Azur Lane, will there be constant gunfire after peace?

Did I kiss Bismarck indirectly?

Du Lin just felt dazed.

Seeing Dühring's expression, Bismarck also lowered his head in shame.

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

The relationship between Dühring and Bismarck was not bad, and could even be said to be close.

But over the past three years, the two have remained friendly without going any further.

On the one hand, Dühring had no such idea, and on the other hand, it was also because of Bismarck's shy personality.

Bismarck was a decisive killer on the battlefield, but in private, she was a shy and clumsy woman who was not good at expressing herself in front of Dühring.

Even after peace came, Bismarck did not dare to take that step.

From this point of view, Bismarck even envied Belfast and the head royal maid who dared to take action at this critical moment.

But today, the distance between Bismarck and Dühring was suddenly shortened.

And it was all because of a small accident.

"Cough cough..."

Du Lin cleared his throat, scratched his cheek and said:

"You're right. This curry rice... is indeed more delicious."

Is this really the case?

Du Lin didn't know. Now his tongue could no longer distinguish anything. His taste buds were completely paralyzed.

With Bismarck in front of us, who cares about the food in front of us?

At this moment, Du Lin had already forgotten about the little yellow chickens.

Of course, before completely forgetting about it, Du Lin still silently thanked these little yellow chef chickens.

Without the inedible food they served, it would have taken him and Bismarck no one know how much longer to reach this point.

Dühring's feeling towards Bismarck was very simple, that was love.

No one would reject a woman like Bismarck, who appeared heroic on the surface but was secretly extremely shy and clumsy.

A gap was accidentally opened in Bismarck's defense line, and Dühring decided to pursue the victory.

"Bismarck, as part of the courtesy, you also come..." Du Lin scooped a spoonful of food from his plate and handed it to Bismarck:

"what--"

Dühring motioned for Bismarck to open his mouth.

"...Of course, this bowl of rice is not tasty at all. It's okay if you don't want to eat it."

Dühring left room for both Bismarck and himself.

Maybe it's not a good idea to push forward too quickly, and we should take it step by step?

Just as Dühring was hesitating and wondering if he was being too aggressive, Bismarck finally spoke.

"...How awful of you to feed your subordinates food you don't like. Commander, you are such a bad person."

Bismarck seemed to be accusing, but his voice was frighteningly gentle. At this moment, the tolerance Bismarck displayed was even not inferior to that of Frederick the Great.

"There is no other way, I have to do this. Please... please don't misunderstand... this is all to make the little yellow chickens happy..."

After she finished speaking, Bismarck tucked the hair behind her ears, leaned forward and opened her moist lips.

Du Lin only felt the spoon in his hand sink, and then something soft seemed to be sweeping. That subtle feeling was clearly transmitted to Du Lin through the spoon.

With a lump in his throat, Bismarck swallowed the unpalatable rice bowl.

"...It's not as bad as the commander said."

Bismarck's face turned red, but he looked bravely at Durin.

She didn't want to stand still any longer. She wanted to respond positively to the commander's feelings.

That’s right, I will definitely not fall behind others.

After the initial shock and trance, Du Lin gradually came to his senses.

He knew that this was not a simple feeding interaction, but Bismarck's response to himself.

There was no need to make it clear in words; at this moment, Dühring and Bismarck responded to each other in perfect harmony.

At this time, the chefs' little yellow chickens, which had long been forgotten by the two parties involved, had fainted with happiness.

They witnessed with their own eyes the miraculous reaction their food produced.

The little yellow chef chickens at the other windows also noticed the situation here, and their expressions were varied and rich.

Some people feel shy because they are too involved, and some people envy the commander for being willing to eat it...

In short, the dull atmosphere in the cafeteria quietly underwent a miraculous transformation.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the cafeteria at this time.

The dozen or so diners that Du Lin and his friends saw when they first entered the cafeteria had already left early.

That is why Dühring and Bismarck were able to enjoy this heart-pounding period of peace.

If there were other people around, it would have been interrupted and ruined long ago.

"Then...it's my turn."

Bismarck barely suppressed his embarrassment and handed Durin another spoonful of curry rice.

After the first time, everything went much more smoothly afterwards.

Dühring accepted the food again without hesitation, and then fed it back to Bismarck.

It has to be said that Bismarck had a very high tolerance for food.

The rice bowl that seemed inedible to Dühring was quite good food for Bismarck.

Not to mention the bonus of Du Lin’s feeding.

Dühring and Bismarck, the two of them were quite funny, feeding each other with one spoonful each.

This scene may seem a little weird to others, but it is extremely wonderful for both parties involved.

At this moment, Dühring and Bismarck only had eyes for each other.

"...This is the last bite."

Bismarck handed the spoon to Durin again, ready to end this slightly funny feeding trip.

However, they both knew very well that from now on their relationship could never go back to the way it was, and the only option left was to take big steps forward.

Therefore, although this short-lived sweetness was about to end, Dühring and Bismarck did not have much regret.

Because they have begun to look forward to the future.

As long as the two of them can face their own hearts bravely, then shouldn't they have as many happy moments as they want?

With this thought in mind, Du Lin accepted the last bite of food.

Before they could swallow the spoonful of curry and rice, Durin and Bismarck suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Commander, sister..."

At this moment, Durin and Bismarck's smiles froze, and their mood instantly fell to the bottom.

The two turned their heads stiffly, only to see that Tirpitz had appeared in the cafeteria at some point.

Tirpitz just stood there, looking at Durin and Bismarck in shock.

She witnessed the shameful interaction firsthand.

With a "bang", the book in Tirpitz's hand fell to the ground.

Tirpitz had the habit of flipping through a few pages while eating.

"Tirpitz..."

Bismarck was the first to break the silence, and Dühring stood up and wanted to say something.

But Tirpitz did not give the two a chance. She turned around and left quickly without even picking up the book that fell on the ground.

Volume 118: Chapter Do you like the sweaty Bismarck?

"——Tirpitz!"

Bismarck stood up and shouted loudly, but he could only watch his sister disappear.

"Commander, I...I'm going to chase her. Please go back to the office first. I'm so sorry!"

Bismarck bowed his head to apologize to Dühring, then quickly chased after him.

"Bismarck!"

Du Lin wanted to follow, but thought of Bismarck's expression when he left.

What kind of expression is that?

Anxiety, self-blame, regret, worry...these complex emotions are all mixed together.

Bismarck wanted to resolve the problem with Tirpitz alone, and she did not want to involve her beloved commander.

This is a problem you created yourself, so you must solve it yourself!

"Ugh......"

Du Lin scratched his hair and finally chose to believe Bismarck.

"Jiji..."

The chefs in the cafeteria gathered around, all with worried looks on their faces.

"Don't worry, I will take care of these things."

Looking at these little guys in front of him, Du Lin smiled:

"I'm sorry that I haven't paid enough attention to you during this period. But don't worry, the cafeteria will become lively again in the future. Until that day comes, you have to persevere."

Du Lin's words stunned the chef's little yellow chickens, and then they came to their senses and jumped up, making excited "chi chi" sounds.

They had the commander's promise.

For the little yellow chickens, Du Lin is a great existence.

Since Commander Du Lin has said so, what else do they have to worry about?

At this time, a little yellow chicken looked not far away, chirping and flapping its wings towards Du Lin.

"Huh? This is..."

Durin walked forward, bent down and picked up the book that Tirpitz had dropped when he fled.

"What a thick book! Is Tirpitz the type who can read big books?"

Du Lin patted the book and sighed. At this moment, he accidentally saw the title of the book on the cover and his eyes widened.

"Tirpitz..."

Du Lin pondered for a long time, and finally picked up the food and left the cafeteria.

Instead of going anywhere else, he returned to the office.

It was just past noon and the port area had entered the hottest time of the day.

It's not yet midsummer, but the temperature is enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

Just a short journey from the cafeteria to the office, Du Lin was sweating under the scorching sun.

"Phew... Fortunately, the air conditioning system in the office has been repaired, otherwise today would have been a tough day."