Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 88 [Military Gossip]

People are always keen to put two good-looking people together.

　　Mrs. Vida made another invitation before leaving, but when she found out that the other party really had no such intention, she could only sigh and leave.

　　Xerxes returned to the kitchen with the cookies and was about to continue making his reed soup, but the moment he entered the kitchen, he smelled an unusual scent in the air. The sweet and slightly burnt smell made him inexplicably nervous, while the prince, who he had entrusted with the important task of looking after for a while, was leaning against the wall leisurely, his fingers flying across the terminal screen.

　　If you ignore the smell, the whole scene fully satisfies Xerxes' beautiful expectation of having a companion in the future.

　　Can--

　　"What's burnt?"

　　The prince who was questioned did not even raise his eyelids, "Maybe something went wrong."

　　——Problems are bound to occur, there is no doubt about that.

　　Xerxes put the woven basket in Nalun's arms, ready to roll up his sleeves to check what was going on, but he found that the fire he had adjusted had turned into high heat mode at some point, and the soup spoon on the side was covered with suspicious liquid.

　　Xerxes: "..."

　　What else doesn't he understand?

　　Nalun felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, so he turned sideways and argued, "It seems your soup has become mushy."

　　Xerxes opened the lid of the pot and found that the thin white reed fibers had turned black, but the soup was still intact.

　　How did you do it?

　　Such a unique effect is truly amazing, and the initiator's innocent expression makes it impossible to blame him. Xerxes can only play dumb: "It seems to be really blurred."

　　Nalun leaned forward and asked cautiously, "Can you still drink?"

　　Xerxes shook his head.

　　Nalun: "...What a pity." His gray-green eyes flashed with disappointment, and he looked sincere.

　　Xerxes touched the other's soft extra, and told him not to be too sad, he had a solution. The Marshal's solution was simple - there were enough ingredients in the refrigerator, he could just throw away the "suddenly spoiled" reed and make something else.

　　Nalun pursed his lips and looked particularly well-behaved.

　　Xerxes added, "This is a little dessert made by Madam Vida. If you are hungry, it will fill your stomach first."

　　Nalun didn't do anything. He held a basket of cookies and sat quietly beside them. He realized something was wrong when he couldn't help adjusting the heat. Sure enough, the soup turned out to be mushy, just as he expected. Xerxes didn't blame him. Whether it was because of his friendly attitude or other reasons, Nalun, as the one who made the mistake, couldn't help feeling guilty.

　　Seeing Xerxes dump the failed dish into the trash can without changing his expression, he secretly regretted it. The relationship between the two of them had progressed by leaps and bounds in the past few days, and he had even thrown away the most basic etiquette of being a guest.

　　Xerxes didn't say a single harsh word, and even after noticing the anxious looks of the people around him, he felt in a good mood.

　　While cleaning the kitchen, he found several strange and suspicious traces. With his poor imagination, it was difficult for Xerxes to know what his prospective partner had done to his kitchen during the few minutes he was out talking to Mrs. Vida.