artillery arc

Chapter 488: Homesickness is a plate of Caesar salad

At noon that day, Admiral Hawthorne entertained the delegation in a Carolingian restaurant.

Wang Zhong, who was already accustomed to Ant's diet, found it a little difficult to adapt to the authentic Carolingian cuisine.

If you think about it, his personal chef is a Carolingian cook, so how can all the dishes he cooks be authentic Ante style?
After the main course was finished and cleared away, Admiral Hawthorne said mysteriously to Wang Zhong: "Next is the best thing in this restaurant! You will definitely be satisfied!"

Wang Zhong thought about it based on his limited knowledge of Western food. The main course was over, so it was time to serve either salad or dessert. The best dessert in the United States should be ice cream or something.

As for the salad… wouldn’t it be the legendary Caesar salad?
At this time, the waiter came in with a plate and placed it in front of each person.

When I lifted the round lid, there was indeed a salad inside.

Wang Zhong used a fork to dig into the dish and found some bread slices inside - other than that it was just an ordinary dish.

At least from the perspective of Wang Zhong, a Seres, it was an ordinary dish.

Admiral Hawthorne had already started eating, and he looked intoxicated while eating.

Wang Zhong became even more confused.

Could it be that this dish looks ugly but tastes good?
He imitated Admiral Hawthorne and put the fork into his mouth.

Then his comment was: Not as good as cold cucumber salad.

Damn, I haven’t eaten cold cucumber salad for a long time. It’s time to go to Chinatown and find some Chinese restaurants to eat.

Once this idea came into my mind, I could no longer suppress it.

So Wang Zhong asked Admiral Hawthorne, who was still enjoying his meal, "Is Chinatown included in our fundraising process?"

Admiral Hawthorne spread his hands and said, "No, because they have been actively collecting donations, because they know that in order to save their homeland, they must rely on the United States to support the Fuso Empire. By the way, they are also actively donating to their own country. I don't know where they get so much money."

No, maybe they don’t have that much money, but they are willing to sell everything they have for the sake of their hometown.

Wang Zhong: "I want to go to Chinatown to have a look."

Hawthorne was shocked: "Why? I told you they were very active in buying war bonds and donating money..."

Wang Zhong: “That’s my hometown—my second hometown.”

At this time, in the entire visiting group, only Wang Zhong's adjutant Yakov was familiar with Wang Zhong, so he looked at Wang Zhong with surprise, because he had never heard Wang Zhong say this before.

Although others thought it was strange, they didn't think much about it. It's normal to have a second hometown that you long for, just like many people want to go to Tibet.

Then, Yakov slapped his thigh and said, "I know. Ms. Sufang is of Mongolian descent and is related to Seris!"

...Wait a moment!
Wang Zhong quickly said, "That's not the case. When I was a kid, I loved reading The Art of War! The wisdom of the ancient people of Seres gave me great inspiration. So I've always wanted to go to Seres to take a look. Now that I'm in the United States, I have to go to Chinatown at least once."

Yes, I never had such an idea before, but once this idea came into being, it took root and cannot be changed even if the sky collapses, the earth breaks, and the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered the old song: The mountains and rivers are only in my dreams/I haven't been close to my motherland for many years~
In fact, it was not long. It was only a little over a year, less than a year and a half, but during this time, Wang Zhong experienced hardships that he might not experience in his lifetime - no, not in three lifetimes - in peacetime.

So it seems like a long, long time has passed.

But nothing can change my Chinese heart.

Although I am wearing Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese. My ancestors have already branded everything about me with Chinese characteristics.
Wang Zhong couldn't control his tears at all.

He showed off his Caesar salad and praised it: "This Caesar salad is so delicious that it made me cry!" Admiral Hawthorne was delighted and rang the bell on the table: "Quick, give Admiral Rokossov another bowl."

Wang Zhongxuan was speaking faster, and the voice came from nowhere—the auditory hallucination continued:
The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, and the Yellow River are all very dear to me. No matter when or where, they are always dear to my heart.
The auditory hallucination gradually faded away, and another bowl of Caesar salad was placed in front of Wang Zhong, which looked much larger than the previous one.

Wang Zhong thought that for the sake of the Ant Empire's face, he had to finish eating, otherwise he couldn't explain his sudden tears.

He could only pick up the fork with the awareness of destroying Plossen's entire armored army.

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One hour before dinner.

Wang Zhong collapsed on a chair in the Black Palace lounge of the United States Presidential Palace, groaning in pain.

Yakov looked at him and said, "Have you eaten too much? You can eat a lot of Carolingian food. You really don't want to embarrass us Ants."

Wang Zhong: "If you were Vasily, what you just said would be a mockery of me."

"But I'm not." Yakov said with a smile, "Or do you think Senior Vasily is better as an adjutant?"

Wang Zhong thought about it and shook his head: "No, Vasily should go to command - at least a regiment. I don't know whether he can command more troops. We have to wait and see."

Yakov nodded: "So you think I am qualified as an adjutant?"

Wang Zhong: "Of course, you are much more skilled in staff work than Vasily. After all, he was trained to be an infantry platoon leader. You are even good at carrying manure. It saves me a lot of trouble to have you around."

Yakov: “Glad to hear you say that.”

At this time, the door of the lounge opened and Emilia came in: "Dinner is ready. Admiral, don't you plan to meet with the Allied war heroes?"

Wang Zhong: "Why are you the one who notified me?"

"Because I am also a combat hero of the Allied Forces." Emilia smiled slightly, "And I hold the record for the highest number of kills in the Royal Air Force."

Wang Zhongxin thought to himself, you are just like the new humans, using a heavy machine gun to kill the attackers within three kilometers. With your shooting skills, you must be the first one to be shot down. If you are not the first one to be shot down, it means that someone else is cheating.

Wang Zhong stood up, and this action made him burp loudly. And the burp alone was not enough, a puff of foul air came out from behind him.

At times like this, you can only make a loud noise to cover it up and pretend nothing happened.

Wang Zhong: "Emilia! Does the United States have any combat heroes now? Are they from the navy?"

"Many navy soldiers, and one marine. They just landed on a small island in the Solomon Islands. The first medal winner of the Marine Corps was born. It seems that they killed more than 200 Fuso Empire soldiers with machine guns."

Wang Zhong was overjoyed: "Oh, then I want to meet this hero."

He walked out excitedly, but Yakov stopped him and said, "General! Your belt was just untied, not tied tightly."

Wang Zhong: “Ah?”

The next moment, his head shuddered and he grabbed his belt, thus avoiding a major diplomatic accident.

After tightening his belt, Wang Zhong gave Yakov a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)