Split Sky Rider

"Pure Light Bird? Grandpa Barut, do you know its species?"

Chen Fei looked up from the technical manual. He had never been able to find what kind of bird the little chirp was. He was afraid that this little thing would be a bachelor in the future. Look at the old father's heart.

"Haha, it's still a monster!"

Barut smiled and narrowed his eyes.

It seems that he is very interested in this young man who ignorantly raised a bird-shaped monster. Most people have no chance to get a monster. How can a smart monster be willing to become someone else's pet or tool beast.

"Is it true? Hahaha, Xiaojiu, you are really a monster. You must study hard!"

Chen Fei stretched out his fingers and rubbed the little bird's head gently. If Old Pu knew the news, he would probably vomit three liters of blood!

The bird nimbly flew onto his hand and pecked here and there to express its dissatisfaction.

What is Warcraft? Can it be eaten?

Its little brain can neither understand nor want to think about it. It just knows that it is its master’s little chirp, chirp!

I am afraid that the profiteer Park Aihua who originally gave the bird egg to Chen Fei never imagined that he would actually pick up a real World of Warcraft egg in the wilderness near the 911 air service base.

However, Chen Fei didn't care whether Xiaojiu was a World of Warcraft or not. After a brief surprise, he quickly returned to normal, and he didn't fall into the emotional fluctuations of worrying about gains and losses at all.

However, the old Neanderthal man Barut saw this in his eyes and nodded secretly in his mind. He did not continue to talk about Xiao Jiu's identity as a monster. He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of grilled lamb chop again, looked at it up and down, and smiled. Then he said: "These ribs should be made by you, right? Abel does not have such skills."

Chef Singh, who only knows how to unpack quick-frozen packages, is even more unlikely. The reason why he can serve as a chef at the 911 aircrew base is simply because the hiring cost is cheap. His salary is definitely not comparable to that of someone with real skills. Chef Bell compared.

Chen Fei did not deny it and said: "Well, I used garlic powder, eggs, salt, cooking wine, Orleans barbecue powder and fried chicken powder. There is no technical content."

All ready-made ingredients are used, garlic powder and cooking wine to relieve the smell, eggs to tenderize the meat, Orleans barbecue powder to add flavor, and fried chicken powder to lock in moisture and ensure the taste. There is not much innovation, but it is better than the black pepper and sweetness that Abel originally planned. The seasoning recipe of red wine, onion, basil and cumin adds a layer of flavor.

Compared with the two, Chen Fei's approach is more homely, and it is easy to find these materials in ordinary people's homes.

"You should be in the kitchen, much better than that guy who only knows how to unpack."

As usual, Balut swallowed the meat and bones in one gulp, expressing great satisfaction.

"I'm a mechanic, and the base won't pay me that much."

Chen Fei raised the goblet, gestured, took a sip, and said, "This wine is really good!"

The blueberries used to make the wine are picked from the blueberry trees in the shed. They are almost the same as those in the wild. The purple wine pulp is thick and hanging on the wall, with a fruity aroma and a refreshing and smooth taste. It is far better than those blended with corn alcohol and chemical flavors. The coquettish bitch is much stronger.

However, compared with the wine that Balut took last time, one is a beauty from the mountains and the other is a goddess from the city, each with its own merits.

"Hahaha, I heard about it!"

Barut is also very well-informed. The young man in front of him is not only a member of the maintenance team, he has recently become a member of the flight squadron and an assistant to the canteen chef Abel.

The working time during the day belongs to the maintenance team and the flight squadron, the two hours after get off work go to the canteen and the kitchen, and the rest of the time is handed over to him, working around the clock, life is endless, and the work does not stop.

There are not many young people working hard like this in today's society.

"I can't help it, I owe a lot of money."

Chen Fei did not evade the reason and shook his head with a wry smile.

He also wants to be like everyone else, go to work on time, get off work on time, have some free time during holidays, invite a few friends to eat, drink and have fun together, criticize the sky and the earth, vent the pressure at work, and then continue to save money step by step to buy a house, a car, and get married. Pretty decent girls, get married and have children together, and live an ordinary life without any regrets.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be a problem for you. As a young man, there are countless possibilities in the future."

Barut picked up the goblet, clinked it with Chen Fei, took a sip, and was very satisfied with the blueberry wine he brewed.

The purple wine pulp is rich in anthocyanins, which has many benefits for the human body. As a fruit wine, it is not distilled, so the alcohol content is naturally not high and not overpowering, at most around 14 degrees, but the flavor is excellent.

While enjoying the drinks and food, clinking glasses from time to time, and chatting happily, the old Neanderthal man handed over the night shift job of looking after Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower to Chen Fei.

Not a drop of the bottle of blueberry wine was left, and the dishes he had brought with him were finally cleared. The old Neanderthal man got up, put on a coat at the door of the shack, and then staggered away, leaving this place behind. It was temporarily handed over to Chen Fei.

Barut has his own dormitory, and the conditions are much better than Chen Fei's personal small single room.

The steel structure shed where the energy tower was placed was not originally a place for people to live. After some renovation, it was turned into a garden-like greenhouse.

Even if there is a bathroom and running water, it still cannot be completely used as a dormitory.

One is the lack of shower facilities, making it impossible to take a bath. Of course, it is not impossible to take a bath with a basin of hot water, but it is not as convenient as a fully equipped shower.

Secondly, this is a greenhouse. Although it is warm as spring and very comfortable in winter, it turns into a big steamer and oven in summer. If the hood on the roof is not fully opened to enhance ventilation, otherwise it can only be used as a sauna. There is no room for people at all.

But right now, the wind is biting outside and the warmth inside the shack is more than enough as a temporary sleeping place.

Working the night shift here does not require you to keep your eyes open all the time, just pay attention regularly. You can do whatever you want during the rest of the time, such as playing with flowers and plants, eating and drinking, or simply sleeping.

A bedside table, a single bed with a steel frame, an empty personal storage cabinet, pillows and woolen blankets were all available. Chen Fei had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

He tried to go through them all according to the operating procedures explained by Barut. The energy tower is highly automated and does not require much manual intervention. The actual workload is not much. It only took five minutes to complete the operation of the energy tower. status and safety checks.

The little Jiu flew around the garden happily, and after a while he came back with a beak of colorful berry juice, rubbing it on Chen Fei's hand, leaving spots of bright traces.

There was no deliberate choice in the flowers and plants planted by Balut. It didn’t matter whether they would bloom or bear fruit, whether the flowers were fragrant or not, whether the fruits were edible or not. There was even a pot of verdant green onions planted in the corner, which were growing extremely well. , there are no traces of being pinched at all, and it seems to be just for simple planting.

There are some goodies though, such as figs, blueberries, raspberries, hovenia, pineapples, dragon fruit, and even an apple tree that is already bearing fruit.

This old Neanderthal man was not stingy at all. He told Chen Fei to get whatever he wanted to eat. You're welcome. The amount of fruit in the shack could not be eaten by one or two people.

As the night got deeper and deeper, Chen Fei roughly read through most of the technical manual given to him by Barut, and turned off the lights in the shack one by one, leaving only a small lamp. Then he walked towards the steel frame single bed and found This little thing actually occupied his own pillow, huddled up in a ball, and slept soundly, making chirping sounds from time to time.

With such a small appearance, what kind of monster is it?

Chen Fei smiled and shook his head, gently picked it up, put it back into the bird's nest he had brought, and covered it with a soft tissue to serve as a quilt. He had no interest in knowing what this little bird was like. Ability, as long as you grow up well and safely.

Before going to bed, I put my hand into the satchel I brought with me and prepared to take out the bottle of sleeping pills, hoping to sleep until dawn, but I found nothing.

I actually forgot to bring it.

Chen Fei was not old enough to rely on sleeping pills, so he was really not used to them, so it wouldn't be surprising if he forgot about them.

Looking outside the door of the shack, the cold wind sweeping through the Hindu Kush Mountains passed over the hills of standard containers, making a low roar.

In just three or four hours from sunset to now, the outdoor temperature has dropped sharply to minus ten degrees Celsius, and the cold wind is blowing so hard that you will catch a cold if you are not careful.

Since I am a hardworking worker and cannot afford to get sick, I might as well stay in a greenhouse-like shed and guard this energy tower that continuously releases residual reaction heat.

But Chen Fei still had his own way.

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Monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, all thrown over.