Transmigrating to the Zerg: The Aloof Major General is my Female Monarch Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The First Meeting

Ding-dong—

Yan Mo heard the doorbell and sent Xiao Yuan to answer it. “That should be the ingredients I ordered.”

He had been living in Lan Ze’s home for several days. After realizing the Major General wasn’t coming back, he had settled into a comfortable routine.

After registering his new identity, the Male Protection Association had deposited twenty years’ worth of backdated Male subsidies into his account, with more to follow monthly.

Looking at the string of zeros in his balance, Yan Mo marveled at how privileged Males were. The subsidies alone were enough to ensure he never had to work a day in his life.

Since the nutrient solutions were unbearable, he had started ordering ingredients and cooking for himself. Zerg ingredients were diverse—strange vegetables and fruits, and meat from exotic interstellar beasts.

He had found that the food wasn’t bad at all, so he made a habit of cooking every day.

Just as he was plating a batch of interstellar braised pork, he heard someone enter.

It was Lan Ze.

This was the first time Yan Mo had seen him in person, though he had watched countless videos of him on the Star Net. Lan Ze was undeniably handsome, even by Zerg standards.

Dressed in a crisp uniform, Lan Ze looked distant and aloof. Seeing Yan Mo in an apron, holding a plate of food, a flash of genuine shock crossed his eyes.

For a noble Male to be in a kitchen, wearing an apron and cooking, was unheard of. Cooking for Males was a standard duty for Females; even if they lived on nutrient sludge themselves, they were expected to master the culinary arts to serve their future Masters.

Yan Mo recovered quickly and set the plate on the table. “Major General Lan Ze?”

Lan Ze masked his surprise. “Yes, Lord.”

He had ignored the Male for days and had come prepared for a storm of fury. But instead of being berated or whipped, the Lord simply waved him over.

“Have you eaten yet, Major General? I’ve made a few dishes. Why don’t we eat and talk?”

Lan Ze looked at him with suspicion. This was not what he had expected. He had hoped his absence would provoke the Lord into demanding a new guardian. He could handle a whipping or a fine; what he couldn’t handle was being forced to marry a Male and spend his life begging for mercy under a lash.

He sat down across from Yan Mo, staring at him intensely.

“Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?” Yan Mo asked, feeling self-conscious.

“No. Forgive my rudeness, Lord,” Lan Ze replied.