues who couldn't understand, Shao Xing finally felt a little quieter.

He entered the personal exclusive VIP straight elevator, leading directly to the mental power research center on the 69th floor. However, just as he got out of the elevator, before he had time to enter the rehabilitation training room, someone stopped him.

"Training is suspended today, and tomorrow is a day off." Dr. Langdon, who is in charge of the rehabilitation training program, is also Shao Xing's childhood friend and close friend, and took a photo of a signed official document on him.

"This is the order of the boss, tsk tsk, I was ordered to take a vacation. There is no other person in the entire army who is treated like you."

Perhaps Shao Xing has gone through too many incredible things today, but Shao Xing was not too surprised. He picked up the file and browsed through it. The front part is the summary and comments of the routine. The conclusion is that in view of his good performance in the training center, he is specially approved to take a day off .

At the end of the document, there are a few lines of handwritten text, obviously added by the reviewer on purpose.

——[My shy daughter finally summoned up the courage to send out the small cake she baked, and I learned something because of it... The love of my family is irreplaceable. I feel this kind of love, and I hope Shao Xing Enjoy it, Major General.Xiao Biesheng newlyweds, send my regards to your wife, I wish you both have a happy weekend. 】

Shao Xing: "..."

Shao Xing: "...What does the last comment mean?"

"It's literally." Dr. Langdon looked familiar, and even patted his friend on the shoulder teasingly, "What are you hiding with me, I went home last week to get the information That time, it was obvious that someone could do it for you, but you still ran back in person, didn’t you just want to meet your newly married little wife? I mentioned it to the boss yesterday, but I didn’t expect him to really care about it. , don’t thank me too much.”

Shao Xing closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows to keep himself calm.

Otherwise, he might not be able to control himself and use his mental force to slam Langdon against the wall.

"But your little wife really cares about you, and the little cakes she made are delicious," Dr. Langdon smacked his lips, as if reminiscing, "I stole a bite from Alisa, The taste is so good, do you know that you have been voted as one of the most envied men in the military?"

Words that could not be understood or understood appeared again.

But this time, Shao Xing finally caught the point in time.

"What little cake?" He raised his eyes and asked each word, "Say it again, who made it?"

***

When Shao Xing returned to the mansion, Shen Qiran was in the kitchen putting the freshly baked cakes into small boxes.

This week he was very busy, the situation of the baking class was more complicated than imagined, and everyone's level was uneven. In order to achieve the best effect, in addition to the big class, he also organized a one-on-one teaching, targeting each person's baking class. Pei Shui customized the most suitable pastries for them, which can be regarded as the right medicine for assault training.

The effect is not bad.

Everyone has their own baking works. Although there is only one, it has greatly improved the enthusiasm and confidence of this group of ladies and wives. They called friends and attracted many newcomers. Now the members of the baking class The number has doubled.

Tonight, Shen Qiran taught a few new students to make honey cakes. As usual, the finished products were too much to eat, so he packed them and sent them to them by courier in the same city. Tasting cakes is also an important part of baking learning Ring.

Shen Qiran was so busy that he suddenly found a figure at the door of the kitchen, and was so frightened that he almost threw the box in his hand away.

"what!!"

After seeing the other party clearly, Shen Qiran panted heavily and patted his chest, not even caring about his usual cautiousness: "Brother Shao, you scared me to death, why didn't you talk when you came here!"

Shao Xing has been watching for a long time, and he didn't expect Shen Qiran to be so focused, and he didn't find himself until now.Judging from the skillful way the other party handles pastries, it seems true that he is good at baking.

——But he remembered that Shen Qiran in his previous life did not possess this skill.

Shen Qiran glanced at the clock on the wall, belatedly became cautious: "Uh, Brother Shao, when did you come back? Are you going out tonight?" I don't know if I will stay at home for half an hour like last time I have to leave again in an hour.

"I'm on vacation tomorrow." Shao Xing's eyes fell on the unboxed cakes on the cooking table. The yellow-orange-orange cakes looked like cute little mushrooms, and the kitchen was filled with a sweet and tempting smell." I heard...you were teaching people how to bake."

Although wondering how Shao Xing would know about this, Shen Qiran didn't think much about it, and nodded: "Yes."

"Why do you suddenly want to teach people to bake?"

"Uh... just, just want to find something to do."

"How long have you been teaching this?"

"Just over a week."

When the two were talking, Shen Qiran's hands kept moving, his pure white fingers nimbly folded a few times, and the flat cardboard became a small and cute packaging box, and then filled it with a small yellow cake, and wrapped it around the outside with a ribbon. Tied, delicate and beautiful.

"Do you want to use the kitchen?" Seeing Shao Xing waiting at the door, Shen Qiran guessed that the other party might have come back without dinner. Aunt Mei is not here today, so he guessed that Shao Xing wanted to use the automatic cooking machine to make some dinner, "Wait a minute Ah, I'll be fine soon!"

As he said that, he accelerated the speed of loading the cakes. A few minutes later, all the cakes on a table were packed into small boxes and neatly stacked in two rows, like fat baby soldiers waiting for inspection.

Shao Xing glanced over the pile of boxes and was silent for a moment.

"I heard you're good at baking."

Shen Qiran was overwhelmed by the praise (?) of Demon King Shao: "Sister Yaoyao said that? She's just flattering me."

"...it smells good too."

"Thank you, in fact, the freshly baked pastries smell delicious."

Shao Xing didn't speak any more, Shen Qiran was afraid that he would be in a hurry, after affixing the address labels to the small boxes, he immediately carried them all outside, and waited for the courier to come to pick up the goods in a while.

When he returned, he was surprised to find that Shao Xing was still at the door of the kitchen, as if he was waiting for something.

Shen Qiran was puzzled in his heart, but soon realized it.

"Sorry, I'll pack it up right away!"

He quickly rushed into the kitchen, put all the various baking materials and tools into the cabinet, and took a rag to wipe the counter clean. The kitchen was clean and tidy, not to mention the cake, even a crumb Nothing left.

Shao Xing: "..."

"Okay." Shen Qiran relievedly stepped aside, "Brother Shao, use it."

Shao Xing stared at him for a full minute, then suddenly the wheelchair turned and left.

Shen Qiran: "?"

Why did you leave suddenly?

Isn't this person in a hurry to use the kitchen? =mouth=