SGT CH4: Pregnancy Nutrition Meal

◎Perhaps he should act a little more pained.◎

Mousse gave the order, but saw the butler hesitate, looking as if he wanted to speak but was holding back.

“What is it?” Mousse asked.

The butler tactfully advised: “General Aix has a history of harming you. Is it too risky to have him dine with you?”

Mousse was unconcerned, “He’s wearing two suppressors and can barely walk steadily. What threat could he possibly pose?”

If Aix had any brains at all, he wouldn’t dare to make a move on him in the dining room under the watchful eyes of the butler and attendants.

The best time to make a move would be when they were alone in private, like last night.

The butler could only advise; the decision rested with the prince.

His persuasion fruitless, the butler bowed and withdrew to make preparations.

Then, Mousse sensed through his mental power that the number of guards outside the dining room had tripled.

The captain of the personal guard, who had been on a shift break, rushed back.

After greeting Mousse, he found a spot by the long table and stood there, not leaving.

Mousse: “…”

Fine, then.

He could understand the nervousness of the butler and the personal guard.

The last time he was injured, his male and female fathers were both worried and angry. Although they did not go over Mousse’s head to punish his personal guard, the necessary reprimands and rectifications were unavoidable.

His female father, who served as the empire’s marshal, had even transferred an elite unit from the Fourth Army Corps to him under the pretext of changing defenses, to protect his safety.

Then those elites were thrown into the garrison army of White Night Star by Mousse before they even entered the main gate of the prince’s mansion.

Zergs should do what zergs are meant to do.

Princes should maintain the dignity and authority of the royal family and fulfill corresponding political and military missions.

Military females should go to the army to protect their homes and country.

Aix was an exception.

Aix couldn’t go anywhere. He could only stay by his side, to be tormented and ravaged by him.

A steady sound of footsteps approached, and Aix’s figure appeared at the entrance of the dining room.

He was dressed in a simple and elegant white shirt and black trousers.

This outfit, paired with his raven-black hair and pale skin from lack of sun, created a stark black-and-white contrast that was cool, clean, and very eye-catching.

Even with Aix’s current awkward status, the butler couldn’t possibly have intentionally prepared poor clothes for him.

The shirt was finely tailored from high-quality fabric.

The slim-fit black trousers wrapped around Aix’s long legs, particularly highlighting his figure.

Mousse’s gaze fell on Aix’s long legs, but his focus was on something else.

He was actually walking quite steadily.

Don’t suppressors make a zerg feel weak all over, with unsteady steps? He had even tormented him all night last night…

He recovered so quickly?

He felt inexplicably frustrated.

It also further ignited his fighting spirit.

It seemed he could continue to increase the intensity.

Mousse smiled and waved at Aix, beckoning him over.

Aix stepped forward, his gaze lingering for a moment on the captain of the prince’s guard standing by the long table.

Seeing the other’s exceptional solemnity, and how his body tensed even more upon meeting his gaze, he understood his purpose here.

Aix was unwilling to make things difficult for other zergs, so he slowed his pace and stopped several meters away from the prince.

He placed a hand on his chest and performed the courtesy of meeting a noble male zerg.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

Mousse didn’t particularly like this serious and tense atmosphere. He gave a perfunctory nod and motioned for Aix to sit opposite him.

Aix’s gaze fell on the seat opposite the prince. He hesitated, not moving for a moment.

Even though he was born in the lower class, he knew that in the homes of status-conscious nobles, the seats at both ends of the long table belonged only to the male lord and the female consort.

He almost forgot, he was indeed the prince’s female consort.

After stripping him of his wings, the prince, in order to have a legitimate reason to dispose of him, had used his authority to forcibly match him as his female consort.

A nominal female consort with no status whatsoever.

A hint of sorrow flashed in Aix’s eyes.

Seeing him standing there without moving, Mousse spoke:

“What? Do you want to sit next to me? Hmm… that’s not out of the question.”

Before his words had finished, Aix preemptively walked to the opposite side of the long table and sat down.

Clearly, compared to sitting next to him, the seat far away from him was more acceptable to the female zerg.

Mousse was a little disappointed.

If Aix had sat next to him, he could have stepped on him under the table.

That would have been very interesting.

In the spacious and bright dining room, beside the attendants and personal guard, Aix’s body under the table would be toyed with by his foot.

With Aix’s temperament, he would never show any emotion. He would surely endure it with all his might, trying hard to conceal it, feigning that nothing was wrong.

Even though all the zergs present were well aware of the profane game.

Missing an opportunity to bully Aix, Mousse was not very happy.

So, he opened the virtual menu and removed the originally planned pregnancy nutrition meal for the female zerg.

Then he made some deletions and changes to the menu, personally customizing an exclusive nutrition meal for the female zerg.

After doing all this, Mousse’s lips curved up in pleasure. While waiting for the food to be served, he happily savored the exquisite and delicious food on his plate.

Aix, on the opposite side, looked up at him a few times.

The prince ate in small bites, slowly. His movements were both noble and elegant, very aesthetically pleasing.

Even with the cunning smile on his lips and the hint of malice and teasing in his eyes, it did not affect his noble beauty. Instead, it made him seem more vivid.

Good-looking zergs were just that unreasonable.

Aix lowered his eyes.

He knew he was probably going to be teased by the prince again.

But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry.

Perhaps it was because getting angry was something that consumed a lot of emotion and energy.

His situation was difficult, and he also had to worry about the zerg egg in his abdomen. He could only focus his energy on protecting the zerg egg and pleasing the prince to obtain pheromones.

He really didn’t have the energy to be angry about this.

He just hoped the prince wouldn’t make him too miserable later.

At least, not in front of so many zergs…

A waiter pushed a dining cart over and placed a plate of reddish-green mush and a glass of blue water in front of Aix.

“Hurry up and eat. This is a pregnancy meal I specially customized for you. You must finish it all.”

Mousse propped up his chin and watched him, anticipating the change in his expression.

[???]

[What is this stuff? Is it edible?]

[Is all zerg food this weird? No, the food in front of the prince is very normal, and the presentation is very exquisite.]

[So the host is doing this on purpose, right?]

[Are you trying to poison your wife with dark cuisine?]

[The task is to have the female consort eat a pregnancy nutrition meal, not this strange mush. The system won’t pass you.]

Mousse, seeing the discussion in the comments, hummed with pleasure and kindly explained to them, while also explaining to Aix:

“This contains all the nutrients a pregnant female zerg needs, and it’s the most scientific ratio. It’s labeled as a pregnancy nutrition meal.”

Even if a nutritionist came, they would have to say this was a pregnancy nutrition meal.

[??!]

[It can be like this?]

[This is exploiting a loophole, right? Will the system let him pass?]

[From what I know of that moronic system, it will probably pass him…]

[Although I’m not a zerg, the host is a real dog.]

Mousse didn’t quite understand what the last comment meant. It probably meant he was smart.

Although he had only done one night of tasks, Mousse had already figured out the judgment pattern of this scum system.

Just as these otherworldly audiences said, the system’s task judgment was actually very rigid.

As long as it met the key elements mentioned in the task, it would judge the task as completed.

Mousse looked forward to Aix’s reaction.

His reaction was… no reaction.

Aix scooped up the colorful mush with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without changing his expression.

One spoonful after another.

He ate very quickly, and the bowl of mush was soon empty.

After finishing the last bite, Aix picked up the glass of blue liquid on the side and drank it in one gulp.

Mousse was stunned and asked blankly, “How, how could you eat that?”

You should know that bowl of stuff was just a mixture of various ingredients smashed together, without any seasoning.

As for that glass of liquid, it was various trace elements and vitamins needed by the zerg body plus water. The taste… was probably no different from drinking medicine.

It wasn’t until he saw Mousse’s astonished expression that Aix realized this was the prank the prince had prepared for him.

He didn’t know how to react for a moment.

Perhaps he should have acted a little more pained just now, to satisfy the prince’s whim?

But a clean and nutritious meal, a glass of water that was just a bit bitter but could satisfy the zerg body’s needs—he really found it difficult to pretend to be in pain.

“Don’t you find it disgusting and nauseating?”

Mousse couldn’t figure out where he had gone wrong.

It couldn’t be that Aix’s sense of taste was different from that of a normal zerg, right?

Aix was silent for a long time before asking:

“Your Highness, have you ever had nutrient solution?”

“Of course I have.”

He had had milk-fruit flavor, red-berry flavor, mixed-fruit flavor… all kinds of flavors of nutrient solution.

His favorite was the milk-fruit flavor, fragrant and sweet.

Seeing the prince’s expression, Aix knew what kind of nutrient solution he was thinking of.

“I’m not referring to those beautifully packaged, richly flavored high-end drinks, but the more common and cheap nutrient solutions with no flavor options.”

Mousse remembered something and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

“Oh, that’s disgusting.”

The taste was particularly nauseating, making a zerg lose the will to live, wishing they could lose their sense of taste.

Aix was slightly startled.

He didn’t think the noble Prince had ever come into contact with that kind of low-end nutrient solution. The other party was probably just agreeing casually.

However, the prince’s expression just now suddenly reminded him of a little male zerg from his memory.

…

The little male zerg with short golden hair just took a sip of the nutrient solution he had brought back and wrinkled his face in disgust.

His excellent upbringing prevented him from spitting out the food in his mouth.

So, that pretty little face wrinkled even more unpleasantly.

After a long while, the little male zerg recovered.

His big eyes became moist, and even the injured, blind eye on his left side was welling up with tears.

The little male zerg returned the nutrient solution in his hand, pouting, and said aggrievedly:

“This is so disgusting.”

At that time, Aix had only thought the little male zerg wanted to leave the precious nutrient solution for him.

Now, seeing the prince’s identical expression of disgust, he thought, perhaps the little male zerg really did find the taste of the nutrient solution unbearable.

After all, the little male zerg looked like he was from a different world.

Even though he was dirty when he was found, with one eye injured and blind, very pathetic, from his habits, it was clear that he was a cub born into a very good family and raised with great care.

The female zerg’s imagination was really lacking, but looking at such a beautiful and noble little male zerg, Aix couldn’t help but guess:

He must be a noble prince.

That’s how it was always written in stories.

A noble male zerg prince encounters danger and is saved by a brave and powerful female zerg knight.

Later he learned that noble princes had countless personal guards around them and would never be exposed to danger.

And he was no powerful knight; he couldn’t save any zerg…

“Aix? Aix? Hey! What are you thinking about?”

Aix snapped back from his gloomy memories to see the prince waving his hand in front of his eyes, looking at him with a hint of confusion.

“My apologies, Your Highness. I was lost in thought for a moment.”

Aix reined in his emotions, a little nervous.

With the prince’s vile nature, he would definitely use this as an opportunity to lash out.

Strangely, this time the prince did not make a fuss over his distraction. He gave a faint nod and continued with the previous topic.

“I understand what you mean.” Mousse said:

“Nutrient solution is as disgusting as this bowl of mush. You’re used to drinking it, so you can drink such a disgusting thing without changing your expression.”

“No…”

Aix said truthfully: “The nutritious meal you prepared tastes better than any nutrient solution I have ever had.”

“Eh eh eh?”

The pampered prince obviously couldn’t understand.

Cheap nutrient solution had no seasoning, which didn’t mean it had no taste. On the contrary, its taste was very rich.

It directly mixed various vitamins, trace elements, and other substances needed by the zerg body with energy-replenishing meat and plants.

One could taste dozens of different flavors in one mouthful of nutrient solution.

If it were a zerg with a keen sense of taste, they would be driven mad in an instant.

The prince had separated the energy-replenishing ingredients from the vitamins and trace elements with their different tastes.

This allowed the nutritious meal to have only the pure taste of the ingredients themselves.

By a fluke, it had liberated the sense of taste.

Mousse didn’t understand.

Mousse couldn’t understand.

Mousse had a sudden realization.

Aix’s sense of taste must be different from that of a normal zerg!

He should have thought of it earlier.

Only this could explain it.

Mousse felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

He had clearly wanted to torment Aix, but the female zerg was immune to this kind of torment.

So infuriating.

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