The gentle, sickly beauty is a cold and aloof general.

Atal opened his personal terminal and saw that Jun Ming's "Atal Manual" had been sent to him.

Since he had nothing else to do, Atal decided to finish reading it.

After thinking for a moment, Atal made a drink for Jun Ming and placed it in front of him.

"My lord, I've made you a drink. You can try it."

After saying that, suppressing his embarrassment, Atal sat down next to Jun Ming and casually began reading "Atal's Manual".

"Atal is that good? He can even mix drinks?"

"The school offers cooking classes, and I got an A."

Jun Ming raised an eyebrow. If he remembered correctly, Atal also got an A in the subject of "the way to serve the male insect".

"With such outstanding abilities, is there any course Atal that doesn't get an A?"

"no."

Atal spoke with pride.

"I got A's in all my courses, especially military theory, and my graduation thesis was even rated as an outstanding work."

Atar spoke with great pride about the honors he received at school.

"Atal is truly outstanding."

"Otherwise, how could he have become the empire's youngest general?"

Jun Ming was full of praise, and his tone was sincere.

Atal paused for a moment after hearing this, smiled at Jun Ming, and then went back to reading the manual without saying anything more.

However, there was a hint of forced smile on his face.

Atal didn't know if Junming would be willing to sign a work consent form for him three days after their wedding.

If Junming disagrees, Atar will have no chance to pursue a military career.

With a sigh, Atal stopped thinking about it. There was still time; he should focus on the task at hand.

Jun Ming noticed that Atar was preoccupied, with anxiety in his eyes and brows, but since Atar didn't speak, Jun Ming didn't ask.

Junming hoped that Atal would take the initiative to speak.

Junming and Atar, one an insect occupying one side of the sofa, each doing their own thing, but there was no awkward atmosphere at all, only a peaceful and pleasant feeling.

Junming is looking for the best shopping mall.

He noticed that Atal's recent loungewear was all very plain, and figured that his two small suitcases probably couldn't hold many clothes.

Atal probably has the most of all military uniforms.

So Jun thought he should take Atal to the mall to buy some clothes.

Anyway, Junming has plenty of money.

Although the monthly subsidy for a Grade B male insect is not much, the Male Protection Association gave him a lot of compensation to express their apology for Jun Ming being stranded outside, in addition to the subsidies that had not been paid for the previous twenty years.

Junming's assets are still quite considerable.

Furthermore, Atal's savings were also transferred to his name. Although Jun Ming did not intend to use Atal's assets, he could not defy the laws of the Empire and the assets were automatically transferred when the two established their relationship.

Even so, Junming still properly categorized and stored the items, planning to transfer them back to Atar when the opportunity arose.

Atal silently read the manual, while Junming selected a shopping mall with many positive reviews.

Time flies.

DunDun couldn't help but remind them from the side, "You two master insects, it's time to prepare lunch."

"If you don't want to cook it yourself, you can give the recipe to Dundun, and Dundun will control the machine to cook it."

Dundun enthusiastically promoted its diverse functions from the side.

"No."

Jun Ming patted Dun Dun's chubby head.

"I'll be right there..."

Before he could finish speaking, Atal interrupted him.

"My lord, let me cook lunch."

"Your Majesty, just wait and see, you'll also get to taste my cooking."

Atal put down his personal terminal and volunteered himself.

"We can't just let the male master go to the kitchen; he has to give me a chance to show off too."

Atar nervously twisted his fingers as he spoke.

"Of course!"

"I also want to try what it's like to cook something you got an A in a cooking class."

Seeing that Atal had stood up, Jun Ming did not get up again, but sat comfortably on the sofa.

Atal received an affirmative answer, smiled at Jun Ming, and then asked:

"Does the ruler have any dietary restrictions?"

Jun Ming shook his head.

"no."

"I'm not picky, I can accept anything."

On Earth, during the most difficult times, we even ate raw meat.

Therefore, Junming can eat anything, but in order to survive, he can only discard useless things and pick and choose.

"Then the mighty lord will wait here for a while."

Atal turned and went to the kitchen.

A short while later, various noises could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Everything was orderly and calm.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jun Ming got up and walked to the kitchen doorway, leaning against the door frame and quietly watching Atar cook.

Atal was wearing a pink apron with lace trim, and was seriously handling the ingredients in his hands.

It's truly a feast for the eyes.

Noticing the male insect watching him from the doorway, Atar steadied himself. This was his first time showcasing his culinary skills, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

The two of them worked together, one watching and the other doing, and lunch was ready in no time.

"My lord, please have a taste."

Jun Ming took a seat, and Atar followed suit.

Atal's cooking had a unique Zerg flavor; it was a bit strange, but still very delicious.

Jun Ming narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"What does the powerful ruler think?"

Atal asked nervously.

"Atar, you are truly amazing."

"I never expected such a thing to be done."

Hearing this, Atar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as the ruler is happy."

Atal's cooking was delicious, and the portion size was just right.

After finishing his meal, Junming wanted to lie down on the sofa.

After all, back on Earth, I was always on guard against potential dangers, and it had been a long time since I had such a carefree time.

Jun Ming leaned back on the sofa, stretching his legs out to reveal a smooth ankle bone.

I was swaying back and forth on the sofa, feeling drowsy.

Seeing Jun Ming's languid appearance, Atal went upstairs to get a thin blanket, intending to cover Jun Ming with it.

Atar approached with the blanket, and just as he was about to drape it over Junming, he saw a long, bright whip mark on a small section of Junming's exposed calf.

"My lord! Your leg!"

Atal was so frightened that he dropped the blanket in his hand.

Jun Ming was also jolted awake from his drowsy state by this exclamation.

"DunDun, quickly bring the first-aid kit over."

Atar shouted to Dundun.

Dundun quickly found the medicine box and handed it to Atar.

Atal opened the medicine box, knelt on one knee in front of Jun Ming, and carefully rolled up Jun Ming's trouser leg.

As the trouser leg was rolled up, the whip mark gradually became fully visible to Atar.

Although the whip marks were not dark in color, only reddish, they were swollen and almost as wide as an index finger.

Atar was so frightened that his hands were trembling.

The male insect was injured again in front of him.

Atal hurriedly found some anti-inflammatory and analgesic ointment and carefully applied it to the wound little by little with a cotton swab.

She was afraid that she might accidentally hurt Jun Ming.

Seeing Atal's actions, Jun Ming remembered that he hadn't paid any attention to the wound after testing the whip on his calf the night before.

When I looked at it today, I found it was swollen.

Seeing that Atal had finished applying the medicine, Jun Ming reached out his hand, wanting to help Atal up.

"It's nothing serious, just an accidental bump."

"Atal, get up quickly."

After confirming that no wounds had been missed, Atar stood up with Jun Ming's help.

"My lord, you should go to the hospital to get checked out."