Azur Lane: There’s something very wrong with this commander

Question, what kind of experience is it to cook authentic Donghuang food for White Eagle's ship lady in the port area of White Eagle?

I said, if you are so fascinated, why don't you help me bring these dishes to the table?"

Yang Xiankang wiped his hands, and turned his head helplessly to look at the three major and three small ones staring at him, a total of six.

"Anyway, it's normal for Cleveland to be here, but why are Mavis and the Stove God there?

Mavis replied decisively

, "It's not just the two of us in the hospital, if any of the ship's girls are seriously injured, someone will naturally come to the goddess of the hearth." But it's okay if you don't look at the pot, it won't be pasted, will it?"

"If you help me bring these dishes over, they won't be pasty."

Yang Xiankang pursed his lips and reluctantly turned around to look at the time.

"Almost.

Although he didn't know why they had to gather around and watch themselves cook, Yang Xiankang still opened the lid of the clay pot on the stove...

The fragrance sealed by the pot lid and wet towel poured out in an instant, and the sweet fragrance conquered the sense of smell of several people present in an instant.

Five ship girls plus a commander, the six of them all closed their eyes and took a deep breath, as if intoxicated.

Yang Xiankang calmly moved the pieces of meat in the pot to the plate, turned around, grabbed the ears of the pot with one hand, scooped a spoonful of soup with the other, and poured it evenly on the meat.

Mahjong-sized pieces of meat sway on the plate, and the thickened soup drizzles down the meat to create a visual delicacy that is more than fragrant.

Obviously, the thickness of the fat is quite solid, but both the sight and smell make people strongly want to take a big bite.

McCall's eyes widened, and he looked down at a third of the crème brûlée he had eaten in his hand.

This was also made by Yang Xiankang on the spot, but now it looks like... Not so tasty?"

Seafood soup. Wiping

his hands, Yang Xiankang sighed helplessly.

"Are you really going to just watch here?"

the few people came back to their senses at once, and Javelin hurriedly picked up the fish soup and trotted to the table.

The others also moved their hands and feet quickly, and one dish at a time was quickly brought to the table.

Back to the pot meat, shredded bamboo shoots, pot wrapped meat, sweet and sour pork ribs, white chopped chicken.

In order to ensure the dining experience of several people, the dishes chosen are not the kind of dishes with strong flavors.

In particular, dishes such as boiled fish did not even enter the menu this time.

It's not that heavy dishes aren't tasty, but it's obvious that these people suddenly find it difficult to accept that kind of taste directly.

Food is meant to be enjoyed, and it is inexplicable that only those who can satisfy the person who eats it can be called food, rather than pursuing excitement for the sake of showing off their skills.

Add the braised pork and seafood soup at the end, and the main dish of the meal is complete.

There are also things like crème brûlée, but that's just for dessert and snack.

After all, it's a newly bought oven and steamer, so you always have to test the effect.

But it turned out to be obvious, the pudding had already been eaten by McCall for three!

lobster seafood soup that was white because of the cream, braised pork with red and red and green with back to the pot.

Each dish has its own visual effect, and while it is not too deliberately presented, it is extraordinarily enticing.

At the moment when Yang Xiankang said that he could do it, McCall and Craven did not hesitate to extend their forks to the braised pork that came out of the pot at the end.

However, seeing their movements, Yang Xiankang couldn't help laughing.

There is no way for a fork to get the braised pork into the bowl!

As expected, the fork easily inserts the pieces of meat, and then the thick-looking pieces of meat break up as they exert themselves.

The fork came out of the lump of meat on its own, only the smell of the flesh that became stronger made the surprised expressions of the two of them even more interesting.

The charm of the food is incomparably huge, and in this direction, whether it is the White Eagle or the Royal Family, it is a small weak chicken with no combat effectiveness in front of Donghuang!

Although there are a lot of dishes and each dish is full of ingredients, it is still eaten in the end.

The only thing left is lobster and seafood soup, probably because this dish is a relatively easy type to eat here.

Of course, it could also be because they couldn't drink the soup anymore.

Even the female stove god was completely overwhelmed this meal.

However, it was quite interesting to watch the goddess of the hearth, dressed in the style of a nun, muttering about the need for moderation and balanced nutrition, while putting chicken pieces stained with a secret sauce in her mouth.

"I don't think you'd better be a commander and just become a chef! Minato needs people like you very much!"

Mavis said weakly, leaning on the table with her head sideways as she spoke, gently poking her fingers at Yang Xiankang, who was sitting next to her.

The latter smiled slightly and shook his head helplessly.

"That's not good, they've already said that they want to be commanders, and there's no room for repentance.

"So, why don't I go to your Minato area to be a doctor?"

"I don't have a Minato."

"Sooner or later, it will happen.

Mavis smiled, and suddenly sighed again.

"However, I didn't expect you to be so willful after agreeing to become a commander. Before Cleveland came to me, I was interrogated by the company.

Hearing this, the female stove god suddenly became interested and looked at Yang Xiankang seriously:

"Ah, speaking of this. No, Yang..."

"By the way, the javelin has only been here for a long time, and it will inevitably be injured when I train later, I don't know if I can ask the female Stove God to help treat it?"

"

Whew, it's not good to eat cake at night... Ah, only this once!"

The Stove God was about to refuse, but was defeated at the speed of light under the shocked and lost gaze of her own commander.

Everyone else couldn't help but laugh, except for Cleveland who raised his hand and tapped McCall's head, who was quietly trying to get the fourth pudding.

"Can't eat anymore.

McCall pouted disapprovingly, then pulled a popsicle from his ship's space and put it in his mouth.

Worthy of McCall.

Yang Xiankang smiled, but his gaze turned to Cleveland.

Ever since after eating, Cleveland has been a little worried.

Although he didn't know what she was thinking, Yang Xiankang felt that it had something to do with his stubborn desire to go to QX-306.

He deliberately avoided the topic, as Cleveland would have had a hard time if he had insisted that he should not be allowed to do so.