After dusk, Sun Wen went to the canal room that had been prepared long ago with some inexplicable blowing snow and a look of anticipation, and watched the two little girls keep their distance from each other and enter the inside, he didn't have any other thoughts, but just told a few more words to get along with the two of them and left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Taking advantage of the two little girls' staring in the canal room, Sun Wen took the time to go back to the main building to prepare food a little, after all, he finally spent the first day of life in the town guard's mansion, and since he was fine, then the dinner party that he promised to blow snow before would have to be prepared after all, not to mention that now he accidentally caught a restless fantasy.

Because he didn't know the taste of fantasy, Sun Wen thought about it, so he could only use the resources to make a little sweet and spicy dishes according to his best Shanghai cuisine and Sichuan cuisine. After working in the small kitchen for a while, Sun Wen put the last dish of mixed ammunition on the table, calculated the time, turned off the fire in the kitchen, and prepared to pick up the two little girls.

At this time, the lights were already lit on the playground, and the sunset in the distance was only the last ray of sunshine, looking at the sunset, Sun Wen shivered for no reason, and he couldn't help but think of the scene in the attack room just now:

"Blow, blow snow, you listen to me......" At that time, he must have remembered some bad stories in his head, right? Even the lines he said were as bad as scum.

However, Blowing Snow didn't seem to notice at all, she just quickly unloaded the ship's equipment through the machinery in a regular manner, walked to Sun Wen, who had already let go of her fantasies, and asked strangely: "Huh, Commander, what are you doing with this salted fish?"

Hearing this, Sun Wen was even more frightened in his heart, and he took a step forward as if to be hidden between fantasy and blowing snow: "This is fantasy, it is my former subordinates, do you want to get along well?"

"Commander, that's weird! that salted fish is still spitting bubbles."

Sun Wen saw that Blowing Snow was not aggressive except for some strange poisonous tongues, so he handed another blanket in his hand to Blowing Snow, and then ordered: "Anyway, go to the ditch first, and you still have to get along well, do you know?"

Sun Wen, who was thinking about his thoughts, suddenly heard the voice of one of the protagonists in his heart, and then he felt a tightness in his chest, and was bumped into the fantasy that rushed up with only a bath towel: "General, the repair liquid is so comfortable, I love you to death!"

Sun Wen squinted his eyes a little much, while passively feeling the soft body of the fantasy, he raised his head and said to the blowing snow who had changed into a new uniform behind the fantasy: "Blowing snow, come on, you can't be late for the moving dinner." ”

"Ahh

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I thought that Blowing Snow was safe and sound, and the return of the fantasy was double happiness, but Sun Wen didn't even feel a little happy now, and even a little uneasy. At this time, he sat on the main seat by the window, there were seven or eight dishes of food on the long table in front of him near the three people, and there were some plates with canned snacks, wearing a white skirt and sitting on his left hand with a fork, and Fuxue, who had hurriedly changed his pajamas, sat on his right hand with chopsticks, and at this time the two were staring at each other silently with the sweet and sour pork ribs and ammunition in the middle of the table as the dividing line, and what made him feel even more strange was that the two little girls had not said a word to each other until now, which was simply incredible for a destroyer with innocence by nature。

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, Sun Wen picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in the blowing snow bowl, found an excuse and said: "Blowing snow, don't just eat ammunition, the sweet and sour pork ribs are the protagonist." You see, she's almost swallowing all her bones. Come and try it too. ”

Looking at the pork ribs dipped in the sauce in the bowl, Chuixue's face flushed slightly, but she hesitated for a moment and put the ribs back into Sun Wen's bowl with a red face: "Commander, didn't I tell you before that the ship mother can only be supplied through resources? And the ship mother is different from the deep sea." However, the Governor's Mansion has recently ordered to control the cost, and these precious foods are returned, please ......" Blowing Snow's face turned even redder, and the precocious girl felt that her action of picking up vegetables was like a good wife who respects her husband in the story.

Sun Wen didn't care about blowing snow, this girl would always blush inexplicably, although the shy look was really cute, but after watching more, he roughly knew that blowing snow was such a strong and shy character. Hearing this, he just turned his head strangely and asked the fantasy on the other side: "Can't the ship's mother eat human food?"

"Hey, not at all?" "Fantasy was biting at the fat and greasy hoof, occasionally dipping a steel bar in the soy sauce used to flavor the hoof, "Human food just can't fill the stomach." But it tastes great! For example, Nan Fat and Eat Support are very fond of eating human food, holding barbecue and rice wine all day long, and the resources are like snacks. ”

"Then why doesn't she eat the blowing snow?" Sun Wen said and stuffed the ribs in the bowl into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and felt the sweet and sour taste accompanied by the aroma of fried meat and fat, "It's so delicious!"

"Oh, that deep-sea destroyer? Maybe the deep-sea is different from the ship's structure, right? After all, the deep-sea people who come out of the poor ravine are not as spacious as the port area. ”

"Wait! Fantasy, blowing snow. Sun Wen seemed to have found the connection of the problem, he put down his chopsticks and waited for the two little girls to focus on himself, then raised his hand and pointed at them and asked, "What does the ship lady on the other side look like in your eyes?"

"The deep-sea salted fish that bite the fork and flutter on the chair expel it. ”

"There is no deep-sea M destroyer with chopsticks in the mouth. ”

Sun Wen said secretly Sure enough, recalling that he had met a deep-sea salted fish from the earliest time when he was blowing snow, it stands to reason that a serious blowing snow is not the kind of person who will enliven the atmosphere at a critical moment, and the words just now also confirmed his thoughts, it seems that the two little girls are just ordinary deep-sea in their eyes.

Thinking about it, he asked again: "Then do you understand what the other party is saying?" The answer was the same as he imagined, the two little girls both marked that the other did not speak, and Sun Wen's conversation with them was just strange self-talk in the eyes of the other person.

Sun Wen tried several times without believing in evil, but the results were as she expected, and the expressions of the two little girls did not have the slightest meaning of joking with him except for doubt.

It's a very embarrassing scene.,Although there are a lot of things that don't make sense.,But it turns out that the ship's mother in the two game worlds is not only unable to communicate.,And it's in the camp of mutual hostility.,And for the time being, it seems that only I, the admiral of the battleship girl world, has the approval of the Yokosuka Governor's Mansion by accident.,So somehow I have some privileges not to be limited by this strange cognitive disorder.。

Suddenly, Sun Wen thought of a question, he turned his head to Blowing Snow and asked, "Then, why did you look at me with such strange eyes in the attack room just now?"

"Oh, that?" "Blowing Xue held the heavy oil soup for washing dishes, and cautiously glanced at Sun Wenhe's fantasy opposite, "I just think it's strange, the commander is holding a deep-sea salted fish that is even leaking oil." ”

"Click" The chopsticks in Sun Wen's hand fell on the table and made a crisp sound, and his mind was full of the scene described by Blowing Snow, it turned out that it was not the Shura field that he liked to see, but the beautiful man and the deep sea in the style of Disney painting. Imagining the appearance of holding a half-human-high deep-sea salted fish full of armor and a cannon in his mouth in front of his own ship, there was only one sentence left in his mouth:

"Why is this happening? Why?"