After waking up from sleep, she opened her eyes and started working, wanting to stretch her body. The discomfort on her wrists reminded her that this body had just had its wrists cut.

Really, it doesn’t matter if you are willing to die or be a hostage. King Gou Jian of Yue was a hostage, Qin Shihuang and his father were hostages, Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty Zhao Gou was a hostage, but it’s not like living a good life. As long as there is a glimmer of hope,

You shouldn't seek death. What's more, the Galaxy Alliance regards itself as the protector of mankind and treats prisoners of war more humanely than the Earth Alliance. It won't kill the prisoners.

Three maids dressed as maids were sitting aside to rest. When they saw her, they stood up quickly.

She looked at the electronic clock hanging on the wall: "It's so late, what's for dinner?"

This hostage was either sleeping or eating. He was not polite at all, and he was really big-hearted. So two of the three people went to get dinner, and the other one went to set up the small dining table nearby.

The food was brought quickly, including synthetic steak and macaroni, with knives, forks, and chopsticks placed next to it. The three of them were watching, as if they were waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

Come on, even if the conditions in the Earth Alliance are relatively poor, the owner is a mecha pilot, and his salary is the same as that of an astronaut, and he can usually eat steak and milk.

Xi Ning picked up a knife and fork to eat the steak first. It tasted okay, chicken-flavored. After all, it was made from various minced things, and the texture was not as good as real steak.

After eating, I put down my knife and fork, then picked up my chopsticks to eat the macaroni. The tomato juice was pretty good.

After eating, she put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with the tablecloth next to her: "Thank you, I've finished eating."

After the three of them looked at each other, they came forward to put away their things. She then sat on the chair next to her and turned on the button of the projector next to her.

A ray of light shot out from the nearby projector, and a selection page appeared in mid-air. It reminded her of the page Mo Ming operated after returning to the planet after each mission. The technology of this era has reached a certain level.

But compared to the book in Shangqing's hand, it is still far behind. Shangqing can change the condition of a planet with just a few fingers, and restoring the rest area is a piece of cake. Could it be that the place where she really is is a highly developed civilization?

Even the super developed stage.

Don't think about it anymore, the most important thing now is to do the task.

After ordering a movie she had never seen before, she leaned comfortably on the ergonomic chair and was immediately surrounded by the images projected on the projector, giving her an immersive feeling.

I heard a voice outside the image: "Miss Ruo, do you need snacks and drinks?"

"No need." In the starry sky at the beginning of the movie, she was very relaxed: "You guys should get off work and have a good rest."

Originally, they thought they would be difficult to serve, and planned to take turns on duty at night, but they were told to get off work, so the three of them said goodbye and left.

After leaving the door, go to the leader to report. There is no surveillance in the room, only monitoring, so you need to report every day.

I just took a nap and watched a movie, nothing else.

One of them hesitated for a moment, but finally said it: "If Miss Ruo moves calmly and elegantly when eating, she has obviously received a good education."

The manager frowned slightly: "It's elegant, right?"

"No, it's elegance." After thinking about it, he repeated it again: "It's elegance."

The difference between elegance and elegance is a thousand miles.

The steward picked up the tablet and looked at tonight's menu. He originally thought that the food would be enough for people from the wild places to devour. When many "people on the ground" came over, they licked the plate after eating, eager to eat the whole bowl. Although the prisoners did not

It's such an exaggeration, but the way I eat is as if I've been hungry all day.

She clicked on the job assistance and asked for a copy of the usual recipes for the Earth Alliance mecha pilots. After all, the person sent this time was a mecha pilot, and so far, she had never raised a local mecha pilot.

In every war, pilots must be killed. Even if they are not killed, they will commit suicide, whether before or after being captured. Therefore, after taking down the mecha, the mecha pilot will blow up the enemy's cabin. If it is

It was a draw, and everyone was lying on the ground. Both sides were responsible for their own rescue and no longer attacked.

Recipe? The intelligence agency directly asked the Earth Alliance for the food, and it was your people who were being raised. The Earth Alliance immediately gave it to them, based on the actual situation.

The recipes were quickly sent from the intelligence agency to the supervisor's work tablet. Not only the recipes, but also how to make them were clearly written on it. There are more than a dozen dishes provided by the alliance to mecha pilots every day.

, there are four staple foods, and the recipes are changed once a week to ensure that the dishes are not the same within a week.

The meats are all chicken, steak, mutton, pork shank, and eight kinds of vegetables with less fat content... The manager drooled when he saw it. This is simply better than their mecha pilots. No wonder the alliance

The other troops are so weak, but that's why the mecha troops are so powerful.

The manager reported the situation to the superiors. After reading it, the superiors scolded them, saying that only one hostage had a stutter, and they were so particular. They had never eaten real meat, they were all synthetic steaks.

Despite the scolding, he reported the situation to Iger.

After reading it, Iger thought for a while and approved, "It will be served according to the current recipe and no special care is required."

The next day, when a staff member arrived first, he was shocked to see the hostage already sitting, wearing casual clothes prepared in the closet in the room, with wet hair.

"Miss Ruo, why did you take a shower? The doctor told you not to touch the water with your wound."

Xining raised his wrist and showed it: "Don't worry, I've wrapped it with waterproof material."

If the wound becomes inflamed, you will be held accountable. She breathed a sigh of relief, but still complained: "You are still weak now. If you faint while taking a bath, you will be in danger. If you want to take a bath, I can contact you

Use a bathtub and put the wound outside the basin so it won't touch the water."

This was the case before, but the body owner refused to let anyone help her take a bath. After Bessie's persuasion, she took a bath. As a result, her attitude toward Bessie improved a lot, and she began to trust her more and more.

It is impossible to have Bessie and Little Stone now. She said that she did not want to see them again. If Iger did not send these two people to other places, she would lose.

Xining responded calmly: "Okay, please bring me my breakfast."

The staff choked. They had such a good attitude, but why did they feel like their fists were hitting the cotton and they couldn't use their strength.

When we got to the bathroom, the hospital gown had been thrown into the trash can, and there was a laundry basket next to it. It was so obvious. If you didn't throw the laundry basket into the trash can, it meant there was no need to wash it. This hostage was really informed.

In the following time, the hostages' "informed knowledge" was reflected in everything. They took medicine without persuasion, just took it and poured it into their mouths; when eating, they never said how the food was dripping, they ate it all; when they needed it,

, use the simplest and clearest words, and say thank you from time to time.

After dinner, I would either sit on the terrace and look at the scenery in the yard, or sit on a chair and watch a movie. I would take a light nap in the afternoon, which was not difficult to take care of.

At night, they were reminded to get off work. As for when to take a shower, I don’t know. Anyway, they are clean and refreshing every day.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the hostage finally asked a question that had nothing to do with eating, drinking, and drinking: "I don't know what your three names are yet."
Chapter completed!