After being fed to top-tier orcs, I became the darling of the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 630 Use magic to defeat magic

Liang He had originally intended to use her relationship with the chef to inquire whether Number Three needed meals delivered, but after learning from the little gerbil that Number Three had a dedicated person to deliver nutrient solutions, she gave up on the idea.

Thinking about it, if Number Three really is the biological weapon she suspects, then minimizing contact is the right thing to do.

Before Liang He popularized the cuisine of Earth, interstellar citizens basically relied on nutritional supplements to survive, which is not surprising.

"Head chef, those people from that area want us to deliver late-night snacks again, but I'm afraid to go... What should I do?"

Just as Liang He was about to head home and give up on getting information about number three from the head chef, an apprentice approached the chef with a worried look on his face.

"Didn't they eat quite a lot tonight? Why are they here again?"

The head chef was also frustrated.

Although he wasn't required to deliver the food, those few people bullied him, always finding fault and sending the food back to be redone, causing the head chef to frequently doubt his own abilities and his culinary skills.

The head chef gets a headache just thinking about how difficult this guy is to please, who often wants afternoon tea and late-night snacks in addition to three meals a day.

"They insisted on 24-hour guard duty, which was very taxing and required energy replenishment."

The apprentice curled his lip in dissatisfaction at the group's explanation.

Even if they are on call 24 hours a day, they work in shifts, and it's not as hard as they say.

Besides, even if you need to replenish your energy, let's not talk about your regular meals during the day. What's wrong with drinking some nutritional supplements at other times?
How pretentious! Deliberately ordering them around!
"Are you talking about the guards in that building?"

As Liang He asked softly, she pointed to a relatively secluded building, which was where number three was located.

"Oh dear, this is not easy to handle."

The head chef pressed down Liang He's raised finger and glanced cautiously at the building.

“They are fierce and unreasonable. If they find out you are talking about them, they will definitely cause you trouble.”

Even the head chef and apprentices dared not speak openly about it, and even kept it a secret, which shows that they had suffered a lot of losses.

"So arrogant?"

Liang He frowned, feigning displeasure. Was Commander Nigrum just letting them run wild?

Liang He is now using the identity of Ya Sha, while Ya Sha is a member of Seril's group.

Since Cyril's identity has not yet been exposed, it is normal for Asha, as Cyril's spy in the base, to occasionally express dissatisfaction with Nigrum's actions.

Aysha's existence was originally meant to find fault with Nigrum, and this was a tacitly approved method of checks and balances by Drovell.

"Sigh...we're used to it."

If it were just about ordering them around, that would be one thing, but also cooking a couple of meals.

The problem is that these guys are always nitpicking and finding fault, which has made it so that no one in the kitchen is willing to deliver food anymore.

"Alright, go and get the lottery box, let's all draw lots together."

The head chef sent his apprentice to get the lottery box, then continued preparing the late-night snack without stopping.

"A lottery box?"

Liang He raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at the lottery box that the young apprentice had brought over.

The subtle feeling was even more pronounced when one's gaze fell upon the others who had reluctantly gathered around, trembling as they began to draw lots.

Why do I have this inexplicable feeling that life and death are decided by drawing lots?

"Cough cough, look how scared you all are, I'll just go deliver it."

"Really?!"

The first apprentice to draw a lot threw the lot back after he had already touched it with his finger, as if it were a hot potato, showing great disdain.

He stared at Liang He with bright, sparkling eyes, as if looking at a savior, which made Liang He both laugh and cry.

"I am, after all, the chief's head maid, so they should at least give me some face."

It's just a case of a dog relying on its master's power.

It wouldn't be unreasonable for her to use Droville's influence to suppress those arrogant guards.

"Wow! The legendary use of magic to defeat magic?!"

The apprentice was also an avid surfer on the StarNet. In addition, he was interested in Earth's cuisine and often visited other planets, so he was quite knowledgeable about some popular internet memes.

"Pfft~ Yes."

Using magic to defeat magic, no problem!
Even without involving Drovell, she is now one of Cyril's people.

Cyril is a corps commander on par with Nigrum, and now she is also in charge of headquarters affairs, a position she holds that is different from before.

Therefore, as Cyril's confidante and Nigrum's subordinate, there was a hierarchy among them to some extent.

"But... won't this anger them?"

The head chef was somewhat worried.

Asha could help them once, but she couldn't help them every time.

If the guards think they deliberately brought Asha to suppress them, and then face an even bigger counterattack, the head chef and the others won't be able to handle it!
"No, tonight is a bit special, you know what I mean."

Liang He gave the head chef a reassuring look.

Some things don't need to be said too explicitly; those who understand, understand.

There's a big operation going on within the rebel army tonight, so it's normal that they can't spare the time to deliver food to those guards.

"I just happen to be going back to my dorm to rest, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to deliver it to you."

Although it takes a detour between that building and Aysa's dormitory, the directions are the same, so there's no need to worry about arousing suspicion.

Moreover, this incident was an accident, and it was brought up by the people in the kitchen. No one would suspect that Liang He had ulterior motives.

It's like a pillow being delivered when you're sleepy.

"Alright! Then I'll trouble you to make the trip."

The head chef and Aysa were already acquaintances, and he trusted her, so he didn't hesitate any longer and directly handed over the task of delivering the food to her.

"These are some snacks I prepared. Take them and eat them when you get home."

To thank Liang He for her generous help, the head chef specially took out his own private stash, stuffed it into an opaque black plastic bag, and handed it to Liang He.

"Thank you very much."

Liang He didn't stand on ceremony and took the black plastic bag directly.

After about ten minutes, the midnight snack for the guards was ready.

Liang He carried the food box and slowly walked towards the building where number three was located, lost in thought.

The reason she offered to help deliver the late-night snack was actually to try and get information out of the guards. If she could take the opportunity to go in and check on number three, that would be even better.

But as you can imagine, the chances are slim.

"Huh?! You're here to deliver midnight snacks?"

As soon as Liang He approached, several guards immediately surrounded her.

They eyed Liang He warily, then glanced at the familiar food box in her hand.

"How come I've never seen you before?"

They were assigned to guard Number Three and dared not wander around, so they were not familiar with Asha, who had only been there for a short time.

Liang He thought about Aysa's character and immediately put on a serious face, giving a very formal explanation.

“I am Aysa, the chief’s head maid. The kitchen is too busy, so I’m going back to my quarters to deliver a meal.”

Upon hearing the word "leader," the guards immediately dropped their disrespectful gazes and relaxed their guard after confirming Liang He's identity.

"So it's Head Maid Asha. How could we trouble you with such a thing? Those cooks are just too inconsiderate!"

One of them quickly took the food box from Liang He's hand, thinking they could quietly check the dishes.

The others consciously shielded her from view and intentionally or unintentionally struck up conversations with Liang He until they were certain.

Watching their skillful and coordinated teamwork, a glint of light flashed in Liang He's eyes.

Happy New Year, everyone!