Picking up the tabby cat that had climbed onto the kitchen counter, Renault grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee, then grabbed a bottle of milk for the sleepy RFB and her companions.
Fresh, probably collected by MG3 during the day.
Renault didn't send these meat, eggs, and dairy products to Gentiane's side, after all, only the farm in the vertical farm used bacteria carpet as a substrate for growing vegetables and fruits.
Neither Simonov's wheat nor the items raised by MG3 had touched that bacteria carpet stuff.
Renault hadn't found time to experiment with those animals either; after all, he had been busy with the spaceship, and hadn't had time for this.
"Uh, why is it milk? I wanted to drink cola." Seeing Renault take out only the milk produced on the family farm from the refrigerator, G11 and Maria immediately pouted. They didn't really like the taste of fresh milk.
"Why drink cola so late at night, and besides, there isn't any in the fridge, did you two already drink it all?" Renault said, then opened the kitchen cupboard and looked inside, but the snacks were also gone.
Didn't they just buy a lot of snacks a while ago?
But it had been almost half a month, and with more people at home, the consumption of these snacks had skyrocketed.
"Uh, it must have been collected by G36, no wonder RFB ran away!"
Hearing Renault's words, Maria also lay helplessly on the table. She had just finished a night shift with Renault, moving all the lower hull components to their designated locations, which had made them feel a bit tired.
Renault shrugged. Since it was done by G36, he wouldn't say anything. Most likely, these little guys often snuck out of the dorm at night to eat.
Although there were no drinks or snacks in the fridge, there were some washed strawberries.
Seeing this, Renault simply cut up the strawberries, added some sugar to the pot, and cooked them into strawberry sauce, then poured the same cooked milk into it.
"Wow... can this really be drunk?" G11 and Maria, who had seen the whole process of Renault cooking, looked at each other, unable to help but doubt the large cup of milk with a pinkish hue in front of them.
If they hadn't seen how Renault made it, they might have thought the strawberry milk was delicious, but they had seen it with their own eyes. Renault just casually cut the strawberries, casually added two spoons of sugar, and then casually stirred in the pot...
That careless action seemed to have nothing to do with cooking... G36 and the others were much more meticulous when cooking!
"Huh? What's wrong with it?"
Renault looked at the two of them holding their cups, raised his eyebrows strangely, what was the problem? Just ordinary strawberry milk, the shortcut for uniforms to deal with little ghost heads who don't like to drink milk.
The two of them pursed their lips, cautiously took a sip, and then immediately widened their eyes, tilting their heads back to gulp it down. There was no trace of the disgusted expression from earlier.
If they hadn't just seen the empty fridge, they would have asked Renault for another cup.
Watching the two little guys leave the dining room, Renault scratched his chin.
He had originally wanted to mention to Maria about Sangvis creating another Destroyer, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
What's the use of telling her?
Moreover, Maria might already know about this. The data transmission method of Sangvis Ferri dolls existed in her neural cloud.
As long as Maria wasn't too stupid, with a little thought, she would immediately think of this. And Maria, up to now, had never mentioned returning to Sangvis. She probably guessed the situation on Sangvis's side and didn't want to go back to face it.
"Meow!"
The tabby cat that Renault had just moved from the counter now came to Renault's feet, meowing and looking at the bottle of milk left on the counter.
"Huh? Forget about the milk, there's plenty of cat food." Hopefully, G36 wouldn't put away the cat food just because someone was sneaking around at night to eat.
After giving the tabby cat some cat food, Renault returned to the underground, having already moved all the main components over, and now, with no one to bother him, he quickly welded those things together.
It was only two in the morning, still within his working hours.
...
"Thompson, what are you drinking?"
Seeing the bottle of brown liquid in Thompson's hand, Nagant revolver asked curiously.
There didn't seem to be this kind of thing in the base's warehouse, right?
They didn't bring back this kind of thing when they went to the city to collect resources, did they?
"Huh? I don't know either. It was sent by that commander named Renault, and there's nothing written on it, but it smells a bit like alcohol, probably some kind of beverage."
"Alcohol? Uh, aren't we on a mission right now? It's not a good idea to drink alcohol at this time, right...?" FN-49 said with some concern.
"It's fine, just a few sips won't affect the battle, besides, dolls can't get drunk!" Thompson said confidently, but her tone sounded like she was deceiving a child.
Hearing Thompson's words, Nagant revolver scratched her head.
This was probably the confidence of elite dolls, but it really didn't matter, after all, they were just out searching for Sangvis Ferri's traces.
After finding Sangvis's trace, they would then decide whether to attack directly or wait for further support from Commander Gentiane, or even retreat.
But after the three dolls and four dummy dolls team had been walking for several hours since leaving the base, they still hadn't found any traces of Sangvis.
Nagant revolver was beginning to suspect whether SF units had really broken through the blockade.
"I wonder if there's any more specific information from headquarters. How long will it take to encounter Sangvis at this rate?" Nagant revolver sighed and adjusted to the feeling of controlling the dummy dolls while scanning the surroundings.
Clang!
"Who's there!" Just as she was speaking, a small piece of rubble on the right suddenly made a noise, as if something was drilling out from underneath it.
A doll wearing a red hat, upon seeing Nagant revolver and the others, crawled out from among the rubble, covered in dust, obviously having hidden in the ruins for quite some time.
"Um... sorry, are you from Griffin's team?"