When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

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“It smells good, do you need me to try it for free in the kitchen?”

Qian Bao, who was upstairs, just finished washing and went down to the second floor. He smelled the scent of chicken, and his stomach began to growl faster than her reaction. She had to pull the railing and probe to look downstairs.

Lao Wo walked out carrying the take-out garbage, looked at her with a sympathetic look, and kindly persuaded her:

“Don’t wait, we don’t deserve it.”

Qian Bao wondered: “Why? The aunts in the base are all kind and kind, presumably they can’t bear to refuse such a cute need like me.”

The old snail smiled perfunctorily: “However, under the premise, it is the aunts who cook, not an indifferent old dog.”

Qian Bao: “?”

She was still at a loss. Someone downstairs came up with a round tray. The tall figure slowly approached. Qian Bao poked his head and looked at the place where the fragrance floated out, and saw it dipped in red and bright soup. The fresh and tender chicken and the crystal-clear and plump rice grains inside can’t help but sigh:

“Wow, Captain, let me do this for serving dishes—”

As he said, Qian Bao raised his hand to pick up Lu Zhe’s dinner plate, but he was fixed by his casual glance. The cedar scent in the air suddenly became a bit strong, which was a silent threat.

Qian Baoqing couldn’t help but give in, “…please.”

When Lu Zhe and her passed by, Qian Bao rubbed his hands and ran to the base canteen downstairs, only to find with great pain that the dishes were still those dishes, not to mention the yellow chicken, and she didn’t even see a feather. .

After eating tastelessly and half full, Qian Bao dragged his pace back to the training room. As soon as he approached, his nose was instinctively attracted by the rich fragrance.

She took a closer look, but saw that the plate of yellow braised chicken she had dreamed of was on Shen Qiao’s table.

Qian Bao complained to Lu Zhe in a tearful tone: “Is our DG base finally becoming a sad place to see the newcomers laugh and not hear the old cry?”

Lu Zhe was watching Shen Qiao throw the green peppers in the trash can into the trash can, and he replied without raising his head:

“Eat my chicken, it’s me, you want to taste it too?”

Qian Bao: “…Excuse me.”

Erhua, who couldn’t wait for the takeaway, was tortured by both hunger and the yellow braised chicken. At this moment, she screamed listlessly: “Captain, I reasonably suspect that you are doing color and have the evidence.”

Lu Zhe casually picked up a boney chicken nugget and put it in his bowl, and replied righteously:

“When a captain turns yellow, no player around him is innocent.”

Erhua, Lao Wo and Qian Bao said in unison: “Bah!”

Only Shen Qiao was the most calm during the whole process, and he enjoyed his lunch without anyone else. When he put down the bowl, because he was too full, his breath became a bit lazy, like a big cat about to take a nap.

Lu Zheguang wanted to rub his head just looking at it.

Then he suddenly remembered the sentence that Shen Qiao had previously asked by “the friend out of nowhere”:

“How are you going to help me quit smoking?”

At that time, he smiled and asked, “How do you want me to help?”