On the four sides of the small cruiser were massive multi-functional walls. In the earliest days, these walls could only change temperature, hardness, and appearance, and were bulletproof and movable within a certain range. However, over the decades of peaceful years, this purely military multi-functional material inevitably developed some entertainment functions - for example, it could be used as an LED screen, connect to Earth signals via remote satellites, and even play 3D games.

... The latter was strictly forbidden during missions.

It was lunchtime, and a food program from Earth was playing on the wall.

"So the most famous dish at this restaurant I'm recommending to everyone today is not lobster, nor abalone, but this - the signature dish, ta-da!" For some reason, the female host of the food show had the physique of an anorexic patient but the appetite of a glutton. It could be seen that pleasing all kinds of viewers was quite a challenge.

The pretty female host lifted the lid of a rustic-looking clay pot, and a puff of white steam instantly wafted out. The high-definition 4D TV wall immediately emitted a realistic aroma. The female host took a deep breath and murmured, "It smells so good."

The few men squatting in front of the screen wall, each holding a can of rations, swallowed their saliva in an undignified manner.

"When it comes to food, one must be sincere. Dear viewers, now let's carefully savor this aroma. Did you know that it has layers? First, there's the slightly bitter woody scent of herbs, not at all pungent, very subtle, and especially refreshing. Then there's the rich aroma of mushrooms, ginseng and other mountain delicacies. Further back is the fragrance of rice. According to the owner, this japonica rice is a special variety cultivated in colder regions of the north, first popularized in Russia, with extremely low yields but extremely delicious. The grains are distinct, the rice soup is thick, and the rice aroma is followed by the meat aroma..."

The few ungraceful viewer friends were fully immersed, unanimously treating their tasteless compressed rations with the same "look, smell, ask, cut" approach as the female host, and strenuously putting on a neurotic, enraptured expression.

It was at this moment that Ye Wenlin and the captain of the Dagger unit, Jiang Jin, walked in. The two were originally whispering about something, but upon suddenly smelling the room full of synthetic aromas and seeing their teammates' behavior, they immediately realized that this was the daily routine of "Earth space version of playing house" - performing how they ate like kings under their lacking conditions.

Although the spacecraft had simulated a gravity system, perhaps still due to psychological effects, it always felt far from the feeling of truly "having feet on the ground".

They were the most elite special forces pioneers in space, looked up to and even mythologized by countless military academy students. However, the days of carrying out missions did not have that many legendary colors. Most of the time, they were in this dull and tedious atmosphere, doing their mundane daily patrol work as meticulously as possible, interspersed with the most rigorous training courses, and only in the cracks of time for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating could they find some boring fun in every possible way.

The food supplied to them was of course the best, both in nutritional value and health, carefully calculated and adjusted to the optimum value of compressed rations to ensure that the warriors drifting in space maintained peak physical strength.

Unfortunately, no one appreciated it. They unanimously believed that these rations did not deserve to be called food, only deserving to be called nutrient solutions.

Compared to delicious food, what was nutrition? What was health? Even premium dog food was balanced, but it always lost to those sausages with excessive additives and salt.

Jiang Jin glared and said, "Look at how little integrity you have, to be corroded by such sugar-coated shells!"

He was tall and sturdy, with a scar on his face that stretched from the upper eyelid of his left eye all the way to his temple, pulling the eyelid down and turning the originally not-small left eye into an asymmetrical small triangular eye compared to the right, looking frighteningly bizarre.

Originally, this level of scar removal and plastic surgery was an even simpler procedure than putting on a band-aid, but Captain Jiang, who had dominated the Dagger for eight years, had already been tempered into an eccentric among eccentrics, with a particularly distorted aesthetic. He was unusually satisfied with this face that looked quite abstractly profound after being disfigured, and after driving away three military doctors in succession, he successfully preserved this scar that he claimed was "very handsome".

The team members, upon receiving the rebuke, could only straighten their spines one by one, put on the rigorous attitude of political study, and solemnly look at the TV wall.

"All the essence is in this milky white soup... Wow, look at this soup, it's really so delicate. Scooped up like this, it's like using a spoon to carve a piece of jade, crystal clear, without a trace of greasy oil. Let me taste it for everyone... Mmm!"

The clear swallowing sound from the TV, the sigh after the food entered the mouth, entered the serious ears of the black-faced god Captain Jiang, and his throat involuntarily moved.

"This texture!" The female host seemed to have trouble even speaking, facing the camera with an expression of ascending to immortality and shouting, "It's this texture! The taste in the mouth is even richer than the olfactory layers just now, absolutely beyond your imagination. The originally distinct rice grains melt in the mouth, the finely chopped tender meat seems to be soaked in soup, with a light bite, mmm! It feels like it explodes in the mouth..."

Captain Jiang smacked his lips, regretfully discovering that he seemed to have been defeated by the sugar-coated shells, but he felt that this was because the opponent was too powerful, and although defeated, he was still glorious. So he unceremoniously kicked two subordinate team members with his toes, snatched the best spot - where the simulated aroma was strongest, plopped down like a big shot, and stretched out his hand, "Give me a can of rations too."

This was the sixth routine patrol of the "Dagger" unit this month, and they were on the way back.

Ye Wenlin's attention was not on the TV wall. They were almost at the base, currently in the outermost layer of the human space fortress - the remote satellite range. From the rich simulated fragrance, it could be judged that the signal reception was good. So Ye Wenlin took out his phone, placed it on his lap, and absentmindedly ate his "dog food" canned food while flipping through various messages from Earth.

First was the "Oh" that Fu Luo had replied a few days ago, followed by a routine physical examination report from the hospital.

He carefully looked at every indicator on the report. The situation had not worsened and was even a little better than he had imagined. The tense lines on his face seemed to soften a bit. Then he used mobile banking to transfer 10,000 of the global currency to the hospital's account.

Finally, Ye Wenlin came across a selfie photo sent by his girlfriend Xin Ran. She was wearing a beautiful dress with a very stylish brooch pinned on her knitted cardigan, instantly elevating the ordinary clothes by two levels.

Xin Ran's message was "Your classmate gave this to me, thank her!"

Ye Wenlin smiled and sent a text message to Fu Luo: "You little rascal, getting bold, trying to poach from me as soon as your senior brother leaves."

It was a small gift prepared for the exclusive VIPs at the new product launch of Robin's studio. After giving them out, the remaining ones could be freely picked by the employees. Fu Luo originally had no interest in this, but later thought of Xin Ran, so he specially picked one and sent it to her by same-city express.

In any case, that poor Ye Wenlin definitely couldn't afford it.

Recently, Fu Luo's days had been very tangled. She was sitting on a chair in the locker room, wearing a work vest. Xiao Zhu and another girl were wrapping a kind of high-polymer plastic wrap on her arms, one on the left and one on the right. It was said that the design inspiration came from the ancient practice of wrapping non-breathable food wrap around the body to aid in weight loss.

It was a very painful thing, but had a miraculous effect on muscular obesity.

...Although Fu Luo really wanted to know why it was still called "obesity" when it was all "muscle".

"How does it feel?" Xiao Zhu asked.

Fu Luo: "The cytoplasm doesn't even flow anymore."

Xiao Zhu smiled embarrassedly: "Although it's very painful, it's really useful. Someone used this to slim their calf muscles and lost a finger's width in a week."

Fu Luo looked sickly: "To recover this 'finger's width', I will need at least a year's worth of pull-ups."

"Please help." Xiao Zhu smiled guiltily.

Robin's clothing design brand launched a transformative work for the autumn and winter seasons, called "General".

Although in Fu Luo's eyes, it should be read as "Ladyboy".

It was unisex. The women's sizes adjusted some proportions of the shoulders and chest, while the rest remained unchanged. It was a typical "boyfriend" style. The men's version was flamboyant and intricate, which was very much in line with the current aesthetic taste of little sissies trying to look handsome.

Then, Robin used the excuse of not being able to find a suitable model to ask Fu Luo for help.

Xiao Zhu didn't know why the boss wanted to do this. As an industry insider, she was very clear that "can't find a suitable model" was a very far-fetched reason. Although androgynous style was versatile, it was the same old thing. Centuries ago, there were already successful cases of male models endorsing women's underwear. What model couldn't be found?

In terms of height alone, although Fu Luo was considered the "Oriental Pearl" among ordinary people, she was just meeting the standard among models.

So... was the boss trying to make this connected person popular?

Xiao Zhu looked at Fu Luo's worried expression.

Fu Luo was just a military school student who was going to report to space in two months. This kind of popularity would not benefit her future at all. Not to mention it was completely irrelevant, it might also give people the impression that she was not attending to her proper duties.

Xiao Zhu lowered her eyes and tightened the plastic wrap in her hands.

"It's better not to say too much about this kind of thing," the gold medal assistant thought silently.