Bismarck

"Ninety-nine."

The proprietress started preparing immediately.

"Sir, this is for your wife, right?" While Lütjens was waiting, the proprietress also found something to say.

Wife?

Lütjens sometimes wondered what the relationship between him and Bismarck was, but if he said they were lovers, people might accuse him of having a mistress. Although this was a very normal thing in the upper class, and every senior officer had those girls around him, he still didn't like being said that.

"Yeah." He answered vaguely.

"I'm so lucky to have a husband like you." The proprietress said with a smile.

Soon, the roses were wrapped, Lütjens picked up the bouquet and walked out quickly.

"Let's go to the jewelry store in the city center later." Lütjens put the flowers on the back seat and said.

Since he had already bought the flowers, he naturally had to buy a ring or something. Having been on warships for many years and spending almost his entire life in military service, Lütjens, who hadn't celebrated Valentine's Day in who knows how long, finally regained the feeling of his youth.

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Now let's talk about Bismarck.

After his captain left, Bismarck, like a thief, returned to the kitchen with a smile on his face, put on an apron and sleeves, then took out a large bag of flour, poured hot water on it, and prepared to knead the dough.

clam?

A dumpling is just a dough wrapped with a filling, how simple is that?

But when he really started, Bismarck discovered tragically that he couldn't even knead the dough...

The dough that was soft and elastic in other people's hands became a sticky mess in her hands, sticking all over her hands, body, and the table. No matter how she tried, she couldn't make it right.

Bismarck made a mess on the beautiful pearwood table, with flour and paste everywhere, which formed lumps on the table after drying. The Persian cat's face was also covered with white flour and dust, and it was sweating all over, turning from a Persian cat into a tabby cat...

Looking at the messy kitchen, Bismarck was depressed...

She could even make guided artillery shells, but failed against a tiny dumpling. This was really unbearable. She held her breath and continued to tinker with it secretly.

In the end, the orderly assigned by the army to the captain, who was helping at her home, couldn't bear to watch it anymore and couldn't help but speak out.

"Miss Bismarck, what are you doing?"

Bismarck thought, how could a foreigner know about the great food of the Chinese nation? He didn't want to say anything, but he felt it was impolite.

"I'm going to make dumplings."

"Oh, making dumplings? Then why do we have to make the dumpling wrappers ourselves? Can't we buy them in the store?" the orderly asked curiously.

"Ah?"

Bismarck was shocked.

Did she hear it wrong? A foreigner actually knew about dumplings? Did she really travel through time?

"Uh, you know dumplings?" Bismarck asked in surprise.

The orderly gave her a strange look and said, "I know. We had it once a few days ago."

Bismarck thought... What's wrong with this world? Where is the great food of the Chinese nation?!

In fact, Bismarck was ignorant. Dumplings also exist in foreign countries. Every country has its own favorite dumplings, but they are not all called dumplings.

Even Germany has it, and it’s called Maultasche (Swabian dumplings), but after eating it once, I kept complaining, you call this dumplings?! Are you sure this isn’t called leek dumplings?!

However, Bismarck, who was not ashamed to ask questions, did not dwell on this issue. At worst, he could ask the captain later. The top priority now was to make the dough.

"Then... can you make dough?" Bismarck said immediately.

"Will do."

"Can I ask you to help me knead the dough? I don't know how to..." The Persian cat began to point at his fingers...

Since it was the beautiful secretary of his immediate superior who spoke, the French orderly did not hesitate, washed his hands immediately, grabbed a rolling pin and started working.

"But what kind of filling are you going to put in it, Miss Bismarck?" asked the orderly.

Normally, the filling should be made earlier than the dumpling skin, but she can't even see the filling anywhere now.

"Ah! I forgot!" Bismarck exclaimed, then he remembered that he had not made the stuffing.

My pork and green onion, beef and cabbage filling!

The orderly looked at Bismarck's sudden realization and said in a funny and angry tone, "Miss Bismarck, you have to hurry up. If it gets hard, it won't taste good."

Bismarck nodded quickly, washed his hands, grabbed the military notes issued by KRR and went out.

Because of repeated bombings, the French people in the city had a very bad attitude towards the British, but their attitude towards the Germans was relatively okay. KRR's military notes also had a certain credibility in Western European countries. Therefore, in the vegetable market in the small town, Persian Cat easily bought all kinds of ingredients and then prepared to go home.

However, just as he finished shopping and passed the port area near the shipyard and was about to reach his doorstep, Tirpitz's little head suddenly popped out of the window of the large hamster docked on the shore.

"Sister, what are you buying?" She waved the paintbrush and greeted her sister on WIFI.

Bismarck was about to say that he wanted to make dumplings, but when he thought about Tirpitz's huge appetite, he gave up.

I just want to spend this Valentine's Day with the captain. It will be troublesome if this little girl gets involved with me. What will I do after I finish eating the dumplings?

"Nothing, I just went out for a while." Bismarck hid the bag behind him, smiled, and then hurried into the door of his house.

However... for a hamster whose vision is equal to the limit of the main gun fire control instrument's observation range, how could this action be hidden from her eyes...

And it is obvious that the things in the bag seem to be food!

"Hmph." The hamster snorted in dissatisfaction. "Sister is lying to me again. How mean!"

Tirpitz retracted his head from the window, thought for a moment, and spread out his mental power.

Bismarck's house was almost next door to hers, so what could be hidden? Soon, she saw everything her sister was doing.

"Sister, you are going to make something delicious."

Although Ti Zi didn't know what dumplings were, his instinct as a foodie made him realize that they were delicious.

"You're trying to eat secretly from me and your captain again."

Grapes is very dissatisfied and the consequences are serious!

Her eyes rolled around for a few times, and then she decided to inform Sister Zeppelin of the news.

"Hey, Sister Zeppelin, my sister is secretly making something delicious. Let's go get some tonight."

Zeppelin knew what day it was and quickly understood what Bismarck wanted to do. He immediately nodded and agreed with a sly smile.

"You go get Lindemann, and I'll get Bonte. We'll go to Bismarck's house tonight to get some food. See you there."

Tizi hung up the phone with satisfaction, and licked her lips with her little tongue, as if she had eaten something delicious.

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Bismarck didn't know that his dumplings had been spotted by a greedy hamster and a greedy aircraft mother, and he was still enthusiastically preparing his dumpling filling.

However, Bismarck not only had poor cooking skills, but also poor knife skills. Even simple tasks such as cutting vegetables and chopping stuffing often resulted in her cutting her fingers. Of course, it was not her who was pitiful, but the knife.

The kitchen knife was originally used to cut food, and no one knew what sin it had committed in its previous life, but now it was used to cut armored steel... After a few strokes, Bismarck's hand slipped and he "cut" his finger heavily, and then... a gap appeared on the sharp blade.

If there was a knife girl for the kitchen knife, I would definitely be in tears... I used an ordinary kitchen knife to cut armored steel, and you deliberately abused me T—T...

In a short time, a good kitchen knife was completely ruined. When the orderly finished mixing the stuffing, he came out to see Bismarck sharpening the knife with a depressed look on his face.

"Ms. Bismarck, why are you sharpening the knife? It's new... Eh? I just bought a kitchen knife, how come it has become like this?!"

"Um, this...this..." Bismarck didn't know what to say next.

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But fortunately, no matter how difficult and bumpy it was, with the help of the orderly, the dumplings were finally formed (although the appearance was...).

The orderly was quite smart. He knew that today was Valentine's Day and who Bismarck's secretary was making such a big fuss for. After helping to roll out the dumpling skins and chop the stuffing, he found an excuse and slipped away.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, Bismarck heaved a long sigh of relief, as if he had won a great victory.

Check the time. It’s 5pm. The captain should be getting off work soon! So… start cooking soup now!

After the water boiled, Bismarck put a few dumplings into the pot, and then, as in his childhood memories, he waited for them to float up and scooped them up. Then he picked one up with a fork, dipped it in some seasoning (although there was no soy sauce, there were still ketchup, sesame paste, chili oil, garlic paste, sugar, etc.), and carefully tried to eat a bite.

Half-cooked!!! So unpalatable!!!

Spit it out immediately...

Pour it back into the pot and cook again quickly!!

Then within a few minutes... "Eh? Why is there so much foam? It's almost coming out? Let me stir it... Huh?! Why is the dumpling skin broken? And why is the soup... almost turning into a paste?!"

It was then that I remembered what my mother had told me when I was a child: when the dumplings float, you should add some cold water and continue to cook them. This should be repeated three or four times before they are cooked through.

Watching the flustered Persian cat, I quickly poured in a full cup of cold boiled water, and finally watched the bubbles that had already risen to the stove subside...

After several rounds of confusion, the first pot of dumplings was finally cooked.

It’s so hard TT…but looking at the dumplings that have been shipped abroad, it feels so worth it!!

I finally know how to make dumplings~

Eat one and try the taste?

"Well, although the skin is a little thin, the filling is fine and it's not undercooked! Full marks for the dumpling! ~Oh yeah!~" Bismarck silently and proudly gave himself full marks, but he didn't know how much independent intellectual property rights this dumpling had.

Seeing that only ten minutes had passed, she put the remaining uncooked dumplings into the refrigerator and waited for her captain to come back so that she could have a delicious meal.

However, what Bismarck didn't know was that her dumplings were about to be gone.

Because she was at home and her body had not recovered yet, Bismarck did not use her mental power at all times, so she missed what happened at the door of the Hamster minesweeper - a transport boat approached the Tirpitz, and then Bonte and Zeppelin walked out, boarded the Hamster minesweeper from the gangway, and then entered Lindemann's room. After a while, Lindemann also came back from outside.

Bontai was called by Zeppelin, and Lindemann was naturally called by Tizi.

At home, Tizi angrily complained about her sister's unscrupulous behavior. She had seen the dumplings Bismarck had made in advance, and the deliciousness almost made Tizi rush over and grab her trouser legs and wag her tail...

She emphasized to the two of them how delicious the dumplings were, as if she had eaten them before, and then suggested that Bismarck should not be allowed to eat alone, and that the delicious food should be shared among the sisters.

"But today is Valentine's Day." Bontai frowned and said, "Bismarck must have made this for the commander. It would be bad for us to go there like this."

Bangtai soon understood what Zeppelin meant when he asked him to come over. It turned out that the little girl Tirpitz was greedy and was dragging a group of people into the water.

"It's okay, it's okay if we don't eat it, as long as Zeppelin and Tirpitz eat it." Lindemann said with a smirk.

Of course he knew Ti Zi's little thoughts, but since Bismarck always showed his affection in front of him, he decided to help Ti Zi.

Besides, it's my own hamster after all. If I had to choose between my boss and my hamster, which one should I choose...? Commander, I'm sorry...

Lindemann smiled evilly in his heart.

Zeppelin had the same thought. Anyway, the day's training was over, and today's pilots were obviously absent-minded - some had families, some had girlfriends, or some were planning to find a girlfriend!

Looking at the attitude of his subordinates, Zeppelin, who knew the truth but lived alone, felt a little unbalanced, especially when he saw how hard it was for him to train and fight with so many pilots. He also thought of a Persian cat who showed off his affection all day long and stayed at home all day taking reasonable injury leave, neither going to work nor reporting to work... So, the unbalanced Zeppelin thought wickedly in his heart: Since you are so free... I'll take it out on you, the Persian cat!

Since three of the four people agreed, seeing that everyone's eyes were a little strange, Bangtai had to hold his forehead with one hand and raise his hand to agree. After all, it was the public opinion...

He didn't want to be "killed as a traitor" by his own ship girl... So... Commander, you are more senior than me, so you should take the responsibility if anything happens...

So, a battle plan was put forward against Bismarck's dumplings...

The four of them just picked up their knives and forks, tied napkins around their necks, and hid with their drools drooling in Lindemann's house, which was located opposite Lütjens's house. They stared at the door of the commander's house opposite, just waiting for their commander to come back soon so that they could rush in and have a big meal together!

This example tells us that those who always show off their affection will have to pay a price!

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The lights were just coming on and Bismarck had gone out to look several times. Every time she heard a sound she would run out, but it was not that sound each time.

Waiting for the lover to come home in the cold wind, this scene seems unusually warm, but Bismarck is not cold.

Finally, the familiar car stopped at the door.

Lütjens walked out of the car in a neat military uniform, with a ring in his pocket and a bouquet of roses in his hand.

He hadn't held a rose for a long time. He was no longer at the age of pursuing a girl with a rose. His posture was a little stiff and his face was a little embarrassed...

But it also feels a bit exciting - that's what makes it fun.

Remembering what the driver said to him when he left, Lütjens felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Have a good night, General."

Good night...

A familiar person also appeared at the door.

Bismarck ran out and saw his captain walking up the steps holding a big bouquet of roses. His mouth shaped into an O in surprise.