The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

After all, if they have established a good relationship, then this is a big customer. The bosses have an idea of ​​how much the customer's expenses are, and this is also a long-term and stable customer.

Due to the boss's enthusiasm, Ren Anhe could only accept the numbers 6⑨4⑨③⑥135 of the Night Raid Group with some embarrassment. After reporting the number, the boss immediately ordered the warehouse guys to pack them and also gave away a lot of packaged gift boxes.

The next step was when the money and goods were settled. Belfast paid the money and put all the dragon snake fruits into the ship's space. Then he and Ren Anhe started buying vegetables and meat here to prepare the ingredients for Christmas Eve.

Because of the existence of the ship equipment space, the scene in which one could not carry away a lot of things purchased or deliver them to the port area did not happen as imagined.

Even until the last moment of purchasing, the two people still came back empty-handed.

After shopping around and buying everything they needed, the two left the wholesale market.

Ren Anhe looked up at the sky which had become completely bright. The snow had stopped for a while. Looking at the clearing sky, Ren Anhe spoke with some nostalgia:

"Back then, I often lived this kind of life. I had to get up early every morning to buy groceries and cook, and then take care of Sister Eugen."

Belfast listened to Ren Anhe's words. Although he was missing her and the master was just sighing, why did he feel so sad? Moreover, this sister was so despicable that she had to take care of such a young child.

If his family wasn't rich since he was young, I would have thought that he was a child from a poor family who had to grow up early. This is simply... being forced to cook for himself.

When he was a child, Ren Anhe lived like a kid born in the 00s in old history.

Who is the guardian and who is the parent?

Get in the car and prepare to return to the port area.

We continued chatting on the way.

Ren Anhe really knew nothing about these festivals that he was not interested in. He asked:

"Befa, why do we have to buy dragon apples when buying apples? Can't ordinary Red Fuji apples be used? Dragon apples are not delicious..."

Ren Anhe had eaten dragon snake fruit before, when he was a child. On a whim, he thought that this fruit was really beautiful, and its color was deep red, which looked very appetizing.

So I bought some to try on the way home from school.

When I bought it, the price was much higher than other apples. Ren Anhe thought, this one is expensive for a reason, right? It must be delicious, right?

You see, the same goes for watermelons. As long as they are not those weird ones like pure white or square watermelons, the more expensive they are, the better they taste.

What was the result? After I bought it, the texture was too mushy and not very sweet. The taste was very strange. At least Ren An and I couldn't force ourselves to eat the whole thing.

Then Ren Anhe understood a truth: cheap products are not good, but expensive products may also be rip-offs.

That's why Ren Anhe had this question.

"Maybe it's because she's pretty, and that fits the meaning of a peaceful and prosperous Christmas better?"

Belfast was also a little hesitant and put forward his own guess.

miss you.

Ren Anhe thought about it and thought, “Red, it is indeed quite popular, maybe”, and he didn’t go into it any further.

Anyway, it's just for the moral and for everyone to have fun.

To be honest, people in Hong Kong don’t really like to eat apples. Most girls like to eat oranges…

Because we are at sea? There are always oranges on board?

maybe.

In short, the things were bought, and Ren Anhe asked tentatively:

"Befa, when the time comes to prepare the feast, do you need my help?"

Belfast shook her head firmly: "If the master needs to cook by himself, then it would be the fault of the maids like me."

"Okay..." Ren Anhe was a little disappointed, "Why can everyone cook a dish that they are good at, but I can't?"

"Because you are the commander, you are my master." Belfast explained with a smile.

"But everyone is doing things, and I'm the only one not doing anything. It always feels a bit awkward," said Ren Anhe.

Belfast said, "It has been arranged long ago. While we are preparing for the dinner, the ladies and young ladies who are unable to cook due to some force majeure will accompany you to put the final touches on the Christmas tree."

Ren Anhe: “…”

I know, young ladies... If it's for young ladies, why don't you just name Albion?

160. Christmas Eve

In the lounge at the port, Albion seemed a little depressed.

There were curious little ones running around all around.

Ren Anhe came over with two glasses of milk, placing one in front of Albion and drinking the other in small sips.

He asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Why are you so glum on Christmas Eve?"

Albion shook his head: "Nothing, Commander..."

"Tell me about it. I am your commander after all. Besides, maybe you will feel better if you tell me about it."

Albion opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Well, about cooking. You won't let me enter the kitchen...even if I cut vegetables?"

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Ren Anhe's forehead, and then he laughed dryly and said, "Maybe it's because the kitchen in the port area is a little small?"

In fact, this is not the reason. The kitchen in the port area is still very large.

Even when one or two people are working alone, it can seem a bit empty.

But, this girl, Albion, can’t be said to just be unable to cook.

It can even be said that the vegetables cannot be cut.

Because last time, this girl volunteered to run into the kitchen, saying that she wanted to help Belfast cook. If that didn't work, she could just cut the vegetables...

Belfast thought that there shouldn't be any problem with cutting vegetables, so he let her do it.

After the vegetables were cut, there was a temporary commission and Albion was required to run a trip. Then Albion said goodbye to Belfast and left.

When Belfast needed the cut vegetables, he was speechless when he saw the "vegetables" were so dry.

Ask her to shred potatoes, and what comes out? Potato cubes?

Moreover, they are of different sizes, and some pieces can even be said to be the size difference between Kashino and Saratoga.

Just, it's outrageous.

But what’s even more outrageous is yet to come.

When Belfast sighed and wanted to rescue all the cut vegetables and the like, he just picked up the knife.

There was only the handle of the knife left in his hand, and the blade fell on the table.

Immediately afterwards...

The collision between the blade and the table directly caused the newly bought table to split in half.

At the same time, Belfast's calm heart was also broken.

No, is this dark power or inch power? You are not a ship girl from Donghuang, how do you know these things?

Besides, cutting vegetables does not mean you have to cut the table and the knife.

After that, every time Albion wanted to help in the kitchen, Belfast would simply refuse and not give Albion any chance to enter the kitchen.

Looking at the frustrated Albion in front of him, Ren Anhe searched the ink in his stomach and explained dryly:

"Maybe it's because there's no need for people in Belfast? Look, wasn't I kicked out too?"

Albion was skeptical: "Really?"

Ren Anhe nodded quickly and said sincerely, "Of course."

He heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Albion didn't know the real reason why Belfast didn't let him cook, otherwise it would be difficult to coax him.

Ren Anhe changed the subject while the iron was hot: "But you see, the lounge has such a warm and festive atmosphere, and this is all thanks to you, thanks to you and the children who helped decorate it."

"Well, very good." Ren Anhe added at the end.

Albion was also a little embarrassed: "Hehe, Commander, you are too kind."

Ren Anhe smiled and looked at the big Christmas tree in the lounge.

The overall shape of the Christmas tree was created by Belfast, Scylla and Charybdis, but the small decorations on it were made by the little guys themselves.

So it looks a bit... childish?

But it still looks very beautiful.

Under the Christmas tree are piles of gift boxes.

Some time later, Scylla came to the port area and secretly placed it there.

Each gift box has a label on it, so you can tell at a glance whose gift it is.

But at this time, it is pressed down, and it will give everyone a surprise when it’s time to eat.

The little ones thought that these boxes were decorations or boxes containing peace apples, so they didn't touch them.

In order to cater to the festive atmosphere, the stove-shaped LED screen also creates an image of a firewood pile. Combined with its own heating, it gives a feeling of celebrating the festival around the fire.

Next to the "fire" is a gingerbread house being made.

Needless to say, it must have been the work of the two head maids in the port area and Scylla.

I can only say that having two maids at home is really convenient.

"No. 1, today is Christmas, have you prepared any gifts for us?"

Xiao Chicheng jumped in front of Ren Anhe impatiently.

Ren Anhe was not ready to reveal the surprise in advance, so he pretended to be mysterious and said, "Xiao Chicheng, it's not the time yet."

Xiao Akagi curled his lips: "What a riddle man, he is really annoying."

Ren Anhe felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, but there was nothing he could do. He definitely couldn't let you know about this surprise.

Moreover, this standard of speaking half of something is something I learned from your sister Amagi and my sister Eugen.

Is this... a tradition in Hong Kong?

It’s decided, from now on our port area will be called... Riddler’s Port Area!

Little Akagi looked like he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, but little Amagi, as his master, came over attentively and took his sister away.

"Little Akagi, please don't cause trouble for the master."

Xiao Chicheng curled his lips, a little annoyed, but still did not continue to pester because of Xiao Tiancheng's tyranny.

Hamanman and Tashkent were playing cards together very comfortably. Well, these two little guys could only play fishing.

To be precise, it was Haman who knew how to do it.

Originally, Tashkent knew little about card games, but thanks to his drinking buddy Binjiang who knew everything, it has only been a short time since Tashkent learned a thing or two about all these games.

For this, Binjiang was often criticized and educated by York City and Tiancheng.

How can you teach children these things?

"Well, when is dinner?"

Little Akagi looked a little dejected, with his tail drooping down, looking listless.

Ren Anhe said, "It will be soon."

The original plan was for everyone to get together and play a game like Monopoly, but that didn't work out.

Hey, how about playing a thrilling game of Gwent?

But it was time to eat, and when I went to eat in the middle of playing, I always felt like my heart was being pawed by a cat.

So the little ones endured it.

After dinner, play freely. Today is a rare holiday and the adults don’t care whether the kids stay up all night or not.

"Are you ready for what to play next?"

Xiao Tiancheng secretly pulled Haman.

Harman thought for a moment and said, "Well, shall we play Perfect Life? Or Monopoly?"

"It's all right...it depends on what Akagi-chan and the others want to play."

"But Tashkent may not play with us." Harman expressed his concerns.

After all, Tashkent might want to celebrate with the adults by drinking.