Chapter Thirty-Nine: Wen Er Sets Out on a Mission~

“Ah!!”

Lu Meng woke up from a nightmare, her heart still pounding.

It was terrifying—she dreamt she was being coiled by a massive snake!

And the snake had red eyes!

Thankfully, it was only a dream.

Covering her head, Lu Meng let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps she had been frightened by that Ace yesterday; those crimson pupils were still vivid in her memory.

And his fangs.

No matter—it was just a dream.

Glancing at the time, it was already half past nine in the morning.

Startled, she quickly got out of bed.

She had to invite Wen Er to lunch today; she needed to hurry and start cooking.

After washing up, she took the ingredients out of the refrigerator. She had already planned yesterday while shopping: four dishes and one soup!

Sweet and sour pork ribs, tomato beef brisket, braised prawns, cola chicken wings, and a coconut chicken soup!

Since there was no cola here, she had bought a soda with a flavor very similar to cola.

There were coconuts, but they were outrageously expensive—one coconut cost 3,000 star coins, equivalent to 1,000 yuan.

Of course, the other ingredients weren’t cheap either.

However, the sentinels here were usually not particular about food; she had heard that during missions, they often went days without eating.

With intense training and deliberate restraint, their craving for food wasn’t strong.

Naturally, sentinels wouldn’t waste time cooking for themselves.

Those ingredients probably didn’t sell well normally. She recalled when she went to the supermarket yesterday, the fresh vegetables were pitifully scarce.

Moreover, while she was picking vegetables, the sentinels nearby looked at her in shock, as if she were doing something unbelievable.

She first took out the ribs. Yesterday at the supermarket, she had asked the intelligent robot to cut them into small pieces, which made things much easier.

Placing the ribs in a bowl, she rinsed them with water, prepared scallions and ginger, and put the ribs into cold water to remove the smell before taking them out.

Next, she poured oil into the pan, added rock sugar, heated it until it began to turn light amber, then added the ribs, stir-fried them, and finally added water to simmer on low heat.

While the ribs were stewing, she started preparing the prawns—removing the vein and cutting off the heads.

Suddenly, Lu Meng felt as if she had returned to the orphanage days, when she was the eldest among a group of children, often helping the caretaker and looking after the younger ones.

Those were the times she cherished most—laughing and chatting with the caretaker in the kitchen while cooking together.

But the caretaker had long since perished in the zombie outbreak, and many of the siblings who grew up with her had died that day as well.

Her eyes lowered slightly, a trace of melancholy stirring within her. She truly missed them.

Alas, she would never see them again.

Countless times she had thought that if only she had known that day would be the last, she would have hugged the orphanage children, the director, and the caretaker.

Telling them how much she loved them.

But unfortunately, she hadn’t known.

The bubbling sound from the pot snapped Lu Meng back to reality. She hurriedly lifted the lid, stirred with a spoon, and covered it again.

The prawns were ready too.

She then took out the chicken, washed it with clean water, drained it, and placed it in an empty bowl.

About an hour and a half later, as the coconut chicken stew simmered on the stove, she suddenly received a message from Wen Er.

“Mengmeng, there’s an urgent mission. I can’t make it to our appointment.”

Lu Meng was momentarily stunned.

“It’s okay, we can meet when you return…”

How long would he be gone?

Was it dangerous?

She typed these words in the chat box but slowly deleted them.

“It’s okay, we’ll meet again when you’re back. Take care!”

“Okay.”

“Captain, it’s time to depart.”

Wen Er responded, shutting off his holoscreen. The tenderness in his eyes faded.

Adi followed him onto the spaceship and noticing Wen Er seemed distracted, couldn’t help but ask,

“Captain, were you just saying goodbye to that little guide?”

Wen Er snapped back, glancing at him. “Yes.”

“The little guide must be worried sick, right? Our missions are so dangerous...”