Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Now that he knew this person was related to Mr. Barlow, Chu Muxi definitely could not leave.

The two of them found a seat and sat down. After all, they were there to eat. Chu Muxi casually ordered two desserts.

“Anything else?”

“No, just these two.”

Abel nodded heavily and happily ran into the kitchen behind.

Lu Junzhi said in a deep voice, “Do you doubt him?”

“Maybe it’s really a coincidence.” Chu Muxi propped up his chin. “But even if it’s a coincidence, now that we’ve encountered it, we have to figure it out. Aren’t you always looking for that mecha master?” Chu Muxi blinked. “Speaking of which, what do you want him to do? Do you want him to make you a new mecha?”

“Deep Space Fleet.” Lu Junzhi took a sip of water and said, “Military Department. A new type of mecha is being produced in secret, but only for the fifth army, excluding the deep space fleet.”

Chunjun had already much powerful than a lot of the empire’s mecha.

If the Deep Space Fleet all had Chunjun.

Neither the royal family nor the military or parliament would allow this to happen.

“You want Master Luo to make special mechas for the Deep Space Fleet, but I heard that Master Luo doesn’t seem to like being fixed in a certain place. He just likes to live in seclusion and be free.” Chu Muxi recalled the relevant content in his memory.

Lu Junzhi nodded, “Yes, we have been looking for him for a long time, and the last news we got is that the man appeared in the Central Star.”

“Central Star.” Chu Muxi repeated these two words.

He looked into Lu Junzhi’s eyes and felt a little impulsive to reveal Mr. Barlow’s identity.

“You can eat.” Suddenly someone interrupted their conversation.

Abel came out with the desserts they ordered and placed the cakes in front of them.

He said with a smile, “Try it.”

“Thank you.” Chu Muxi picked up the fork, forked a piece and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up. “Hmm! It’s delicious!”

It tasted really good, similar to what Mr. Barlow made.

Chu Muxi himself was also talented in cooking food. He could eat well, and Abel’s craftsmanship was also very good.

“By the way, Abel.” Chu Muxi stood up and sat next to Lu Junzhi.

He motioned for Abel to sit down opposite.

Abel didn’t know why, but he still followed the guest’s instructions and sat down opposite.

“I want to ask you a question. Did you make Chunjun with Master Luo?”

“…Yes, yes.” Abel nodded.

Chu Muxi smiled and said, “Well, Master Luo should have told you that you shouldn’t tell others about this easily, right?”

“But it’s just you.” Abel looked confused.

Chu Muxi’s smile became deeper and deeper. “Even if it’s Lu Junzhi himself, Master Luo should tell you not to tell others, right?”

Abel hesitated for a moment, but nodded honestly, “Yes.”

Chu Muxi turned around to look at Lu Junzhi. Lu Junzhi held his hand and nodded slightly at him.

Chu Muxi then continued to ask Abel, “So Abel, since Master Luo has told you not to tell others about your making of Chunjun, not even Lu Junzhi himself. I don’t think you are the kind of person who can keep a promise.”

Abel’s expression became a little embarrassed, as if Chu Muxi had said it right.

He wasn’t very good at lying to begin with, ever since he took the initiative to reveal Lu Junzhi’s identity.

Chu Muxi found that every time he answered him, his eyes would look to the side unconsciously.

It was as if he was avoiding meeting other people’s eyes, but he still insisted on answering all the questions.

Chu Muxi smiled slyly, like a little fox. Then he asked, “Tell me, is there someone hiding in your kitchen – or should I say, a mermaid?”