Xia Chujian really wanted them back.
But when she thought about making someone space warp a Bat-style Fighter Jet from one planet to another just for a few meat buns in the food box, it seemed far too wasteful.
So Xia Chujian did not do that.
She merely sent Huo Yushen a message.
Xia Chujian: Marshal Huo, there are still a few meat buns in my electronic food box. Remember to finish them, or they'll spoil.
The electronic food box could keep food warm, but not fresh. It certainly could not keep those meat buns from going bad! By the time Huo Yushen saw the message, it was already dawn on Beichen Star and evening on Guiyuan Star.
He had worked through the night, preparing the agenda for today's High-Level Joint Meeting, as well as the Troop Stockpiling and War Preparation Plan.
He was just getting hungry.
When he saw Xia Chujian's message, he silently set down the Advanced Nutrient Solution he had been about to drink, returned home, entered his private Bat-style Fighter Jet in the hangar, and took the electronic food box from its refrigerator.
Sure enough, there were still more than a dozen meat buns inside.
Huo Yushen did not even get out of the fighter jet. He used its heating equipment to warm the meat buns, then sat alone inside the jet and began to eat.
This time, he ate eight meat buns in one go before finally feeling satisfied.
Good food could soothe anxious emotions at any time.
Huo Yushen had always possessed strong emotional control, but because of the East Tianyuan God Country, he had still felt an unusual trace of anxiety.
Yet the moment those eight meat buns entered his mouth, that anxiety vanished completely, like dew on spring morning grass tips evaporating