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Grabbing An Lun's arm, Bismarck pressed it tightly against his chest.

Big big big big!

Soft soft soft!

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing!

Of course, An Lun is not an idiot who can't read the atmosphere.

If he directly expressed his truest feelings at this time, maybe what was waiting for him next was a German-style back fall.

Moreover, An Lun really didn't have the strength to go back to the horse's gun for himself who was depleted of energy.

He just kept this posture quietly, silently waiting for Bismarck to continue.

"All in all, I'm not angry with the Commander. I'm also sorry for waking up the Commander. Commander, you'd better get some rest, I... get out of here now."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hugging the girl who turned around to leave, An Lun reached out and pointed to the casserole not far away.

"I, I just woke up when I smelled something delicious."

"Eh? Commander, didn't you wake me up?"

"Of course not." With a noncommittal smile, An Lun frowned thoughtfully: "There is the aroma of beer, and the smell of chicken...Is it Bismarck, who specially made the food for me?"

"That, that's Iron Blood's special dish...beer stewed chicken..."

Probably because of being too close to An Lun, Bismarck's face was a little hot.

"It's a dish I haven't eaten before!" Rubbing his hands expectantly, An Lun stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "I'm a little tired, can I trouble you, Bismarck, to feed me?"

"Eh? Am I... coming?"

"Now you are the only one who can feed me, right? Or, Bismarck doesn't want to do this?"

"No, Bismarck is happy to oblige, Commander!"

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and before he knew it, the panic in Bismarck's heart had lessened by half.

Seeing that An Lun became interested in the food she cooked with her own hands, she quickly jumped out of bed and took out a large piece of chicken and a large chicken leg from the casserole.

Although this was the first time Bismarck fed An Lun, it didn't matter if he had never eaten pork, at least Bismarck had seen pigs running past.

Regarding how to feed the commander, Frederick the Great demonstrated many times.

He removed a piece of chicken with a spoon, and blew several breaths on the spoon until he confirmed with his lips that there was no problem with the temperature, then Bismarck handed the spoon to An Lun's mouth.

"Commander, ah—"

"Hey..." With a smirk, he sucked the spoon that the beautiful girl handed to his mouth, and An Lun immediately chewed the chicken in his mouth contentedly.

"W-how is it, Commander, is it delicious?"

Looking at An Lun anxiously, Bismarck was not relieved until he gave himself a thumbs up.

"The chicken melts in your mouth, and the aroma of the beer is completely incorporated into the chicken."

An Lun closed his eyes, and said intoxicatedly: "It seems that the whole person is happily chasing a beautiful hen in the endless wheat field!"

"Great." Having been recognized for his cooking skills, Bismarck didn't stop, and quickly continued to deliver the chicken to An Lun's mouth: "The commander said before that I don't like drinking beer. I thought stewing chicken with beer would not suit your taste."

"How could it be?" After swallowing the chicken in one gulp, An Lun pinched Bismarck's face in a funny way: "As long as it's made by Bismarck, I love it."

"F-commander... please, please don't tease me..."

The whole person shrank back slightly, but the movements of Bismarck's hands remained unchanged.

"Bismarck, you can eat some too." Seeing the spoon handed over by the girl, An Lun put it in his mouth with a smile.

"I'm not hungry." Shaking his head, he wiped the corner of An Lun's mouth with a tissue: "And, this is a dish for the commander."

"Hahaha, it's really full of Bismarck-style stubbornness." An Lun leaned forward slightly, and snatched the chicken from Bismarck's hand.

After blowing on the chicken in the same way, and testing the temperature with his lips, An Lun handed the spoon to the girl's mouth: "Ah——"

"Commander, I'm really not hungry."

"what--"

"Commander, this is chicken leg meat, you should eat it."

"what--"

"commander!"

"what--"

"Well……"

With his face flushed, he sucked the spoon in his mouth, and Bismarck began to avoid his gaze again.

After a while, the girl who swallowed the chicken asked in a puzzled manner, "Commander, why...are you so kind to me? I'm neither gentle nor good at expressing my feelings..."

"Because I said that I want to pursue Bismarck."

"Huh?" Thinking back to the scene where he and Hood fought for the commander after exchanging bodies with the destroyer sisters last time, Bismarck's face turned redder all of a sudden.