Chapter 1444: When the Canned Food is Made, Let the Fengqi Try it First

Xiuluo Holy Star, Yingzhou's study.

Yingzhou sat before the desk, with the latest report sent by the Sons of the People Chapter spread out in front of him.

The Orc captives from Iron Tooth Star had all been transferred to their respective target planets, and the farms and canning factories were currently under construction.

Yingzhou finished reading the last page and leaned back against the chair.

"One month, the Engineering Team says they can finish building the farms and canning factories in one month."

Guilliman sat opposite him, holding a Data Pad in his hand.

"Father, it is the Engineering Team sent by Perturabo. Engineer Miyier is leading the team, and his subordinates are all veteran workers who have followed Perturabo for many years. Their efficiency is high, their experience is sufficient, and the equipment is also the best; one month is enough."

The corners of Yingzhou's mouth lifted slightly.

"Perturabo, a professional civil engineer; it really has to be Perturabo and Dorn."

Guilliman also smiled.

"Father, if Perturabo heard you praising him like this, he would certainly say 'it was just something I did in passing,' but inside, he would surely be very happy."

Yingzhou waved his hand.

"He would only say 'such a small matter is not worth praising.' Alright, let's not talk about him. The construction progress has accelerated; besides the professionalism of the Engineering Team, what other reasons are there?"

Guilliman pulled up the data.

"Orc labor. Six hundred thousand Orcs, with fifty thousand strong males responsible for heavy physical labor, and the rest responsible for transport and cleaning. They do not need rest; as long as they are given a bite to eat, they can keep working. Engineer Miyier said in the report that the Orcs work faster than machines and do not know what fatigue is."

Yingzhou nodded.

"Alien labor is indeed useful. But do not affect the quality of the meat; do not put the cart before the horse. That would be troublesome."

Guilliman recorded this.

"Understood, Father. After the processing plant is built and the first batch of products comes out, do you have any plans?"

Yingzhou thought for a moment and spoke.

"First, let the Fengqi try it. After they finish eating, observe them for a few days to see if there are any adverse reactions. If there are none, send it to the Iron Hands laboratory for detailed testing. Nutritional content, harmful substances, and microbial indicators must all be tested. Only after everything is qualified can it flow into the civilian market of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance."

Guilliman said.

"Father is thoughtful. Food safety in the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance cannot be taken lightly."

"Therefore, the testing must be strict."

Guilliman nodded.

"Understood. I will notify Engineer Miyier that after the first batch of products comes out, they should first be given to the Fengqi to try, and at the same time, I will arrange for the laboratory to prepare for testing."

Yingzhou leaned back against the chair.

"Go, attend to your affairs."

Guilliman stood up and bowed slightly.

"Father, I will take my leave."

Yingzhou waved his hand.

Guilliman turned and walked toward the door.

He pushed the door open, walked out of the study, and headed along the corridor toward the outside of the Primarch Residential Area.

Landscape paintings by Fulgrim hung on the corridor walls. Guilliman turned a corner and saw a figure crouching at the corner of the hallway.

A black turtleneck sweater, black trousers; the person was huddled in the corner of the wall, revealing only half a head and two eyes.

Curze? What is he hiding there for?

Guilliman stopped his steps.

"Curze? What are you doing here?"

Curze turned his head, saw Guilliman, and stood up, feigning composure.

"Guilliman, nothing, just... passing by."

Guilliman looked at him.

"Passing by? You are crouching in the corner of the wall passing by?"

Curze lowered his head and told the truth.

"I... I am hiding from Xiaoxiner."

Guilliman raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"Hiding from Xiaoxiner? What happened to her? Did she cause trouble again?"

Curze shook his head.

"Not that. It's just that after returning from the Daikong Star Alliance, Mother put her under house arrest and won't let her go out. She was bored and suddenly became obsessed with cooking."

Guilliman rubbed his chin with his right hand.

"Cooking? That's a good thing. Why hide?"

Hearing Guilliman say this, Curze's face turned a bit pale.

"Guilliman, you haven't eaten the things she makes. That taste... is very stimulating. Last time she made a cake, Fulgrim took one bite, his face turned green, and he stubbornly insisted it was 'delicious.' Angron said it wasn't poisonous, just that the taste was a bit stimulating. Only Leman Russ ate it with relish; I don't know what his sense of taste is structured like.

But Xiaoxiner is very serious. She studies new recipes every day and even says she wants to make 'a delicacy that will make her brothers shed tears.' Yesterday she told me she was going to make me dessert today. I... I really don't want to eat it."

The corner of Guilliman's mouth twitched.

"So you are hiding here?"

Curze nodded.

"I know this isn't right, Guilliman. Can you help me tell her that I have something to do today and am not at home?"

Guilliman looked at him.

"Curze, you are a Primarch, the son of the Emperor. You aren't afraid of Aliens on the battlefield, yet you are afraid of a dessert made by a little girl?"

Curze lowered his head.

"I am... I am just cherishing my sense of taste."

Guilliman smiled and patted Curze on the shoulder.

"Curze, you can run from the first day of the month, but you can't run from the fifteenth. You know what Xiaoxiner's personality is like."

Curze's face turned even paler.

"Then... then what should I do?"

Guilliman shrugged and said.

"For this question alone, I have no answer for you."

Curze remained in Silence for a long time.

"Guilliman, did you also hide before?"

Guilliman's expression stiffened.

"No, that was... a strategic retreat, yes, a strategic retreat."

Without waiting for Curze to answer, Guilliman turned and walked around the corner.

"That... Curze, I have other things to do, good luck on your own."

Just as Guilliman turned and walked around the corner, his footsteps stopped.

Because someone was standing in front of him.

Yingxin was wearing a light purple hoodie and khaki cargo pants, her hair tied in a ponytail, holding a tray in her hands.

On the tray sat a porcelain bowl, with a small saucer covering the top of the bowl.

Her face was still stained with flour, there was a bit of white powder on the tip of her nose, her eyes were sparkling, and there was a smile on her lips.

"Brother Guilliman!"

Guilliman looked at the tray, and looked at the porcelain bowl covered by the saucer.

"Xiaoxiner, why are you here? Aren't you in confinement?"

Yingxin pouted and said.

"Mom said I can move around in the Primarch Residential Area, just not go outside. I made dessert in the kitchen and wanted to find Brother Curze to try it."

She tilted her head to look behind Guilliman.

"Brother Guilliman, have you seen Brother Curze? I've been looking for him for ages."

Guilliman looked back at the corner, where Curze was squatting in the corner, shaking his head desperately.

Guilliman turned his head back and looked at Yingxin.

"Haven't seen him."

Yingxin sighed.

"Strange, where did Brother Curze go? I even specially made dessert for him."

She looked down at the tray and touched the side of the bowl with her hand.

"It's still hot; if I can't find anyone now, it won't taste good once it gets cold."

Guilliman looked at the bowl and could smell a strange odor, radiating a terrifying aura.

Yingxin looked up at Guilliman.

"Brother Guilliman, if you can't find Brother Curze, then you eat it."

Guilliman's expression froze, and he glanced toward the corner.

The expression on Curze's face changed from nervousness to schadenfreude.

The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he was laughing silently.

Guilliman's fists clenched.

This guy...