"So what do you need me, missy, to do? I've been on the Death Colonial Planet before. While I can't boast about my cooking skills, grilling meat is a piece of cake for me." At this moment, Blade Warrior strutted into the Time-Space Transfer Device canteen, looking here and there, clucking her tongue as she spoke.

By now, the chubby guy had already prepared the skillet and hurriedly asked her to crack the five eggs on the plate, he wanted to make some special scrambled eggs.

"Crack, crack the eggs..."

"Yep," the chubby guy nodded his head, looking at Blade Warrior with a bit of surprise in his eyes, "Is there a problem?"

"Ah! No, alright, then I'll start cracking the eggs, you better watch closely."

"Is this little task even something to watch? I'm busy stirring here."

"Uh... okay then."

So, Blade Warrior took out one egg from the plate, then the second, the third, the fourth, then the fifth... It was not possible to take them all out at once, so she did it one by one. Looking at the now empty plate, Blade Warrior then asked Zhang Xiaobo: "Should I crack them right in here?"

"Yes, don't say you need to be taught this simple task."

"Tch."

Blade Warrior spat out in response, her gaze rotating between the plate and the eggs she just took out... She felt something was a bit off.

You should know, these were the same eggs she had just taken from the plate, and the plate hadn't even been washed yet when the chubby guy asked her to crack the eggs into it. Could it be a bit dirty?

But since the chubby guy said so, perhaps this was the normal way to cook in a household? With various doubts, Blade Warrior furrowed her brows, picked up an egg and lightly tapped it on the countertop.

She knew this little life hack, though she hadn't done it personally, she had seen it on Light Screen television in home cooking shows. Typically, homemakers would tap the eggs on the edge of a bowl or on any handy object to crack them.

She then proceeded to follow the steps as she had seen, starting to crack the eggs, the first one succeeded... albeit with a bit too much force, only a little bit of egg white was lost.

It was indeed a failed egg-cracking attempt, but failure is the mother of success; only through failure comes the chance for success. Holding on to the belief that if one attempt fails, try twice; if two fails, try a hundred times, Blade Warrior then tried to crack the second egg.

Crack!

It was a success, showing that Blade Warrior was quite precise with her control, although not quite at the level of a pilot, but this obviously didn't require that. Then came the third egg, the fourth egg, the fifth egg.

All successful, simply perfect, except for a little egg white from the first egg, she didn't waste a bit of the rest. Blade Warrior believed she was a genius, she definitely had the talent to be a chef.

A few seconds after Blade Warrior finished cracking the eggs, chubby guy's voice rang out again, but this time he called Roland—now, Roland was slicing cucumbers, and after he had swiftly finished, the chubby guy finally called Blade Warrior.

"Are those eggs done over there?"

Blade Warrior: "Are you talking to me?"

Zhang Xiaobo: "Sis, besides you who's holding the eggs, there's no one else in this kitchen."

"All done, see how I did."

Blade Warrior seemed excited, gingerly carrying over a full plate of cracked eggs...

The moment the chubby guy turned his head, he was stunned...

"What are you doing?"

"Cracking eggs, didn't you say so? All five eggs are in this plate."

Ah? The chubby guy immediately wore a deeply troubled expression, thinking, no way, sis, did you actually crack the eggs meant for cooking into this small dish? It won't fit, and even if it did, the plate hasn't even been washed, how can we eat from it?

It must be known, this is food they are eating, totally different from military eating in the troops. In the military, the chubby guy as a cook didn't bother much, no matter whether you had just been to the restroom or whatever, essentially it was all rough men who didn't care about those details. Frankly speaking, those special forces soldiers, aside from things like this, even eating raw rat meat was intermittently a normal affair, including the high-protein white pus larvae.

The chubby guy specifically remembered during the training period at the Mars training base, the brothers were often trained hard by Feng Yi, of course, though they joked about it, nobody dared joke about the instructor. Even though they would go out for outdoor survival every few days, as an instructor, Feng Yi was very thorough, administering collective inoculations to the soldiers before each outdoor survival departure and upon their return to prevent parasites and bacteria.

But now it's different, the food they prepare is to be eaten by everyone. The plate hasn't been washed, how could it be okay? Even though the dishes look beautiful with your natural beauty and charming manicured hands, the bacteria that should be on a plate are still there, you can't eat like this."

While the chubby guy wasn't very particular, he had to consider everyone, think about the girls, Roland, Mengdie, and even Blade Warrior, all being girls, it's not good for girls to eat such unhygienic stuff.

Therefore, the chubby guy blurted out bluntly but with a smile to Blade Warrior... he wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered that he did not actually hold a high rank on this battleship, so his anger turned into a sycophantic smile.

"But sis, this plate isn't clean, even if it's not too dirty and eating it won't make us sick, the plate is so flat there's no way to mix the eggs evenly, see that basin? I gave you this plate for holding the eggs, not for cracking and placing the eggs in it."

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