Russell sighed inwardly, looked down at the obviously hungry little duck, and had no choice but to roll up his sleeves.
"Can I cook today?"
"Hey, sir, did you do that?"
"I can make borscht. If you don't want it, I can find a recipe and learn something else."
"I can be a good orderly."
The girl, who was probably not even as tall as the stove, raised her hand and spoke.
what...
What is that, orderly?
I'm not an officer, why should I have a service soldier?
Russell scratched his head.
But, looking at the girl's enthusiasm, he still nodded.
"Okay, from now on, you will be my orderly."
"But I will be the one taking the lead this time. You will be responsible for studying and helping out."
"Uh-huh!"
A smile also broke out on the girl's face.
This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone take the initiative to assign tasks to himself.
The two people, one big and one small, looked for the kitchen area where Rita cooked, and then started cutting the dishes.
The meals Russell prepared were potato stew, grilled steak, and South African eggs and creamy pasta.
Frankly speaking, this sounds very elegant, but in reality, it just sounds elegant.
In fact, it is a job that requires no technical skills.
But even so, Russell had some small complaints when cooking - he came from a family of staunch feudal class anti-revolutionary fighters, and he had really never cooked for himself. Most of the meals were prepared by others.
Even these with extremely low technical content are still very hesitant to do.
therefore--
Russell seemed to be possessed by his third brother, and frantically threw a lot of spices from the Age of Gods into the pot.
Soon, the tempting aroma diffused in the air and slowly spread to the master bedroom on the second floor.
On the ground, the bound Ragnar began to shake slowly...
Chapter 550 Wuliangta Jizi: This bad feeling is...
Among the many cuisines in China, Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine is often criticized for its excessive use of spices.
It is said that the clothes of everyone who finishes eating Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine will become waste and need to be hung out to dry and washed.
The amount of spices that Third Brother uses would scare even people from Sichuan and Chongqing.
If you eat too much Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine, you will just need to wash your clothes more often, but if you eat too much Indian cuisine, your whole body will be pickled and you will become a curry person.
Now, Luo is trying to make up for his shortcomings in cooking skills by using the same amount of ingredients as his third brother.
And that strong aroma was apparently a bit too stimulating for the captain of the stormtroopers.
After three hours of fainting, this A-level warrior slowly regained consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bed that was big enough for four people to sleep in.
However, the people who were his enemies and a little girl had disappeared.
My body was tied up with ropes, but this did not affect my ability to move too much - the ropes were of poor quality.
The body has plenty of Honkai energy.
After all, she was knocked unconscious after just one encounter. In a sense, it can be described as passing the level without any damage, except that she was the one who was unharmed.
From somewhere downstairs, there was an exceptionally strong aroma coming from the floor, and there was also the faint sound of cutting vegetables.
What's happening here?
After knocking yourself down, you just threw yourself to the ground and ignored yourself?
Absolutely... not taken seriously?
Ragnar's heart seemed to sink into the deep sea.
Today was undoubtedly a bad day for the stormtrooper captain.
Criticized by Otto for her overly rude character and disdain for post-war relief efforts, she decided to try social practice.
Trying to get in touch with people's true side and clarify the meaning of your own struggle.
This was a journey of spiritual cultivation, and it was during this journey that she encountered the most terrifying demon.
She closed her eyes and tried to picture the man in her mind.
He was a very handsome young man, with long hair that faded from blue-black to blue-gray. Even through his obstructive black-framed glasses, one could see that he had handsome features. He was tall, even when he was wearing loose clothes.
It is conceivable that if he took off his glasses and put on some clothes that show off his figure, his image would definitely not be inferior to the artists carefully selected by entertainment companies.
That outstanding appearance and youthful breath.
The girl named Rita suddenly awakened the skill of "matchmaking" that only old women have, and wanted to drag herself to a blind date with her.
There is no doubt that he would become a celebrity in any school.
but--
His hobby is...
Ragnar's expression turned gloomy.
Rita's cute face with a hint of childishness and the image of a silver-haired girl who looked like a child appeared in her mind.
Yes.
That guy is a typical pervert.
From his actions, one could instantly feel that the blood of the Ansa people was flowing in his veins.
What's even more unfortunate is that he doesn't seem to be an ordinary person.
——He is terribly strong.
It is definitely above A-level, and if it enters the Fate, it will definitely be classified as an S-level monster.
Such a powerful force is controlled by an Angsa pervert.
Her face was gloomier than ever before.
Perhaps this matter must be reported directly to the bishop.
This warrior, who had no idea how ruthless Ao's nature was, exerted a little force to break the ropes that bound his body, but did not stand up immediately. Instead, he used the energy of collapse to restrain his breath as much as possible.
Then, he undressed himself.
Although she was out for social practice, she also carried a communication device with her. The device inside her clothes, similar to the buttons on men's inner pockets, was what she needed now.
"What the hell are you doing?"
It was as if the space was displaced in an instant, and the strong smell of spices hit the nose.
who? !
As soon as this thought came to mind, a hand reached into the lining of Ragnar's clothes with great rudeness and twisted off the communicator disguised as a button.
"What an old-fashioned communicator. Really outdated technology?"
The man held the communicator between his index finger and thumb.
Ragnar's heart sank suddenly. She looked up and saw a face full of contempt.
She instinctively wanted to mobilize all her strength to fight for it, but the man's speed was so fast that it was completely beyond Ragnar's comprehension.
"Snapped--"
Before I could even raise my hand, such a sound was heard, and the "button" turned directly into a ball of electronic waste and slipped from my fingertips.
Hope, at that moment, fell into endless mud.
She raised her head with difficulty, and saw a pair of gloomy and manic eyes.
While still communicating in the flower shop.
She once imagined whether this man would be extremely handsome after taking off his glasses.
Now it seems that that idea is totally wrong!!
Just one glance and Ragnar's body was already cramping with discomfort.
He is simply a fierce god in the world!!
will die.
Her brain had determined her fate in an instant.
This guy is simply a devil crawling out of hell!!
This guy...
This guy! !
"This world will not let you go."
Having exhausted all his strength, Ragnar yelled at Russell, and then he looked as if he was ready to sacrifice himself.
But, unexpectedly——
The man with extremely cruel eyes did not end his life by tearing open his chest with a claw as she had imagined.
Instead, he kept talking.
"Ragnar Rodbrok, a combat instructor directly under the Skyward Headquarters and the captain of the Valkyrie Stormtroopers, was born in Sweden in 1985 and died in Siberia in 2010."
"Although he likes to wear cute maid outfits and has a high level of teaching and gardening skills, he uses a heavy sword, which is very unfeminine. His favorite foods are strong liquor, smoked fish and smoked meat. He occasionally smokes. If you ignore the gender factor, he looks like a standard Viking strongman."
? ! ! !
It was like a thunderclap, and Ragnar was instantly shocked.
The woman who was about to die on the spot froze there for a moment.
No, something happened.
Why, this guy knows his condition very well, and what does that so-called death in Siberia in 2010 mean? ! !
"Who are you anyway?"
She suddenly opened her eyes and questioned Russell again.
This question made Russell fall into deep thought.
If he said that he was Rita's future man or something like that, Rita herself would be here, so it would be easy for her to explain it.
After all, her appearance is the best proof.
but--
Rita is really not here right now.
So, it sounds like a scheming connectivity addict talking nonsense when he talks about himself being Rita's future man.
I can only change my identity.
So, is there any identity that can naturally make others feel that he is actually of the same generation as "Rita"?
Russell looked at the guy who was actually on his rescue list, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
He deliberately added a bit of passivity to himself and spoke to the woman.
"There is no need to hide this from you."
“Have you ever heard of The Time Machine?”
The man mentioned a novel.
