I sell bento in interstellar

Chapter 232 The Cafeteria Is Overwhelmed
In the army canteen.

The cafeteria was almost overcrowded, even if there were more people, the taste of the spicy crayfish was too tempting.

These soldiers lined up in a crowded line, holding bowls and chopsticks, and as soon as they hit the crayfish, they scrambled to pick it up and put it into their mouths.

“Delicious, really good!”

"The cafeteria now has such delicious dishes, aren't these Zergs too delicious?"

A strong man with a height of eight feet and a strong back was holding a big bowl, standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, raising his arms high, and shouting loudly: "Hurry up, everyone! There will be no seats any later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers from several tables swarmed in, and the already crowded team became even more crowded.

Look at those who have already caught the spicy crayfish and eat delicious food, not to mention how exciting it is.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the hulking man stared straight, and he quickly shouted: "I don't know how long I'll be queuing up!"

As soon as these words came out, the other soldiers burst out laughing immediately.

There was a handsome young man who walked over with a smile, patted the shoulder of the hulking man, and said, "Old Li! Why are you still acting like a child, and you are still in such a hurry in line?"

The person named Old Li Tou didn't care about the ridicule of the crowd. He was very happy when he thought that their army canteen had such delicious dishes today.

Although he and the other soldiers had just returned from outside, when they were outside, they also heard gossip about the Legion Canteen, saying that the Legion Canteen is simply the best place in the world.

Seeing the popularity of his spicy crayfish, Qian Bin was also very happy.

This is his first job, the first day of formal work.

Although the number of people in the cafeteria exceeded his expectations, he was tired and happy.

He looked at the long queue of soldiers over there, and said with a smile: "Everyone, we still have steamed crab worms in the army canteen today, everyone remember to fight them!"

Qian Bin's words made many people shout excitedly: "Qian Bin, Qian Bin"

Qian Bin's shouts seemed to resound in Qian Bin's ears.

Qian Bin felt his blood was boiling, and his eye sockets were a little moist.

Although Qian Bin is only 17 years old, his thinking is already very precocious.

He knows that his future is bright, and he will become an excellent interstellar chef.

Thinking of this, Qian Bin showed a proud smile on his face. His eyes were on the groups of soldiers in blue and white uniforms, and his face was filled with a happy smile.

In the corner of the canteen, stood a young man about 25 or [-] years old.

The man has a slender figure, more than 1.9 meters tall, and is wearing a white tights, which looks heroic. He is wearing black sunglasses, and his entire face is covered.

His skin is very fair, his lips are thin, there is a slight curvature on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are cold, and he exudes an aura of refusal from thousands of miles away.

The man held a silver pistol in the palm of his left hand, and held a glass of red wine in his right hand, slowly shaking the bright red liquid in the glass.

At this time, the man's eyes were staring at Qian Bin, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, making people daunting.

Qian Bin was cooking at a high speed, when he suddenly felt a sharp stare staring at him, he turned his head subconsciously, but saw nothing.

Qian Bin frowned, and muttered secretly: "Could it be my hallucination?"

As Qian Bin continued to cook, the feeling of being stared at became more and more intense.

Qian Bin put down his spoon. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone suspicious, so he picked up the lid of the pot again and prepared to stir-fry.

Just when he put the lid on the pot again, that sharp gaze suddenly disappeared.

Qian Bin was a little suspicious, and he opened the lid of the pot again, but still found no trace of anyone.

Qian Bin frowned, he always felt that something happened.

Forget it, no matter so much, let's cook with peace of mind!

So many soldiers are still waiting to be fed, just waiting for his feeding.

Qian Bin's physical strength was limited, but after holding on for three hours, he was already exhausted and almost collapsed on the ground.

This is mainly because Qian Bin needs to concentrate on cooking. Cooking is not a simple manual work, it needs to consume energy.

Qian Bin is cooking with the power to control the fire.

That's why he was so tired and could only last for three hours. Fortunately, at this time, the soldiers in the cafeteria also retreated. At this time, they had already rushed to the battlefield again.

The man walked up to Qian Bin at this time, and said to Qian Bin: "Are you interested in leaving here and going to Dark Star, I can hold your position and your status will definitely be much better than it is now.

In our dark star, the chef's status is very high. "

"you"

Qian Bin looked at the young man in front of him. This guy was handsome, but he was full of arrogance.

Who is he?
Why do you know me?

Isn't this the Star Corps?Why can someone not wear a uniform.

Qian Bin's mind was at a loss. He looked at this strange man and asked, "Who are you?"

The man grinned, his smile was very charming.

However, it gave Qian Bin an extremely dangerous feeling, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

The man chuckled lightly, and said, "My name is Su Yang, and I'm a branch of the Dark Star Su family, you should know that, right?"

Dark Star Su Family?Qian Bin really didn't know.

He only knows his teacher Su Lingling.

The man looked at Qian Bin's ignorant expression, and said to Qian Bin: "With your cooking skills, you won't be reused even on the Garbage Star, but if you are on our Dark Star, you will definitely not be tired." At this level, there is no need to bear this kind of grievance."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I grew up on Junk Star. I will not leave Junk Star when it is the most difficult time. I hope to use my strength to help everyone on Junk Star.

Many soldiers here may eat the spicy crayfish I made today, and they will never come back after going to the battlefield. This may be the last meal they eat, and I cannot abandon them. "

The man looked at Qian Bin, a little speechless.

He has tasted the dishes made by Qian Bin. Although the quality is not high, the taste is really good, and the effect is not bad.

It's a pity to put such a person here.

But maybe it is people with such a brain that can make such delicious meals. Once the heart changes, the taste of the food will also change.

(End of this chapter)