Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 1199: Marula (noun)
Originally, Lin Lan thought that the "Wan La" that Fushun said was an interjection.

But what he never expected was that when he hurried to the kitchen and looked at the "red soup" glutinous rice balls sprinkled with chili powder in the pot, he realized that the "wanla" in Fushun was a noun.

"Huhaha... Commander..."

In the kitchen, apart from the pot of spicy meatballs, what caught his attention more was the little dragon girl with long sky-blue hair, who was lying on Ning Hai's thighs with a blushing face.

It was the petite destroyer girl from his Donghuang camp, Long Wu.

Long Wu, who was always reserved, was obviously intoxicated by the bowl of fermented glutinous rice. He raised his hand and smiled happily at him:
"Hey... Commander~ Everyone~ Welcome home...

"Have a try of the dumplings Long Wu prepared specially for you, Commander..."

Lin Lan put Ping Hai down, walked forward with heartache to squat in front of Ning Hai and Long Wu, and picked up Long Wu's soft body.

"Sniff sniff..."

At this moment, Long Wu seemed to have completely opened his heart due to the alcohol. After sniffing him in his arms for a while, he pecked him on the face unexpectedly, then snuggled up to him and acted coquettishly.

Long Wu's uncharacteristic behavior made Kirov and other Northern Alliance ship girls rub their eyes in disbelief.

"Harbin, how could Long Wu be so drunk by a bowl of fermented glutinous rice? Isn't fermented glutinous rice a sweet food for children?"

Kirov asked Harbin quietly, but got Harbin's helpless reply:
“Long Wu is a person who gets drunk easily when she touches alcohol, so everyone in Donghuang, apart from using cooking wine, will let Long Wu avoid any alcoholic products used in cooking.

"Whenever he gets drunk, Long Wu will add an excessive amount of chili peppers when cooking... Yes, that's what's in the pot now."

After listening to Harbin's explanation, Lingmin seemed to recall something, and asked with wide eyes:

"Guwa! Then were the spicy spring rolls served at the Hong Kong Spring Festival a few years ago also..."

"It was Fushun who did it."

Without waiting for Lingmin to finish, Anshan spoke with great certainty.

"?"

Fushun, who was discussing with Taiyuan how to write a letter of self-criticism, suddenly had a face full of question marks and opened his eyes wide when he heard this.

And Ying Rui seemed to realize something, and stroked Fu Shun's head with a smile, and said to several Northern Alliance companions:
"That's right, the spicy spring rolls during the Spring Festival were a prank from Fushun, not made by Sister Longwu."

"???"

Fushun, who was inexplicably blamed, was about to retort, but was glared at by his sister Anshan, and swallowed the words back.

Lin Lan also heard the conversation between several ship girls and immediately burst out laughing.

In fact, he knew that the spring rolls that Spring Festival were the "masterpiece" of Long Wu in his arms.

Originally, he should have kept an eye on Long Wu and prevented him from going to the kitchen.

But because the drunken crabs were so delicious, he was distracted for a while after eating with Long Wu, which led to Long Wu, who was drunk from the drunken crabs, sneaking into the kitchen.

It seems that the Northern Alliance ship girls were also victims of that accident.

Of course, Anshan and several Donghuang ship girls had to cover up his dereliction of duty and the negligence of the Donghuang camp.

"Hey, Commander, looks like we need to make the dumplings again."

Ning Hai saw that Long Wu was not seriously injured, so he looked at the red glutinous rice balls in the pot and said with great distress:

"It's such a waste to throw away these dumplings, but I don't know how much chili Sister Long Wu put in..."

Lin Lan knew that as a model of thrifty ship girl, it made Ning Hai feel guilty to let her watch so many dumplings being thrown away.

But as Ning Hai said, even he couldn't guarantee that he could finish this pot of glutinous rice balls that looked extraordinary.

He still remembered the green peppers that Lord Dragon God Shimanto of Sakura Empire gave him to eat. The seeds were obtained from the Donghuang ship girls.

Fortunately, the lovely little dragon girl Long Wu only invited him to eat dumplings at the beginning. After being picked up by him, she hugged him and fell asleep like a sloth.

Otherwise, even if it cost him his life, he would have to eat this pot of "Wala" in order not to disappoint Long Wu.

Just when Lin Lan and Ning Hai were having trouble figuring out what to do with the dumplings, Miss D and the tracker came over curiously.

"Dad, if you can't eat spicy food, leave it to me." The slender white-haired chaser with twin ponytails looked at the dumplings in the pot with burning eyes and gave Lin Lan a provocative smile.

"You? Are you sure?"

Seeing that the pursuer was so reckless and dared to challenge the food made by the drunk Long Wu, Lin Lan grabbed Ning Hai who wanted to dissuade him.

He really wanted to see if Long Wu's perverted spicy food could exceed the threshold of the executor's taste system.

"I'm sure, leave it to me!"

After the pursuer finished speaking, Lin Lan had an expression of watching a good show on his face, and he held Long Wu and moved away.

Seeing that Miss D didn't seem to be planning to come forward, he couldn't help but laugh and tease:

"Why don't you try it together?"

"Me? I'll wait for the tracker to finish eating first."

Miss D looked at the pursuer who took the spoon handed over by Ding'an and answered him.

Miss Death's words made Lin Lan silently complain in his heart. It seems that the arbitrator is indeed more mature in mind.

This girl actually knew to let the tracker test the waters first.

The tracker used a spoon to scoop a few glutinous rice balls and the soup into the bowl. Without any hesitation, he picked up the bowl and put the "Wanla" in his mouth in full view of everyone.

Such a heroic way of eating made Lin Lan instinctively think of Antiks, a middle school student in a certain experimental institution.

However, just when Lin Lan thought that the Tracker's hasty eating showed that this Executor girl could handle the red soup dumplings...

"Wow! Water, water! My taste system is going to fail!"

The next second, the pursuer seemed to have swallowed several fireballs, his face flushed and he covered his mouth and screamed.

However, the incident happened suddenly. Lin Lan and the girls beside her looked around and found that there was no cold boiled water in the kitchen.

"Is tap water okay?"

Anshan suggested, pointing at the faucet next to the cutting board, but the tracker could no longer hear anything.

The poor executor girl seemed to be feeling increasingly hot and she rolled around on the ground in agony.

"Switch the machine, Tracker. The taste system of your machine has collapsed."

Fortunately, the Breaker spoke up and reminded him in time, which made the Tracker Golden seem to have found a way out. He simply closed his eyes and lay on the ground without moving.

Obviously, the tracker transferred his main mind to other machines in the flying spiritual device and put the machine that consumed "Wala" into standby mode.

"hiss……"

For a moment, the kitchen, which had become quiet again, was filled with the sounds of Lin Lan and the girls gasping.

Even Anshan, Zhaohe and Huajia, several Donghuang ship girls, swallowed their saliva instinctively.

As for "Cat Tongue" Huanchang who couldn't eat anything spicy, his face turned pale, and he looked at Longwu who was sleeping in Lin Lan's arms with lingering fear.

Siren can still switch bodies even if she is so spicy, but if she eats the red glutinous rice balls in the pot...

Huanchang shuddered at the mere thought of it.

"Wow, this is truly Donghuang cuisine. Even a Type IV Executor's taste buds are overwhelmed by the spiciness. This is the first time I've seen this..."

Mercury Memorial Meta smacked his lips and sighed, then turned his gaze to Miss D who was trembling beside Lin Lan, and shouted playfully:

"Dace, didn't you tell the Commander to have a taste after the Tracker has finished eating? Now it's your turn~"

After the old female ghost finished speaking, everyone once again focused their attention on the arbitrator girl.

Fushun, who likes to watch the fun, also echoed the Mercury commemoration meta, and laughed at Miss D:

"That's right! We all heard it just now. The arbitration agency cannot go back on its word!"

(End of this chapter)