Azur Lane, will there be constant gunfire after peace?

"Purpose?" Bismarck was stunned for a moment when asked this question, but she quickly reacted and answered:

"Of course it is to protect the people we cherish most and prevent the weak from being bullied."

"A very good answer." Du Lin agreed:

"So we defeated the Sirens, allowing humans to regain control of the oceans, and the originally divided regions were reconnected. The barren areas became prosperous again, and people's living conditions were greatly improved..."

Du Lin said this calmly, as if these were just trivial matters.

Yet each is an astonishing achievement.

"But besides these, I am also more concerned about everyone's happiness."

Du Lin looked at the empty restaurant:

"After the victory, everyone can finally stop fighting and enjoy life in their own way. Bismarck, isn't this also the purpose of our fight?"

"In my opinion, fighting is only a means, and the goal is for everyone to live happily together."

"If we continue to force things to go the way they have in the past, then the relationship between ends and means will become confused. This...is not the situation I want to see."

"Commander..." Bismarck savored Dühring's words.

Fighting... was never the goal.

Bismarck gradually came to an understanding.

"So Commander, what should we do..."

"Bismarck, think about it carefully. Isn't the answer in our conversation just now?" Du Lin scooped a large spoonful of rice into his mouth. The sour and sweet taste gave him a shock.

"Apart from the fact that people have more personal time, isn't it also because of the limited menu options that restaurants offer that people don't choose to come to restaurants? Think about the past three years."

Bismarck fell into reminiscence.

Over the past three years, the number of dishes in the port area has remained at ten.

Although ten options are not too few, everyone has been tired of choosing from only ten menu items for three consecutive years.

Moreover, in a state of war, the food preparation in the port area pays more attention to speed and convenience, so the taste can only be said to be above the passing line, and it is still a long way from being delicious.

Because of this, after the arrival of peacetime and with plenty of choices available, the number of customers at the port area restaurants has dropped sharply, and the current regular customers are groups like Tiexue and Beilian who are not sensitive to the deliciousness of food.

Being insensitive does not mean that you cannot taste good or bad food. If the chefs continue to cook so poorly, the few diners will gradually leave.

The evidence is Bismarck in front of Du Lin. Even Bismarck, who is not picky about food, frowned slightly after eating the curry rice in front of him.

This frown was not intentional, but a completely instinctive reaction.

This shows how bad the food standards in restaurants are nowadays.

"The new restaurant is still under construction. In the planning of the new restaurant, more abundant equipment will be introduced so that chefs can try more different dishes and enrich the menu."

Du Lin began to talk about his solution.

Volume 116: Chapter Indirect Kiss with Bismarck

"There are quite a few excellent cooks in the port area, each with their own unique skills. I can ask them to compile teaching plans and pass them on to the chefs, so that the chefs' cooking skills can also be improved."

In Du Lin's opinion, although the chefs in the port area work diligently and enthusiastically, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

"According to the plan, the new restaurant will be more comfortable and have distinct features to ensure everyone has the best dining experience."

New venue, new equipment, new teaching...

Du Lin believes that these will greatly improve the food quality in the port area.

"There will be not only meals but also a variety of desserts. Bismarck, do you like desserts?"

Bismarck was still immersed in the grand blueprint drawn by Dühring. She was awakened by Dühring's question and nodded first, then shook her head:

"...No, for me, as long as the food is edible, I...have no interest in sweets."

Bismarck said this, but her subconscious reaction just now betrayed her.

Dühring was speechless, showing his stubborn side on such a small issue, which is also the lovable side of Bismarck.

Du Lin leaned back in his chair and said with regret:

"Really? That's a shame. I was thinking about tasting delicious desserts with Bismarck then."

"what......"

Bismarck opened his mouth slightly, but finally closed it and lowered his head.

The iron-blooded leader stirred the curry rice in front of him with the spoon in his hand with such force that a harsh friction sound was made between the spoon and the plate.

"Bismarck? Are you angry?"

"...Do not."

"But the way you look now..."

"...No." Bismarck answered decisively:

"Commander, you think too much. How could I be angry about such a thing? I am not a child..."

"Uh......"

Durin looked at Bismarck, who was obviously in a bad mood at the moment.

But this result is what Du Lin wanted.

"Bismarck, although you don't like sweets, can you accompany me to taste some?" Du Lin took the initiative to invite:

"Just think of it as keeping me company. Just eat a little."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Bismarck, who was venting her anger at the curry rice just now, raised her head. Although she still had no expression on her face, the joy in her eyes could not be concealed.

"There's really nothing I can do about it." Bismarck gently pulled down the brim of his hat, as if to hide his shame:

"But since it's the commander's request, there's no reason to refuse."

Bismarck agreed.

Bismarck was more concerned about tasting it with Turin than the delicious dessert.

"That's great. I'm looking forward to the day when the new cafeteria is completed."

Du Lin felt that the atmosphere was very good. He picked up the spoon and put his rice into his mouth. The strange taste instantly ruined his mood.

Seeing Durin's bitter face, Bismarck said with concern:

"Commander, if it tastes too bad, don't eat it anymore."

Du Lin shook his head:

"No, it hasn't come to that yet. Besides, those little guys are still watching us. If we just throw away this meal, it will hurt them."

As he spoke, Durin pointed to the side, and Bismarck glanced over at him.

At the window where Durin and Bismarck had just been served meals, a few of the chefs poked their heads out and secretly looked at where the two were.

These little yellow chickens, who were just playing around, now blinked their innocent big eyes and looked at Durin and Bismarck with a little expectation.

The little yellow chickens still attach great importance to these two important figures in Hong Kong.

They hoped that the meals they cooked would satisfy Dühring and Bismarck, which would at least boost their spirits.

Bismarck softened his heart. The expectant and nervous looks of these little yellow chickens were so pitiful.

“We can’t let them down.”

Du Lin whispered, then gritted his teeth and took a few more bites.

The effect was immediate. The eyes of the little yellow chickens at the window brightened instantly. They were delighted that the food they made was enjoyed by the commander.

Du Lin's throat rolled and he took several big mouthfuls of rice. He wanted to send the food into his stomach before his tongue could taste it.

But doing so is risky.

"Cough cough!"

As expected, Du Lin choked. He pressed one hand on his throat and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Commander! Drink it now!"

Bismarck reacted quickly and handed over a glass of water.

Du Lin took it gratefully and tilted his head back to drink it down, finally swallowing the food that was blocking his throat.

"call......"

Du Lin breathed a sigh of relief and put the cup down.

Bismarck couldn't bear to see Durin continue to eat food she didn't like, but she also knew that Durin treated her companions very gently.

Since the commander doesn't want to hurt the little yellow chicken, all he can do is...

Bismarck looked at the curry rice on the plate, which he had just taken a few bites of, and after making up his mind, he suddenly raised his head:

"Commander, I...let me feed you this!"

As he spoke, Bismarck scooped a spoonful of rice stained with curry and handed it to Durin's mouth.

"Compared to your fried tomato and egg, this curry rice should be more delicious..."

Bismarck's face turned red, and his previously clear eyes now showed shame and hesitation.

Bismarck knew that such an action was unusual, or perhaps she knew deep down what the meaning behind this action might be.

Du Lin was stunned and looked at the spoon in front of him hesitantly.

"...Please don't hesitate." Bismarck said with courage:

"Those little guys...are still watching."

Since Bismarck had said so, it would be inhumane for Dühring to refuse.

“Then… you’re welcome. Ah… ah… ah…”

Du Lin stretched his neck forward, opened his mouth, and took Bismarck's spoon in his mouth a little awkwardly.

The curry rice tastes so sweet when it enters your mouth.

Is the curry rice in the dining hall in the port area so delicious? Du Lin thinks it shouldn't be.

But the curry in my mouth at this moment is so delicious.

Because this spoon was held in Bismarck's mouth not long ago.

When he thought of this, Du Lin felt that the food in his mouth tasted even better.

"Well......"

Bismarck's heart was pounding, and she looked at the handle of the spoon in her hand, feeling as if she were in a dream.

The commander held the spoon he had just used in his mouth?

Isn't this just...indirect kissing?

At this moment, Bismarck had a very girlish thought in his mind.

Indirect kiss, with the commander...

Just thinking about this, Bismarck's heart began to beat a little painfully.

The little yellow chickens nearby were even more excited when they saw this. Some of them covered their eyes, while others jumped up and down.

They know exactly what feeding means.

"Jiji!"

It seems that the commander is very satisfied with our meal!

Volume 117: Chapter The End of the Sweet Moment

Du Lin's kindness to the yellow chickens brought about unexpected results.

The spoon was taken away and Du Lin swallowed the food.