The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

Be sure to seize it!

"So is it too late? Otherwise, you can stay here and wait for me to settle down?" Huang Chen said. It's such a big dessert shop. If you pack it up now and leave tomorrow, it won't be in time, right?

"Ah? There's still time." Dunkirk came to his senses and decided to seize this opportunity.

Even if some things are not wanted, they still have to follow the commander. How long will it take for him to settle down? Who knows how many ship girls the commander will have found by then?

"It's not much actually. It can be cleaned up quickly." Dunkirk explained.

"Then what should we do with this shop?" Huang Chen looked around. It was full of traces of life. The chairs were neat but old-fashioned, and the white wall tiles were a little yellow, indicating that they had been here for a long time. "Isn't this shop rented? Are they going to give it up?"

It can’t be sold in one night.

"It's mine." Dunkirk nodded. "But Jean Bart and the others are still out there, so I have to keep it."

"Jean Bart?" Huang Chen raised his eyebrows. As the saying goes, T1 comes and goes, but 82 remains forever.

This is about Jean Bart. In fact, there are many things worth mentioning about Jean Bart, such as the only "free" pre-loaded cannon in the game.

But Huang Chen himself is a casual player and doesn't care much about these things. He just takes a look casually.

But sometimes when I look through the lists published by some big guys, I can’t help but be surprised.

The cannon team was in a state of extreme internal competition, with countless waves behind them appearing and knocking the waves in front of them to the beach.

The T0 on the leaderboard is different. The previous god of war will soon retreat to T1 and then enter the sub-list.

Under such circumstances, Jean Bart firmly holds the position of T1. Others are just passing through T1, but she regards this place as her home!

Huang Chen was naturally impressed by this, but that was all.

It's not a wedding ship. First of all, T1 is T1 after all. Secondly, the XP system is not connected. The first point is easy to say, but the second point is impossible to solve. After all, strength is a temporary thing, but beauty is a lifelong thing.

Chapter 023 Dunkirk Cake

But now, after hearing Dunkirk's words, the thought of meeting her still came to her mind. After all, she was her own ship girl. "Jean Bart is here too?"

"Not just Jean Bart," said Dunkirk, "but also Algeria and Gascony, but they don't like to stay here all the time, so they all went out."

"Out? When will you be back?"

"I don't know." Dunkirk shook his head and gave a helpless smile. "They like to travel, become mercenaries, or go on adventures. Basically, they travel all over the world. La Galissonnière used to be with them, but lately she's gotten into baking and hasn't been out."

"Sometimes he comes back in a few months, sometimes in a year or two. Kanmusu actually don't have a big concept of time."

"Is that so..." Huang Chen nodded, "Any news about other people? For example, news about Free Iris?"

"As for Iris... maybe Jean Bart knows? No one else knows." Dunkirk looked up at the clock on the wall. "Commander, wait a moment. The cake is almost ready. I'll get it out."

"Ah, okay, go ahead!" Watching Dunkirk disappear behind the counter, Huang Chen turned his gaze to Essex beside him, and suddenly slapped her on the shoulder, "Jiaozi, what are you doing!"

"Ah? Me!" Essex was still in deep thought and was startled by the sudden heavy blow. He looked around and found that everyone else was gone. Finally, he looked at Huang Chen, whose face was as gloomy as water, and shrank his head in fear.

"I didn't mean it..." She realized what had happened. She naturally understood Huang Chen's previous hint and had wanted to explain it nicely.

I didn't expect that I would be confused when I saw the first Evil whose temperament changed drastically. I kept wondering how Evil became like this, and then I forgot everything else.

Now that everyone else is gone, nothing will happen, right?

"The one with short pink hair is Tartu, and the one with long hair is Walkerlan!" She hurriedly leaned over to Huang Chen's ear and said.

"It's too late to say it now!" Huang Chen said in a low voice.

Essex felt a chill in his heart. The commander's tone was so harsh. Had he been exposed? Were Walkerlan and Tartu sad? Was the commander angry?

Thinking of this, she walked up to Huang Chen with her head lowered, her face full of guilt.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. I've told you everything about Dunkirk." Huang Chen laughed. Jiaozi looked so cute with a guilty look on his face, but he still remembered Walkerlan's example and didn't dare to tease him too much.

"Commander, the cake is here!" Dunkirk came out with a large plate filled with various desserts. In addition to the macarons and Mont Blanc mentioned earlier, there were many other varieties.

"Commander, please try it. It's very good. Don't be disgusted by it, Essex!" Dunkirk put the plate on the table and greeted the two of them.

"Wow~ delicious!" Essex picked up one and exclaimed.

Huang Chen also took a shell-shaped thing, put it in his mouth, and then raised his eyebrows slightly. It tasted really good.

To be honest, he really didn't believe that Dunkirk's cake could be that delicious. After all, in his opinion, how delicious could cake be?

It's nothing more than dessert, soft, and with various jam flavors.

It tastes good, but that’s just how it is. How can it be said to be heavenly?

Now Dunkirk told him that he could really go to heaven.

When you take a bite, it feels like you are not biting anything, but when your teeth close together, you can clearly feel it is crispy and you can feel the reality of eating something.

Then the flavors blossom on the tongue, first the rich egg flavor, then the sweetness hidden behind it.

There were other flavors as well, but Huang Chen couldn't tell. But when he swallowed the cake, he felt a surge of comfort, an inexplicable sense of pleasure spreading throughout his body. He leaned back in his chair, becoming languid.

"It's so delicious." Huang Chen didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Some people say that the worst evaluation Chinese people can give to a dessert is that it is too sweet, and the best evaluation is that it is not sweet at all.

But if he just said it was not sweet, it would be too biased, but he couldn't find any other words, so he could only keep repeating that it was delicious, and then picked up another one and put it in his mouth.

"This is a Madeleine cake, also known as a shell cake." Dunkirk brought over a teapot and poured out a few cups of tea. "Commander, you can try something else."

She didn't eat it, but just looked at Huang Chen with a smile on her face. It was undoubtedly gratifying that the dessert she made by herself was liked by someone, especially an important person.

Just seeing the smile on his face was enough.

"That's amazing..." Huang Chen ate quite a bit and stopped only when he felt a little full. He took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

It turns out that the desserts in Dunkirk are so amazing. I’ve really broadened my horizons.

I didn't have much hope at first, and lunch was delicious, but now there's not much room in my stomach, which is a pity.

Then he thought, if Dunkirk, who loves making desserts, is already so accomplished, then what about Yixian's cooking skills? Just how advanced is he?

What a delicious delicacy that is!

I don’t dare to think about it.

But anyway, I am looking forward to it.

"Commander, aren't you going to eat anymore?" There was still a lot of dessert left on the plate. Dunkirk looked at Huang Chen with some concern. Could it be that it was not to his liking?

"I can't eat anymore. I haven't had lunch for long." Huang Chen rubbed his stomach and continued the previous topic, "How long have Jean Bart and the others been out?"

"This time... he's been gone for three months, right?" Dunkirk calculated the time. "Sometimes he's back in three months. Sometimes it's a year or two."

"Is that so..." Huang Chen lay back on the chair like a salted fish, "Then I definitely can't wait."

"I plan to leave the dessert shop behind and write down what happened to the commander and the subsequent intelligence so they can read it when they return."

"Yeah." Huang Chen nodded. There was nothing he could do about it.

The technological level of this world is probably the same as that of the mid-twentieth century in Huang Chen's previous life. In any case, there are no mobile phones.

There are landlines, but they are expensive and only work within the same region. Inter-regional instant messaging is available, but it's not something most people can afford.

I heard that there is advanced technology in the port area, and even communicators similar to mobile phones, but I have never seen them.

The most common methods used by ordinary people are mailing and faxing for urgent matters.

Otherwise, Huang Chen wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. If he had the same internet skills as in his previous life, he could just buy some internet trolls, hype himself up online, and make a few famous people to ensure that all the ship girls knew he was back.

It wasn't as troublesome as it is now?

Jean Bart was out and didn't know which city they were in, nor could he contact them, so he could only leave a letter for them.

In fact, when he and Essex and the others left Wind City, they also left a letter in the original port area. What if someone else went back?

At this moment, Bumblebee suddenly opened the door, "Commander! Oh no! There are no more tickets!"

Chapter 024 Wait a minute

Bumblebee and La Galissonnière went together to buy the boat tickets.

After all, it is a cruise ship, a passenger ship. You can't just bring as many companions as you want.

You need a boat ticket to go up.

But unexpectedly, when Bumblebee and La Galissonnière rushed over, there were no tickets left.

Even if other ships traveling with us don't have any tickets, we have to wait a week for other tickets, which is for another cruise ship sailing from Silke.

In fact, this is normal. Tickets for long-distance cruises are pre-sold one month in advance, so you won’t be able to buy them if you wait until the ship is about to depart.

"No more." Before Dunkirk could say anything, Huang Chen had already frowned.

He hadn't thought so much about it before, thinking that packing up was the most troublesome thing, but he didn't expect there would be this.

"Or else..." Huang Chen looked up and wanted to say, "Or you can take the next bus," but he swallowed the words back.

The girls were so excited that they wanted to leave with you without a second thought, and gave up the dessert shop they had run for many years without hesitation.

I didn't mind if I only had one night to pack, or if I couldn't go on the picnic I'd been looking forward to for a long time. I had to follow the commander no matter what.

How could he easily say, "Wait for the next boat?"

Yes, he is the commander. If he says it, the shipgirl will definitely agree.

It's not that sad, but there is definitely a little bit of melancholy and sadness.

Is that all there is?

"Ah? Can't go with the commander?" Walkerlan suddenly appeared at some point and said in surprise and sadness.

"There's nothing we can do. There are no more tickets." Dunkirk nodded silently and comforted her.

"How boring!" La Galissonnier leaned against the door with a somewhat cold expression.

"We can sail behind the cruise ship, right? It's only for a week, no problem." Walkeran racked his brains to come up with a solution. "How about serving as a guard? I'm very capable, the captain will definitely not refuse!"

"Silly boy." Dunkirk sighed. Sailing, of course, was just a joke. As escorts... why would they hire these extra guards? Was he threatening them?

"Commander, is this okay?" Walkerlan looked at Huang Chen pitifully again, his ahoge drooping.

Huang Chen touched her head and smiled. How could he bear to abandon a little cutie like you like this?

He looked at Essex, who was also frowning, at a loss. "Jiaozi, do you think we can still catch the next flight?"

"What? The next one?" Essex blinked, and everyone's eyes lit up. Is the commander willing to wait a little longer?

"Shall we take the next boat? Isn't there another one in a week?" Huang Chen said. This would of course waste some time, but it was no big deal.

"If it's just a week, it's no problem." Essex thought about it and nodded.

"It's decided! In that case." Huang Chen squatted down to be eye-level with Walkerlan, "Then let's take the next flight together! We'll go pack our luggage on the ship later."

Then he wiped away the tears on Walkerlan's face. He wasn't actually crying, but his eyes were a little red. He smiled and said, "I'm going to stay here for a week. Are you welcome, Walkerlan?"

"Well, welcome, welcome." Walkeran nodded with a smile. After all, she was a little girl and her mood changed quickly.

"Is the room cleaned up? Why did you come down?" Huang Chen asked.

"Not yet. I wanted to ask Sister Dunkirk if she has any boxes. They're almost full." Walkeran shook his head.

"Boxes?" Dunkirk thought for a moment. "I do need some. I need to buy a few."

"I'll go." La Galissonnier walked aside and picked up a piece of cake. "I'll just go buy the ticket for the next trip."

"In that case, I'll go too and pack up your luggage." Bumblebee scratched his head. "Commander, do you want to come with us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt several eyes in the room falling on her, a cold feeling that made people concerned.

I looked at Essex. If it wasn't her, then who was it?

"Please help me carry it. It's not much." Huang Chen shook his head, then frowned. It was so strange. Why did he feel uncomfortable just now?

"Where are the dumplings?" Bumblebee asked again.

Strangely enough, that gaze became friendly.

"Don't call me Dumpling!" Essex objected subconsciously at first, then thought for a moment, "I'd better go, I have some things to pack."

"What's the matter? Didn't the commander also call you Dumpling?"