Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Sirens will not land on the island. As for other fleets...you are just worrying in the air."

That's all, Eugen doesn't plan to discuss other boring work content——

"What we need now is to wait for the next Rubik's Cube to come out before we can make a better plan."

"I think so too, Commander." Z-23 also took advantage of the situation to comfort Kremlin and said, "We can go to the surrounding islands in the next week to conduct island reconnaissance, but beyond the waters of the main island of Fiji, don't set foot in it lightly."

"..."

Hearing that rational suggestion, the brawny man suppressed the sigh he wanted to sigh.

He must remain strong and steady in front of these two girls:

"Okay, then we'll wait...it's very late, let's go back to the boat to rest today."

"Isn't your hull already submerged?" Eugen propped his arms on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the Kremlin almost looking down.

"The air circulation system will work normally in the water." The strong man spread his hands.

"I'm not worried that you will suffocate us - don't you need a boat to keep watch outside?" Eugen bit his finger again.

"I just installed a timing automatic camera on the top of the mountain, which will record all the surrounding ships."

Kremlin snorted: "Also, it's been a day of sailing, don't you need food? My kitchen can't be moved to the shore."

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PS. The high command has just approved two kilograms of beef to improve food for the author comrade, but there is no Leba ticket. Please support me comrades.

Chapter 10

"What do you want to eat? The Soviet food store is very rich, and it has always been generous to its allies."

Back on board, while relaxing to monitor the Kremlin at sea level, we led the two Iron Ladies to the dining room.

The amount needed to convert Zello into fresh ingredients is very small, and therefore, the only conditions that can limit the recipes of the "Soviet Crew" are only imagination and prohibition of extravagance-no matter how complicated the feast is, it is not a problem.

"Frankfurters, thank you." Eugen said without raising his head.

"Roasted pork knuckle and sauerkraut—well, it would be even better with mashed potatoes!" Z-23's thin lips seemed to start to brew saliva.

However, after hearing the rather "hard" menu choices of the two ladies, the Kremlin suddenly felt a little headache.

Can't you guys order something constructive?

For example, dishes like Ukrainian chicken drumsticks, tiramisu or Catherine salad——

"...Forget it, let me help you choose the ingredients for the first meal, otherwise you will not be able to guarantee your health by eating these foods."

Cooking is also a decompression activity. During the boring cruising time at sea, Kremlin often takes turns cooking with the captains.

Under limited conditions, hot food can boost morale more than anything else.

"Commander, do you want to cook yourself! I'll help—"

Although Kremlin really wanted to say that Z-23 didn't need to do anything, just be a cute koala next to him and be cute, but seeing the serious eyes of this child, he swallowed the words again.

"Captain, please use that stove to crisp up Leba."

After giving the girl a fairly simple job, the strong man glanced back at Eugene, who was still sitting in front of the dining table, biting her fingers, her eyes darting back and forth on the stove, completely unaware of it. The importance of labor is waiting for people to serve.

At first glance, this guy is used to it, no wonder the name of the ship has "Prince", an ugly face of the feudal ruling class.

However, considering that today is to win over the other party with delicious food, the Kremlin feels that his anti-imperialist and anti-feudal work can be postponed a little longer.

He was not slow at all, he put the cut beef into a can, then poured in a small amount of tomatoes, onions, and chopped cumin, stirred it carefully for a while, and finally pasted the opening of the can with dough, and put it in the oven.

"Commander, you are really skilled at cooking!"

Although Z-23 has long known that this man is thick on the outside and thin on the inside, knowing how to cook is another bonus.

"True knowledge comes from practice. As long as you keep repeating and persevering, no matter who you are, you can do something well." Kremlin lowered his head slightly and grinned at Z-23, as if pointing out: "On the contrary, if you don't participate in the labor , no matter how simple the task is, it is difficult to understand the mystery of it.”

"...It sounds reasonable." Z-23, who has always been good at learning, nodded in agreement, but Eugen smiled silently, staring at the broad back of the strong man, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Although there is a prohibition on alcohol, you are not a staff member, Prince Eugen, and I can provide you with a small amount of alcohol."

As if he didn't care about Eugen's scrutiny, Comrade Commander began to process the parsley while speaking lightly.

"Oh? Is this considered preferential treatment for me?"

There was a little surprise in Chong Xun's brow and eyes.

"After all, the captain and the core of the battleship are not idle personnel, and they are not allowed to drink during the voyage."

"..." Hearing Kremlin's slightly mocking words, Eugenbo pulled out his finger:

"Commander, you may have misunderstood...Even if the iron-blooded ship girl drank alcohol, it would not affect her combat capability, unlike some guys who want to drink but dare not drink."

"...Tsk."

Sure enough, this guy is still troublesome.

If it was one of his own who had just boarded the ship, even if the other party was a rear admiral, Kremlin could lift him up and let him feel the night breeze in the South Pacific, but this woman... the most hateful thing is that she is so yin and yang that the Kremlin is amazed .

However, after Kremlin unconsciously opened the battle panel in his brain while chopping vegetables, he found that Prince Eugen's favorability increased by 1 point, becoming 63.

We chatted for about ten minutes...

"Hiss, she doesn't like being scolded by others, does she? Or does she like this kind of mutual damage that goes back and forth?"

It's so perverted, it's worthy of being a German stick boat.

Feeling ashamed, the Kremlin, who was a bit sad, nodded and cooperated with Z-23 to spread butter on the Leba on the stove, and the aroma filled the restaurant in an instant.

It seemed that it was too bland, so the destroyer carefully beat two eggs and stirred them well, and quickly brushed the surface of Leba with egg wash, which raised the fragrance to another level.

"Cooked before?" Thanks to the serious performance of Z-23 next to him, Kremlin's blood pressure was not full because of Eugen.

After all, as long as the captain is still a normal person.

"Well, I have almost forgotten the recipe, but as I grow more experienced, maybe I can recall some of the dishes I learned while fighting in the Atlantic."

Z-23's eyes dimmed, but he soon cheered up: "Commander, Iron Blood's roasted pork knuckle and Shige Sakura's navy curry are all delicious, if you don't mind—"

"Next time I will ask you to be the captain of the chef, but today I will try the dishes I am good at—"

"Hmm!" The girl who got an affirmative answer became very happy again.

She has a sense of satisfaction that she is finally needed, and even if she can't help the Kremlin temporarily on the battlefield, she must do a good enough job in terms of supplies.

……

There is a saying that "food is better than all diplomatic rhetoric". When the hot and tender beef slipped into the mouth with tomato and onion sauce, Prince Eugen looked at the Kremlin with brighter eyes.

"good to eat--"

Compared with the heavy cruiser that still maintains a little "cold style", the destroyer girl has less twists and turns, and praised Kremlin's craftsmanship very directly.

"This is Major General Yuri's mother's secret stew recipe, and I learned it after eating it too many times."

After Kremlin sprinkled mixed nuts on Leba in front of him, he looked at Eugen who said nothing, as if showing off and provoking: "At least it is better than pure meat frankfurters and mashed potatoes full of carbohydrates." With more nutrition and vitamin supplements, it can also help you restrain the bad habit of biting your nails.”

"Jianniang doesn't need vitamins, she eats to make us happy."

Eugen rarely fired back: "As for biting my fingers, biting my fingers is a subconscious action when I'm thinking and bored."

She took off the gloves, stretched out her slender hand, and motioned to Kremlin that despite the constant hand-clamping, her shiny baby nails were still unscathed.

You're frank and yin and yang for a while, which makes me a little confused, ma'am——

The Kremlin complained, and simply didn't think too much, and concentrated on dealing with what was in front of him.

At least in the traditional showdown between German cuisine and Soviet cuisine, he has already won the first round——

After all, Z-23 next to him almost swallowed his tongue, and it was a joy to eat, so he had no time to adjust the atmosphere between him and Eugen.

In addition to meat, carbohydrates, Mediterranean vegetable stir-fry, there is also a bucket of drinks that would never appear on the Kremlin table.

German dark beer.

Only for Prince Eugen, the drink production line is fine-tuned based on her memory of beer.

This woman is really rude, she brought a big bucket out of the curry, and the good guy made Kremlin greedy enough.

"Gulu." Although he had tried his best to keep his saliva from secreting as little as possible, when Prince Eugen's cherry lips touched the glass, he still swallowed the bread mixed with excessive saliva.

Seeing that scene, Kremlin suddenly felt that he was simply mentally handicapped. Why did he propose to serve Eugen a drink?It's fine to pretend that your converted ingredients library can't serve drinks.

"... Gulu Gulu."

Noticing Kremlin's rather fierce eyes, Eugen, who found it very interesting, had a mocking charm in his eyes, and stuck out his uvula more brazenly, wrapping around the rim of the beer glass, letting the frothy source of happiness flow along. It flows quickly down the throat into the slender gooseneck.

Don't mention how cool it is to drink.

Although the way Eugen drank was also full of astringency, Kremlin's mind was filled with regret and alcoholism at the moment, and he couldn't pay attention to those suggestive details at all.

"... Woohoo?? Sister Eugen!? You can't drink so much!!!"

Z-23, who finally finished processing the second piece of Leba and the large piece of beef, raised his head like a hamster with a puffy face, but was so scared that he almost choked because of Eugen's forceful gulping.

"Hi, what's the matter, 23, today not only met the commander but also won an encounter, isn't it worth a drink?"

There were slight red clouds on both sides of her cheeks. I don't know if it was an illusion. Kremlin felt that Eugen's eyes were narrower and narrower than before. Simply put, they were more coquettish: "The commander said before that you should have a drink today. Celebrate--"

I am ironic, ironic!

Kremlin put down the knife and fork with a bit of a headache, and looked at Z-23 with "Fuck" written all over his face: "This is her?"

"Miss Eugen...he can't drink very well, and the wine quality is not good."

The girl lowered her head guiltily, as if Eugen was not the one who caused the trouble but her: "I was too busy thinking about food, and I forgot to remind her! This is my mistake..."

"..." This girl actually feels guilty because of someone else's fault?

Kremlin's eyebrows eased a lot.

Sure enough, it is a good seedling with cultivation value.

As for Eugene?

Is this the glory of Iron Blood?Is it a virtue to drink a draft of black beer?

It's funny enough.

Kremlin, who has surpassed Eugen in terms of drinking capacity, cooking skills, and force, although she has gained a small amount of satisfaction, is also afraid that Eugen will continue to drink and drink herself to pieces.