Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 1664: The Well-Deserved No. Pastry Chef in Hong Kong

As Clemenceau opened the photo album, Lin Lan suddenly saw the frozen moment in the photo where Fushun was screaming and crawling, with dense swarms of cockroaches chasing the terrified girl on the dark ground behind her and in the air.

"???"

It was rare to see Fushun showing such an expression, and Lin Lan couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Don't worry, Commander. These cockroaches are all mechanical toys specially made by the Inquisition for Miss Akashi.

"As for the inspiration for scaring Fushun, I remember it was an anonymous letter sent by a fellow Donghuang acquaintance who goes by the pseudonym 'Qianjin Baihu'."

Okay, crime solved.

The ship girls from other factions might not know, but he knew who the so-called "Thousand Gold White Tiger" was.

Changchun, a little funny guy who hides his identity, actually teamed up with the trial court to play a prank on his own sister.

As we all know, Donghuang people have an instinctive aversion to cockroaches.

Even though we know that cockroaches will not bite or attack humans, this insect is often associated with dirtiness, and seeing one in the house means endless trouble.

And as shown in the photo, there were estimated to be hundreds of cockroaches swarming in, let alone Fushun, his scalp would be tingling.

Clemenceau chuckled and turned the pages of the album. He saw the back of a girl in the photo, holding a chainsaw, wearing a black cat mask and a black cat girl costume.

In front of this chainsaw girl cosplaying as Black Cat Girl, Abercrombie, holding a cannon, collapsed in the corner, as if he was completely frightened and fainted.

Lin Lan never expected that the troublemaker Japaon would be afraid of the black cat.

However, he vaguely remembered that in European culture, black cats were often synonymous with bad luck.

It can be seen that Clemenceau has indeed put in a lot of effort in teaching the naughty children according to their camp.

"Commander, can you tell who this Inquisitor is who is scaring Abercrombie?"

Hearing Clemenceau testing herself, Lin Lan also looked carefully at the girl in the photo holding the chainsaw prop in one hand.

There were beads of sweat on her long dark purple hair and the skin on her neck.

The answer was revealed almost instantly, and he replied with a smile:

"It's Mogador."

"As expected of you, Commander. You can tell right away."

Clemenceau then showed him several more photos.

Each photo recorded the embarrassing moments of the well-known naughty kids in Hong Kong, which made him sigh in the end:

"It's a great loss to Akashi that you, the Iris Court, don't go to the Minato Amusement Park and cooperate with Akashi to open a haunted house."

As soon as he said this, Richelieu beside him seemed to remember something funny, and he covered his mouth and laughed softly:
"Commander, don't you know that the haunted house in the Minato Amusement Park has always been the most money-losing facility in Akashi."

Jean Bart also snorted and said lightly:

"If the Inquisition's confinement rooms weren't made of Rubik's Cube alloy, they would have been blown up countless times by those little ghost ships' weapons."

Richelieu and Jean Bart's explanations made Lin Lan understand why the naughty child had to be sent to the Iris Tribunal to teach him a lesson.

No matter how naughty these kids are, they are all max-level ship girls.

Looking at the entire port area, the only "haunted house" that can withstand the accidental injuries from the bombardment of these frightened naughty children is probably the Court of Inquisition.

At this time, Dunkirk, who had put on an apron, finally walked out of the kitchen with freshly baked snacks.

"Commander, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Come and have some dessert." The silver-haired knight patrol girl had an expectant smile on her face. She placed the plate in her hand on the coffee table and handed him a knife, fork and small plate.

Lin Lan gasped as he looked at the wide variety of exquisite iris desserts in front of him, which looked like a buffet, and he didn't even know which one to eat first.

In addition to the colorful macarons that the Algerians had made for them, there were also various small cakes with exquisite shapes that he couldn't even name.

When he was in the Royal Palace, he thought that the tea party desserts baked by the Royal Maids covered all kinds of desserts.

Even though the head maid Belfast had told him at the time that even the only thing the Royal Maids could boast of was their dessert making, it was far inferior to Dunkirk.

Later, at the Donghuang temporary port, Long Wu also said that the desserts made by Dunkirk were recognized as the best in the port.

But at that time he thought that Beifa and Longwu were just being modest.

After all, no matter how delicious the dessert is, it is just sweet in the end.

But now, as Dunkirk watched expectantly, he cut a piece of what looked like a mille-feuille pastry and put it in his mouth.

The mellow milky aroma, the sweet but not greasy fruity aroma and the crispy and melt-in-the-mouth texture that instantly filled his mouth made him feel as if his soul was floating.

Delicious, it’s really delicious!

For some reason, Lin Lan stared blankly at the thousand-layer puff pastry on the plate that he had taken a bite of, and these words popped up in his mind:

Humans cannot imagine anything beyond their cognition.

Yes, the dessert that Dunkirk carefully prepared for him completely refreshed his definition of dessert!

The extreme taste impact brought by its delicious taste even awakened the invisible breath in his body, urging him subconsciously to eat it quickly.

"How's it going, Commander? Do you like the snacks? If they're too greasy, do you want me to..."

Seeing him freeze as if petrified after taking a bite of the mille-feuille, Dunkirk thought the dessert was not to his taste.

The Vatican Knight was asking cautiously when he found that his commander's eyes were actually moist.

“No, quite the opposite.

"Dunkirk, you are undoubtedly the best pastry chef in the port area. This is the most delicious dessert I have ever tasted."

Lin Lan suppressed his desire to turn into a glutton, and gave Dunkirk the highest praise he could under the gratified gazes of Richelieu, Jean Bart and Clemenceau.

When Dunkirk heard the heartfelt praise from his beloved, a blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Haha~ In that case, Dunkirk, you can sit next to the commander and help him taste the dessert you made."

Clemenceau stood up with a smile, leaving the seat next to Lin Lan to Dunkirk.

The careful leader of the Inquisition has discovered that his commander is not familiar with the types of iris desserts and does not know where to start.

So taking this opportunity, the resourceful leader of the Inquisition chose to let Dunkirk help the commander better understand the culture of Iris desserts.

The flattered silver-haired patrol knight wanted to refuse.

But the girl's love for the commander finally outweighed all her concerns, and she finally sat next to Lin Lan as Clemenceau said, and put the dessert on the plate for him:
"Commander, you haven't had lunch yet, so I suggest you try the lemon tart first. The sweet and sour lemon filling paired with crispy tart crust is the best appetizer for Iris.

"Considering that the Commander didn't like food that was too sweet, I adjusted the sweetness of the macarons and opera cakes..."

With the loving and gentle scientific popularization and active recommendation of the Iris Patrol Knight, Lin Lan finally began to officially enjoy this Iris specialty meal.

(End of this chapter)