Jiang Ziyue had no choice but to accept his proposal, although he had a more important personal matter to deal with at this time.

According to the custom of most Chinese visiting the sick, Jiang Ziyue bought a bag of fresh fruit and went to the soldiers' barracks at the military headquarters.

The soldiers who were transferred to the defense headquarters of the new Roman Empire, unlike the soldiers of the fleet stationed on the planet "Iserlon", were often in combat readiness. They lived in barracks built like villas. The barracks in the capital are not as modern as the military apartments of the planet "Iserlon", but small western-style buildings built in the European style, but each building has a different appearance and has its own characteristics. Every three soldiers live in a two-story building, and every ten small buildings form a unit, arranged in a "concave" shape, and the middle field can be used for intensive training and daily outdoor activities.

Jiang Ziyue found Dana in those buildings with many styles? Kira? Pontick's house.

Dana lay weakly on the bed in her room, unable to express her gratitude for the arrival of her old friend and current superior. But for Jiang Ziyue actually sending fruit, she still showed a rather strange expression.

It's just that Jiang Ziyue didn't care, and asked with concern: "Have you seen a doctor?" ”

"The doctor said it was a cold."

Even if we were to travel faster than the speed of light, humans could cross hundreds or thousands of astronomical units in a second, but they would still be helpless against a cold. In this era, the spread of human cancer tumor cells is not a serious problem, but the cold is still incurable - all medical means and medicines play the same role as thousands of years ago, only to reduce the symptoms of colds.

However, with the popularization of the health concept of natural environmental protection and the improvement of human quality, there are almost no large-scale outbreaks of influenzas. It's just that people like Dana who come from the "Taiji" planet are prone to illness when they come to a planet similar to the Earth. Because the day and night of the planet "Tai Chi" are always distinct, she has lived in a world without night since she was a child, and according to the so-called evening break, it is nothing more than in a dark room. The temperature difference caused by the normal planetary cycle of day and night and the effect on the biological clock make her body always very uncomfortable.

In fact, as early as the planet "Iserron", she often suffered from wind chills and other minor ailments, and it has been a year since she came to "New Byzantium", and the situation has improved a lot.

"Did the doctor prescribe the medicine?" Jiang Ziyue asked.

"No, she said she would recover with a two-day break. Today is a lot better, yesterday I didn't even have the strength to speak. ”

"Tomorrow is the weekend, you have a good rest. If it doesn't work, just ask for leave, I'll approve it anyway. Jiang Ziyue said with a smile.

Dana smiled and said, "Sir, how happy you are to be your subordinate." ”

"Hehe, there is no reason not to approve sick leave."

"Sir, I really didn't expect to work with you. I was surprised and surprised that day when the head of the department announced that you would take over as section chief. ”

"I didn't expect that either. Actually, I never thought that one day I would be transferred to the military department. Jiang Ziyue himself was surprised.

"Now, you've worked on the Frontier Fleet, the Central Fleet, and the Ass Fleet."

Jiang Ziyue was taken aback this time, he didn't expect the other party to remember the "ass fleet" a long time ago, so he had to let out an embarrassed smile and justify himself: "This can be regarded as a perfect military career." ”

Dana smiled with some satisfaction when she saw his embarrassment.

But Jiang Ziyue quickly got up and was about to leave: "Okay, I won't disturb your rest, I have to go." ”

"You're leaving so soon?" Dana looked a little lost.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to pick up a friend at the spaceport." Jiang Ziyue said apologetically, "If there is anything, you can call me, goodbye." ”

When Jiang Ziyue was about to leave, Dana stopped him:

"Sir."

"Anything else?"

"Was that bag of fruit a gift?"

"......" Jiang Ziyue looked at the young female comrade-in-arms strangely, and hurriedly said: "I originally wanted to buy flowers, but we are all used to sending fresh fruits to patients." ”

"Thank you." Dana was grateful, but then she said expectantly, "I like tulips, preferably golden yellow." ”

Jiang Ziyue immediately understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you tulips next time." You've got to get some rest, goodbye. ”

Receiving a satisfactory reply, Dana also happily said, "Goodbye." ”

Leaving the barracks of the soldiers of the military department, Jiang Ziyue immediately stopped a taxi and went straight to the Kyushu Aerospace Airport, the largest public spaceport in New Byzantium.

A young woman from the planet "New Mecca" has been waiting for a long time in her seat at the passenger exit.

She wore a black gown with her head covered and dressed in a typical Muslim woman's attire. However, the conservative clothing did not completely hide the youthful atmosphere, and a pair of eyes under the headscarf shimmered like black pearls.

This girl is Omar, who was killed in the "Void Temple Hijacking Incident" on the planet "Taiji" in 918? Azai's sister, Fatoume? Azai. Fatoume graduated from the Planetary Islamic Women's University in New Mecca and just happened to get a job at the Euphrates Halal Hotel, the largest halal hotel on the planet New Byzantium. Because his brother's former commander Jiang Yue promised in a letter of condolence for the death that he could ask him for help if he was in trouble, Fatumei contacted Jiang Ziyue before he came, hoping that he could rent a house at Jiang Ziyue's house for a while.

Jiang Ziyue had no way or reason to refuse, because he had already made a promise before, not to mention that the Euphrates Halal Hotel was very close to his home. And her parents also welcomed her, especially Jiang Xiaoqi, her husband has gone to work on the distant planet "New Rhine", and there are many women in the family, which is a good thing for her.

Jiang Ziyue originally asked Fatumei to take the remaining space plane to Bailin Community, but Fatumei missed the flight and flew to the "Kyushu" airport instead. Of course, Jiang Ziyue had nothing to complain about, so she had to rush to pick her up as soon as possible, and even the audit class of the fleet commander of the War University after work today was delayed.

Fatumei, dressed as a Muslim, is very conspicuous in the endless flow of people, coupled with the mobile communication function of the personal comprehensive information card, Jiang Ziyue easily found Fatumei who was waiting silently.

Seeing Fatumei, Jiang Ziyue hurriedly explained: "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting, my friend is sick, so I delayed for some time." ”

Fatumi also hurriedly said, "It's okay. I'm sorry for the trouble coming here. I was stupid enough to mishear the flight to the Bailin community. ”

Just as she spoke, there was a nervous glint in her eyes, but just for a moment, even Jiang Ziyue, who was looking at her, didn't notice it. She had not misheard the flight at all, and it was impossible for a university graduate to mishear even the Arabic spoken by her own people. Her transfer from the space station to the public airfield was for another purpose, the only way for her to reach the planet "New Byzantium".

"Let's go, my mom is already preparing dinner at home."

"Does my aunt make dinner?"

Fatumme asked, surprised. In this era, there are very few people who cook by themselves. To be precise, people with cooking ability are no longer common, and automated kitchenware and highly intelligent robot nannies have done all the daily chores for people in one stop. Cooking and laundry has long been transformed into a high-level handicraft, and being able to cook and cook is no longer a basic survival skill, but an artistic means to be proud of and boast about! People who can cook good food are often regarded as artists by those around them.

"She has a short working time, a lot of free time, and she doesn't like things cooked with automatic kitchenware, so she cooks by herself." Jiang Ziyue's content is very ordinary, but his tone is quite proud, there is a mother who can cook, and his face can shine as a son.

"That's really exciting, I hope to see my aunt soon." Fatumi's words were not agitated, and his tone seemed rather ordinary.

Jiang Ziyue brought Fatumei to his home in the Bailin community, and this was the third time he had brought a girl to his home. However, the first Dana was just by chance, and this time Fatumi asked for it. However, for these two girls, Jiang Ziyue was just enthusiastic about helping. Only at the end of the previous year, I took Lota home, and my heart was for the purpose of taking her to meet her parents. It's a pity that providence makes people, and Lota is no longer there.

Mother Jiang Xiaoqi was completely immersed in the kitchen after work, busy with the art of cooking, and when her son arrived with guests, the aroma of ham had already wafted out of the kitchen.

After inviting Fatumei to the living room, Jiang Ziyue hurriedly rushed into the kitchen.

"Mom, what did you cook?" Jiang Ziyue hurriedly asked.

"Smoked red wine cured ham. Lotta's favorite food. ”

The mother, who was busy chopping vegetables, blurted out. But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately stopped what he was doing. Only then did she realize that her daughter-in-law had been dead for a few months, but when she cooked by herself, she thought that her daughter-in-law was still there.

Mother's words suddenly aroused Jiang Ziyue's inner thoughts and pain, and he silently looked at the fragrant and delicious smoked ham that had just been brought out of the oven, and said heavily:

"Mom, Lota will be glad to have your prosciutto."

"I'm sorry, son. I'm old and faint. Jiang Xiaoqi hurriedly apologized to her son.

"No, it's okay, Mom." Jiang Ziyue returned to normalcy and said solemnly: "I'm afraid we will have to make some changes in our eating habits in the future." What kind of oil is this......"

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of oil on the kitchen shelf and read it according to the brand: "Bajie brand pure natural lard? Mom, do you put this kind of oil in all dishes? ”

"yes, what's wrong?" Mother asked, puzzled.

"Oh......" Jiang Ziyue couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his forehead.

"Mom, I told you that Fatoume is a Muslim, and we have to cook halal food, wine, lard, pork...... Anything about the pig cannot be put on the table. ”

"Oh, my God......" Mother Jiang Xiaoqi's face immediately showed a look of despair, today's dinner is going to be cooked again.