Azur Lane, will there be constant gunfire after peace?

Even on a scorching day, Bismarck, who adhered to military standards, still wore a black military uniform, which seemed to absorb a lot of heat.

However, unlike his sister Tirpitz's tight uniform, Bismarck's uniform was cooler.

Although the arms and upper body are tightly wrapped, the armpits and the surrounding triangular area are exposed just right.

A small piece of white suddenly appears in the vast expanse of black, which in some ways makes it more eye-catching.

Because the secretary's work position was on the side of Durin's main desk, Durin happened to see Bismarck's three-quarter silhouette from this angle.

Bismarck, who was handling affairs, didn't know that her simple movement of raising her hand was seen by Durin.

Bismarck had an excellent figure. The pair of snow rabbits on his chest were not as breathtaking as those of Frederick the Great, but they were also spectacular.

Because of this, even though it was just a small area under the armpit, Bismarck's side breasts were still squeezed out.

Was it so that Bismarck dressed so modestly?

Du Lin was a little dazed, deeply aware of his previous ignorance and failure to notice such a wonderful place.

Not only are her side breasts eye-catching, but Bismarck's armpits themselves are extremely attractive.

Bismarck's armpits were very clean, without a single hair.

Unlike the surrounding snow-white skin, the flesh under the armpits appears softer and even has a faint pink color.

It's a bit obscene to say, but just looking at this armpit of Du Lin is enough... ahem.

No, I can't read on.

Du Lin tried to shift his attention to other things.

"Bismarck, come to think of it, you haven't answered me why you stayed up late last night. Do you also have insomnia?"

Dühring asked with great interest, but Bismarck just raised his head and said in a very serious tone:

"Commander, please don't disturb me while I'm working."

Unlike before, Bismarck showed a strong sense of oppression when she said this. At this moment, she was completely in working mode.

This unquestionable statement made Du Lin feel a chill in his heart, and he stopped talking immediately.

Bismarck was even more severe in his work than Tirpitz.

The port area is a country of its own, affecting the lives of hundreds of people. Many of these ship girls have strange ideas and will cause considerable trouble from time to time.

Therefore, the number of various briefings and application reports every day is quite large.

Not to mention that the port area is still under construction, with the procurement and production of various materials, the construction of various facilities, etc. Detailed documents will be submitted to the office at each stage.

But for Bismarck, dealing with these things was not difficult.

"call......"

After a period of intense work, Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief.

I have finally finished most of today's work.

Du Lin, who had been doing nothing for a long time, was moved when he saw this:

"Bismarck, it's time for lunch. Let's go to the restaurant together."

Bismarck looked at the time and nodded slightly:

"Yes, after all, we still need to replenish supplies after the battle."

Do you face the mountains of books and the sea of ​​literature with a fighting spirit? This is Bismarck's style.

In fact, Du Lin could have asked the little yellow chicken to deliver lunch from the restaurant to his office, as he often did before.

But he was already bored today, and Du Lin hadn't been to the restaurant for a while.

In this way, Durin and Bismarck walked together. They left the office building and walked slowly towards the restaurant.

The restaurant in the port area is located in the southwest corner of the administrative island and is a single-story building covering a large area.

In the tense war state of the past three years, this is one of the few places where people can take a breath.

After all, even a warrior can't help but relax when enjoying food.

"It's really strange. It's lunch time, why are there so few people in the restaurant?"

When he arrived at the door of the restaurant, Du Lin noticed that there were not many people.

This was very different from the scene he had previously imagined.

Bismarck sighed:

"After the war, everyone was much more relaxed. Everyone had different preferences for work and rest, and there was plenty of time, so many people solved their own eating problems."

Bismarck frowned slightly when he said this:

"That being said, we are too lax. If the Sirens come again, we will suffer a lot."

"Don't worry. Even if the Siren appears again, I can rest assured knowing that you, Bismarck, are here." Du Lin joked with a smile.

It felt good to be trusted, but Bismarck still shook his head slightly:

"...It's all because of you, Commander, who took the lead. Sigh..."

Although he sighed, Bismarck finally smiled.

The two of them walked into the cafeteria while talking. On both sides of the huge cafeteria were windows for picking up and serving meals, and the open space in the middle was filled with a large number of integrated tables and chairs.

The cafeteria today is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. More than half of the ten windows on both sides are idle, and there are only a handful of people in front of the few remaining windows.

As for the diners who sat down to eat after ordering their meals, there were very few of them. Du Lin could only see about a dozen of them at a glance.

Most of these dozen people are ship girls from the Iron Blood camp.

"Oh?"

Durin held his chin with one hand and looked at Bismarck thoughtfully.

Bismarck explained:

"Commander, the Iron Blood Faction emphasizes efficiency. From the perspective of efficiency, centralized food supply is the most reasonable choice, so... that's why there are so many Iron Blood people."

"It's not because the Iron Blood doesn't have delicious food."

Bismarck seemed to be making an excuse, but his excuse was rather weak and feeble, which only confirmed the rumor in Hong Kong that “there is no food in a land of iron and blood”.

The ship girls from other camps now like to cook their own meals internally. Even the Royal Camp has the elites of the maid team to take charge.

There is no need to say much about Donghuang. The simple home-cooked dishes can make Du Lin linger.

As for Iron Blood...it seems that there is indeed no ship girl who is famous for making delicious food.

At least Du Lin couldn't think of anything from the port area for a while.

Even for Frederick the Great, all she could do was prepare some simple meals, and this was only achieved under the strong inspiration of her maternal love.

"It doesn't matter." Du Lin looked at Bismarck with warm eyes:

"I respect everyone's choice."

Bismarck felt powerless and had no confidence to refute on this issue.

I hope the Commander doesn't have any strange impression of Iron Blood.

With this thought in mind, Dühring and Bismarck came to the window to get their meals.

When the food behind the window came into view, even Du Lin couldn't hold back.

He suddenly understood why everyone was reluctant to come to the cafeteria for meals.

Volume 115: Chapter : The Bad Restaurant

"Is this...the cafeteria food nowadays?"

Du Lin chose a simple tomato and egg rice bowl, but what he saw was a plate of tomato and egg rice bowl.

There seems to be no difference between the two, but in fact there is a huge difference.

"How is this going?"

Du Lin couldn't help but ask the little yellow chicken chef behind the window.

Behind the glass window, a few little yellow chickens dressed as chefs twisted their plump, round bodies, shook their heads, and sighed deeply.

These companion creatures of the ship equipment are very intelligent, but now these chefs in front of Du Lin seem to have no motivation.

Even Du Lin could see that these capable little guys were now working without putting in any effort.

In Du Lin's memory, the food in the cafeteria was not exquisite before, but it was not as bad as it is now.

Bismarck looked at the little yellow chickens, which were chirping and making some sounds that Du Lin could not understand.

This is also the magic of the yellow chicken. The ship girls can understand the language of these little guys. After all, in essence, the ship girls are also born from the mind cube.

This ability made Du Lin quite envious.

"I see......"

Bismarck nodded repeatedly:

"...I understand. Well, don't worry, I will help pass on the message to the commander."

"Chichi!!"

A few listless yellow chef chickens finally became a little more excited and perked up.

Finally, Dühring and Bismarck came to a place and sat down with the food they ordered.

As soon as he sat down, Du Lin couldn't help asking:

"What did the yellow chicken say?"

Bismarck stirred the curry rice in front of him with a spoon and said hesitantly:

"They said that there are fewer and fewer customers coming to dine in recently, and they have no motivation to cook properly."

For the all-purpose little yellow chicken in the port area, the work he is responsible for is a very sacred and valuable thing.

However, as the number of customers coming to dine in gradually decreases, the enthusiasm of the chefs in these restaurants has suffered a severe blow.

Some of the chefs even sneaked over to the construction site, after all, the work there is now more lively.

Those who stayed behind were also absent-minded, providing only the most basic meals every day, giving people a sense of self-abandonment.

Du Lin was stunned at first after hearing this.

Are there really people who love working?!

Aren’t these little yellow chickens so...hardworking?

If Du Lin were to take charge of the cooking, he would actually be secretly happy if there were fewer and fewer customers, after all, it would save him time to slack off.

But these little yellow chef chickens are different. They hope to have more and more diners. After all, that will give them a sense of accomplishment.

Thinking of this, Du Lin couldn't help but respect these little guys.

If the ship girls are a high-rise building, then the hundreds of little yellow chickens in the port area are the foundation supporting this building.

They are omnipotent and are responsible for all the trivial tasks of port maintenance. They are the strongest backing for Durin and the ship girls to fight with peace of mind.

From large-scale expansion projects to the construction of flowers and plants in the port area...these yellow chickens are capable of doing all the tasks and they do a good job.

It can be said that the yellow chickens are also reliable companions of Durin and the ship girls.

The poor performance of the chef little yellow chickens made Du Lin start to think, and he also wanted to do something for these little yellow chickens.

Bismarck saw what Durin was thinking and suggested:

"Commander, why don't you give the order to restore the previous wartime schedule, so that everyone can gather here to eat again."

At this point, Bismarck's eyes became sharp, and a chilling aura burst out from his body.

This was the best option for Bismarck, as it would help cheer up the people who were gradually becoming disorganized.

However, Du Lin shook his head and rejected the proposal.

"Bismarck, what are we fighting for?"