Azur Lane Under the Stars

Boiled cabbage.

Bismarck looked at this picture is very simple, and the name, one can tell that it is a very simple dish, so Bismarck asked his sister.

She Bismarck not only to do it!It must be delicious!

Tirpitz just glanced at the cookbook, and then looked at his sister strangely: "Where did this cookbook come from?"

Bismarck said: "If you take it from Yixian, it should be a home-cooked dish."

Tirpitz said sincerely: "Sister, give up, you can't cook this dish..."

Bismarck was a little dissatisfied: "Don't you just boil the cabbage? Why can't you make it?"

Tirpitz didn't want to see his elder sister feel ashamed, so he whispered something in her ear, and then Bismarck's pretty face suddenly became more and more rigid, and finally put away the book as if nothing happened.

Don't mention the boiled cabbage anymore.

Well, this dish...is too simple, I don't bother to make it, well, that's it!

The iron-blooded prime minister, the Persian cat, found a reason for himself.

Tirpitz didn't care about his sister anymore, and he and Prince Eugen's sisters are going to cook together and stew pork knuckles.

Famous iron and blood dishes, this is it!

On the other hand, Baiying seemed to be able to do a job with ease. After all, these few in the port area, except for those little guys, were more or less able to cook.

The last time I did it was also Uncle San’s fat-reducing diet.

Scientific nutrition is worth having.

As for the royal side... After discussing with a group of secretaries and cooks, Belfast agreed that the royal family can invite foreign aid, or just make desserts and black tea.

Otherwise, let's not pass the Spring Festival, and directly change from a reunion dinner to a banquet.

The royal cooks, except for those specific ones, the others are simply...

To say it is a taste bomb is an exaggeration!That's a biological weapon!

Two days ago, the things that Hood made by himself had to be brought out with a gas mask when they were brought out. Even the purifier was full of food after eating it.

For dying once and then resurrecting.

It's simply ridiculously strong.

So the royal side is very leisurely, and it's over by making cakes and snacks together.

Belfast chose to make some less exotic royal-style dishes, and improved it by the way.

Newcastle cooperated with the monarch and the sisters of George V to cook some Donghuang's home-cooked dishes. Of course, they strictly followed the recipe. In order to prevent them from making biochemical weapons, Belfast even set the time to the second. The dosage put in is accurate to the gram.

As long as you follow the tutorial for fools, and there is a Newcastle with normal cooking watching, it should be fine... right?

The other royal maids, under the leadership of Neptune, made cakes.

The three Guanghui sisters were not idle either, so they prepared some fruit juice, black tea and so on.

Queen Elizabeth looked left and right. Originally, she didn't want to do it. In her words, as a queen, how could she...

Then, under the threat of Belfast not giving food, he obediently fought.

The most frenzied at this time are the girls from the Northern United.

No, none of them cook, what can they do?

Boiled corn?Potato stew?Even the borscht they like very much is from the cafeteria, they don't know how to make it.

Could it be that at that time, when we warm up a bowl of vodka, we will come here whenever we go, and when we come, we will bring stewed potatoes and boiled corn?

This is too much shit, bro.

"What to do, Chapayev, use your almighty brain to think of a way!" Mercury Memorial panicked.

For her, if she can't deliver a satisfactory dish, if she really doesn't let herself eat, and then watches other ship girls eat, it is the second most vicious punishment in the world.

Of course, the first is to stop drinking.

Chapayev said angrily: "First of all, I am not omnipotent, and secondly, I don't know what to do!"

"Murmansk, do you know how to cook?" Mercury Memorial immediately turned to Murmansk very realistically.

Murmansk looks like a little girl at home, she should be able to cook, right?

With his trademark little playful smile, Murmansk shattered Mercury's fantasy in the most gentle tone: "No."

"Then what should we do?" The Mercury memorial gradually faded.

Gangut patted Mercury Memorial's shoulder with a heavy face: "Comrade, don't give up, don't be discouraged, nothing can stop us! We are a torrent of steel, the Northern United! Ulla!"

Mercury Memorial didn't move: "But this still doesn't change the fact that you can't cook."

Gangut was defeated.

"Speed, can you make borscht?"

"...Will vodka work?"

"Well Well."

"By the way, isn't that who knows how to make hot cocoa?"

"It's instant..."

"Ah this..."

While discussing how to cook here, Tallinn's dissatisfied voice sounded on the other side: "You guys, what are you doing, come and help!"

The girls of the Northern United turned their heads and found that Tallinn and Aurora had already started cooking.

Mercury Memorial immediately put on a color for himself, broke away from the graying, and then approached Tallinn and Aurora with surprise on his face: "You guys can cook, why haven't I seen you do it before?"

Tallinn gave Mercury Memorial a blank look: "It's troublesome, so I don't want to do it. Anyway, I am also half-blooded. I can still make pork knuckles and sausages. Eugen and the others made knuckles, so I will make sausages."

"But it's too late to make sausages?" Chapayev hesitated.

Although she is not very good at cooking, she still knows some common sense. Stuffing sausages takes a lot of time.

Tallinn smiled mysteriously: "I used to buy sausage-making machines from Ming. Soon, I just need to be in charge of the taste."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Mercury memorialized with a heroic face, "Big Sister, I'll hang out with you from now on!"

Tallinn smiled: "Come on, in terms of age, you are the big sister."

But jokes are jokes, some ship girls still joined in to help Tallinn, and other ship girls helped Aurora.

All of a sudden, the two women became the most popular roles in the Northern United.

"I can't tell, you can cook." Chabayev asked in surprise while helping Aurora chop vegetables.

"Ah, because I was obsessed with yoga and fitness before, so I learned to make some things by myself. Takeaways are high in calories, so I should eat less." Aurora skillfully chopped and washed vegetables , replied.

Chabayev smiled: "You say you are a ship girl, and your body will not change. What's the use of exercising?"

Aurora stopped what she was doing, then pointed to Bai Ying, and asked, "Does Long Island know?"

Chabayev nodded: "I know, but hasn't it come back yet? What's the matter?"

"Then they know about Cleveland?"

"I know, isn't it over there?" Chapayev was even more puzzled when he heard the words.

"Long Island, I don't work out, and that temperament is that kind of lazy feeling. There is a kind of how to say it... Yes, nerdy, and then in Cleveland, they often exercise and so on, so they look very sunny. This is A matter of temperament."

Aurora spoke plausibly, then explained again, and then continued to cook.

Chapayev also thought about it for a while, and finally agreed: "It seems to be so."

Take the "elderly ships" in the port area as an example, the rubber man Mikasa, in private, the house spirit, Mercury Memorial... just a waste of food waiting to die (the people in Beilian think it), and then look at it Aurora.

Chabayev looked at the silhouette of Aurora and clicked his tongue.

Look at this figure, this temperament, and this pink and tender little face... Those who don't know may think it is a girl of twenty or eight years old, but why is the old woman pretending to be a virgin, cough cough.

Aurora stopped suddenly, and asked with a dangerous smile: "Are you thinking about something impolite?"

"No, your delusion." Chapayev's expression and answer were impeccable.

Auror looked at Chapayev suspiciously again, although her intuition told her that there must be, but forget it, the day of great joy, I will not have sex with her anymore.

"Everyone is cooking very hard..." Ren Shuo looked relieved.

Belfast urged: "Master, do you want to try to cook a few dishes?"

Ren Shuo was a little moved, but he glanced at Yixian secretly: "Yixian won't let me..."

Belfast moved closer to Ren Shuo and whispered, "Don't worry, Miss Yixian agreed today."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true." Belfast invited, "Do you want to come to our royal side?"

Ren Shuo laughed, and I said, why did you head maid come back again? You came to find me as a foreign aid.

Just as Ren Shuo wanted to say yes, he was interrupted.

"No! The commander is from Donghuang, and he wants to come to our Donghuang! We are short of people in Donghuang!"

Ying Rui directly pulled Ren Shuo and wanted to leave.

Belfast stopped Ying Rui with a smile: "Miss Ying Rui, all of you Donghuang are small cooks, there is no shortage of people at all, and although the master is from Donghuang, he is also the commander of us all. It's the same everywhere, but our royal family needs manpower."

Ying Rui didn't know what to say, Belfast's words were justified, and she didn't know how to refute them.

Sister Yixian, come quickly!

Chapter 280 The Third Observer's Small Gift

In the end, Ying Rui's call didn't work, and Yixian didn't come, so Ying Rui could only watch helplessly as her commander was dragged away by Belfast.

That expression, that expression of unwillingness but not daring to say anything, is like his husband cheating, and then he gritted his teeth and chose to forgive him, and even helped his wife to let the wind out when he was cheating with Xiaosan.

It's too miserable, Ying Rui.

Leaving Ying Rui biting her handkerchief aside, Ren Shuo is already deeply trapped in the imperial kiln... Ah no, surrounded by royal ladies and maids.

"Commander, it seems that you know exactly where the best choice is! Be proud, and be happy, you will be the God of Cookery's assistant for the Spring Festival under the leadership of the great Queen Elizabeth!"

Queen Elizabeth looked proud when Ren Shuo was chopping vegetables, and puffed out her chest, bragging, almost engraved on her forehead the words, yes, my mother is the God of Cooking.

Ren Shuo glanced at Shabai, feeling that at such a young age, Shabai is so rich and has his own airport, while directly handing the kitchen knife in his hand to Shabai:

"You come."

The silly and conceited expression on his face immediately froze, followed by some guilty hesitation: "If I make a move casually, am I still called the God of Cooking..."

Ren Shuo snorted coldly: "Then shut up."

You can't be used to serving bear children.

Moreover, according to her level, she is still her guardian plus her boss, which is worthy of her. If she is serious, she will make everyone under her betray in no time.

Of course, in normal times, I still give way to this silly white one, but sometimes... just hate, hate desperately.

Then in a few days it will be honest.

"Commander, what kind of food are you cooking?" George V, a foodie, approached.

Her eyes have never been so bright. The dishes made by the Commander look delicious. In addition, this is the person I like, who doesn't cook very much and suddenly cooks. This is a taste bonus. .

Ren Shuo didn't raise his head, still focusing on his dishes.

Seeing that he ignored him, George V was not annoyed, and pestered him as needed and asked, "Commander, why don't you speak?"

Ren Shuo was annoyed by the buzzing sound, so he could only raise his head, frown and ask, "Are you done with your work?"

George V nodded immediately: "I'm in charge of cutting vegetables, and I'm done."

Ren Shuo turned his head to look at Newcastle, and he had indeed entered the next step: "Want to eat?"

George V rolled his eyes, looked at the fried mushrooms on the plate, and swallowed: "Hmm!"

It would be even better with some cumin.

"Then you're free now?" Ren Shuo smiled vaguely.

George V thought that Ren Shuo was going to give him preferential treatment and gave him something to eat, so he nodded immediately: "Of course, it's very free!"