Azur Lane Under the Stars

So Ren Shuo is looking forward to tomorrow's Valentine's Day, but right now, there is still a more important thing.

That's dinner with Dunkirk in the evening.

According to her, it seems that there is a very good western restaurant opened in the city, and the desserts inside are made by a very good pastry chef.

Also as a very good pastry chef, Dunkirk must not be missed.

So she planned to try some dim sum after eating there.

Dunkirk is wearing his own civilian clothes today.

The long white top reaches to the buttocks, and the denim shorts expose the slender and white jade legs to the air generously. A light off-white coat is covered outside, looking like a fashionable girl.

The silver-white hair hanging on both sides of the ears is simply tied with two butterfly-shaped hair accessories. The long hair like a waterfall is casually scattered on the shoulders. There is a purple bag on the shoulders. The overall image is like It was the regular uniform given to her by Ren Shuo before, but it was also different.

But it's nice and beautiful.

"Have you been well-dressed?" Ren Shuo walked to Dunkirk and asked.

"No, I've always been so naturally beautiful," Dunkirk joked.

"That's true, the girl in our family is still very beautiful." Ren Shuo smiled, "It's a pity that I can only take advantage of it."

"Hmph." Dunkirk snorted coquettishly, "Commander, let's drive. I have the car keys."

Ren Shuo nodded, then walked to the co-pilot's seat very naturally, waiting for Dunkirk to open the door.

Dunkirk's eyes were subtle: "You don't have a driver's license yet?"

"Isn't there no time to learn?" Ren Shuo was embarrassed.

Dunkirk was helpless: "Your old man has time to be crazy with the little ones, time to post with the wedding couples, and no time to learn a driver's license?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not called being crazy and posting, that's called being a high-ranking and honorable commander for the sake of the physical and mental health of the ship girls and a happy mood." Ren Shuo was serious.

"Okay..." Dunkirk sighed, "Get in the car."

"Oh."

The store with a reserved location has a good location. It belongs to the city center and is also near the commercial street. There is a parking lot and passenger flow. More importantly, the roads are spacious and there are not frequent traffic jams.

And the floor is relatively high, at night, you can overlook the city, and you can also see the lights and the sea, which can be said to be a prime location.

To be honest, the decoration of the facade is not the kind of brilliant high-end, but low-key luxury. Although it is inconspicuous at first glance, when you look closely, it has a heavy and simple feeling.

Ren Shuo couldn't help but said, "Tell me, why make the appearance so good? Will it be more delicious?"

After getting along with St. Louis, Ren Shuo now probably has an understanding of the valuation of some things, and it can be seen that the price of this door is not low.

Dunkirk pondered for a while, then remembered his own small shop that was delicious but very cheap, and then said seriously: "Maybe it will be more expensive like this..."

"Ah, this..." Ren Shuo shook his head, and then followed Dunkirk into it.

The reserved seat is a seat for two by the window. You can see the sea and some reefs when you turn your head. The sky is getting dark and the lights are very eye-catching.

Because of some regulations, no place or floor of a high-rise building in a city can see any corner of the port area, because the port area is also a military base after all, and it can be said that the protection of the privacy of the ship girls is meticulous.

So Ren Shuo's port area is quite far from this building.

"Is the commander looking for our port area? You can't see it, because it is an important military area." Dunkirk said.

Ren Shuo withdrew his gaze regretfully: "I still want to see our port area from above..."

"But..." Ren Shuo thought for a while, "Isn't this just a sign of the tightness of our port area? Very good."

"If the commander wants to see it, then the enterprise will take you to fly, or you can go up there riding a unicorn." Dunkirk said.

"Forget it..." Ren Shuo was not very interested in this.

"Then... let August or Frederick's big dragon take you?"

"Please let me try it!" Ren Shuo was excited.

Dunkirk chuckled: "The commander is really easy to understand..."

"No way, every man has his own romance!" Ren Shuo said seriously.

May I ask?What man can say no to driving a Gundam, having his own steel dragon as a mount, and being a superhero?

At least not Ren Shuo.

"Speaking of which, it's really not easy to ask the commander out today." Dunkirk sighed.

"Why? Don't they have lottery tickets?" Ren Shuo was puzzled.

"That's what I said..." Dunkirk smiled wryly, "But you need to know, Commander, even if we have agreed to have a one-on-one meal, some sisters will still book other seats in the place where we eat... …When the time comes, say it’s a coincidence, and then come over and join the table.”

Dunkirk continued: "So, one day, find the last seat in this restaurant, and then negotiate the price with other customers to change to this window seat... Otherwise, Commander, when you look back, you may be in your own port area A lot of girls from..."

"Thank you for your hard work..." Ren Shuo said sympathetically.

"Well, but it's luck, no one bothers you today." Dunkirk said.

Ren Shuo also smiled: "Then enjoy tonight's dinner."

To be honest, the taste of this restaurant is good, and it is worthy of the price, but Ren Shuo is really not very used to the kind of dishes that are served one by one, and then only one bite of each dish.

After a meal, one person needs to use thirty or forty plates, which is outrageous.

"Commander, are you not used to the catering culture of Liberty Iris?" Dunkirk thought thoughtfully, "This is why Liberty Iris is quite common. There are many types of dishes, but the quantity of each dish is small..."

"But are you used to it in the port area? About the canteen." Ren Shuo asked.

Dunkirk explained: "The commanders of each port area are different. Although the ships built are from different camps, their habits will still be slightly influenced by their own commanders, so they are very used to it. It’s just that I’m used to some of the customs of my original camp, which means I have two habits.”

"Really, that's good." Ren Shuo heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want his girls to accommodate him.

"Well, not to mention anything else, how does it taste?" Dunkirk said enthusiastically, "I think it's pretty good."

Ren Shuo pretended to savor it carefully, and then said seriously: "My evaluation is... not as good as the cooks in our port area."

"There's no way to compare, it's what it is." Dunkirk was a little dumbfounded.

If you let a human chef who started from scratch and only studied for more than 20 or [-] years, there is no way to compare it with those who are born with buff experience from the whole camp and who are born as chefs. what.

Unless you compare these chefs with those who can't cook from birth... because most of these chefs' level has risen to the point where home-cooked food is delicious at most, and there is no way to continue to rise.

"What does the commander think of me...?" Dunkirk suddenly asked while enjoying the food.

The voice was a little twitchy, Ren Shuo raised his head, and found that the girl was looking outside in a panic, and a scallion index finger was restlessly wrapping around the hair on his chest.

Her pretty face was slightly red, and she looked very pretty and delicious.

"You are all my most precious family members." Ren Shuo put down the knife and fork in his hand.

Dunkirk turned to look at Ren Shuo: "I said 'I', not 'we'."

The sudden change in the atmosphere made Ren Shuo a little overwhelmed. At first, they were still communicating happily, but suddenly they became a little ambiguous.

"Very beautiful, very gentle, and a very reliable girl." Ren Shuo said.

Dunkirk smiled softly: "Really, that's good..."

"Commander, you are too, you are our most important person." Dunkirk continued.

"What's wrong? Suddenly became sensational?" Ren Shuo asked.

Dunkirk pouted with some dissatisfaction: "Commander, the atmosphere is just right, why are you like this again?"

To be honest, Dunkirk is a little speechless to this nerve-knife commander. Sometimes he can't do it, and sometimes he is a monolithic, straight man of steel.

"Forget it, I'm used to it..." Dunkirk fumbled in his handbag, and then took out a red box with a beautiful ribbon on it, which looked very delicate.

"What is this? It's a gift when you come out to eat." Ren Shuo took it and placed it in front of him.

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, my commander," Dunkirk rolled his eyes, "you will definitely not stop tomorrow, so I will give it to you in advance."

Chapter 410 Three Valentine's Day

"Okay, thank you." Ren Shuo opened the exquisitely packaged box in front of Dunkirk, which was considered polite.

"The packaging is so beautiful that I'm too embarrassed to open it." Ren Shuo said with a smile.

"But you took it down anyway," Dunkirk said.

Ren Shuo took out a piece of chocolate, it was in the shape of a heart, and it looked delicious... Well, in fact, in Ren Shuo's opinion, chocolates are all the same, but he has a filter because it is a gift from his own girl.

There are quite a few more hearts inside, one after another, in a pink transparent box in the shape of a heart.

"Try it?" Dunkirk urged. "It's the bottom of my box."

Ren Shuo followed her words to taste a piece, and was very surprised: "It's delicious."

"Is that right? I made this... Comment? How delicious?" Dunkirk's eyes were full of expectation.

Ren Shuo was a little embarrassed: "Even if you ask me to evaluate... I'm not a professional."

He only knows how delicious it is.

"Try it, say what comes to mind." Dunkirk scratched Ren Shuo's palm and blinked.

Ren Shuo suppressed the throbbing in his heart, savored the taste of chocolate, and searched for the few adjectives in his stomach.

"Well, it's bittersweet, just right, very balanced, and it doesn't look greasy, and then... ah, it seems to have almonds in it or something?"

Although Dunkirk knew that his commander was not a professional, he didn't expect him to be so embarrassing for him to evaluate a specific taste, so he could only say weakly: "I added hazelnuts..."

"Eh? Isn't it a thing?" Ren Shuo was stunned.

Dunkirk was also stunned: "Are hazelnuts and almonds the same thing?"

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, and looked at each other blankly, blinking their eyes.

"Pfft... Forget it, don't embarrass you, Commander, let's try the desserts in this shop." Dunkirk smiled, and picked up his small spoon.

Ren Shuo also picked up his own things, and took a sip.

But I found that there was no taste, maybe it was because of the chocolate, so the sweetness of this dessert was completely covered.

Seeing Ren Shuo put down the spoon again, Dunkirk, who was savoring carefully, asked in confusion, "What's the matter, Commander? Isn't it to your liking?"

Ren Shuo shrugged his shoulders, and said in a helpless tone, "No, the main reason is that the chocolate you made in Dunkirk tastes in my mouth, because it's so delicious, I can't taste other flavors... ..."

"You're always unconscious in some strange places..." Dunkirk blushed slightly, and slowly lowered his head.

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The dinner with Dunkirk last night can be said to be very harmonious, but I don't know why Dunkirk always blushed and didn't speak at the end. I really didn't get where to make Dunkirk so shy.

But it can be regarded as a good memory, but today's words...

Ren Shuo slowly sat up on the bed, and saw Belfast who was arranging the clothes he was about to wear in his room.

He was not frightened by the sudden addition of people in the room, because Ren Shuo was used to it.

"Beifa...good morning." Ren Shuo stretched his waist.

Belfast stopped what he was doing, bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Master, did I disturb your rest?"

"No, I just woke up..." Ren Shuo stood up and got out of bed.

The next time was for the maid to help wash and dress. When everything was ready and ready to go out, Belfast held onto Ren Shuo's clothes.

When Ren Shuo turned his head, he saw a small, exquisitely packaged box quietly lying in Belfast's palm.

"A gift for Valentine's Day?" Ren Shuo took it, and then put it in his hand to look at it.

Belfast smiled slightly, then nodded and said, "Well, yes, my master, this is the chocolate I made with little Belfast... Please taste 'Belfast'."

"What's your chocolate called?" Ren Shuo wondered if he heard it wrong.

"It's 'Belfast'." Belfast showed a playful smile, "Please have a good taste and swallow 'Belfast'."

"You..." Ren Shuo hung up Belfast's nose somewhat dumbfounded.

Early in the morning, the crumb maid was on fire.

"I will taste it well, thank you, Befa." Ren Shuo said.

"It's my pleasure." Belfast smiled even more.

"Any plans for today?" Ren Shuo walked ahead and asked.

"I don't have any special arrangements today... because today is Valentine's Day, everyone is very motivated, and at the secretary ship, master, you just need to show your head and accept their gifts. Your work today I will accept chocolates and accept everyone's wishes." Belfast explained methodically.

Ren Shuo nodded: "Okay."