Miss Salted Fish refused to become the admiral

"I'm going to prepare the hamburger right now, Commander, don't touch Aoba's dishes again, or be careful that you won't be able to eat it later."

"Don't worry, when people want to eat, they will have an extra stomach."

The smart girl with blue hair raised her hand and said cheerfully: "If the commander can't eat, Quincy can do it for you."

New Orleans glared at his sister: "Quincy, no kidding!"

With a backer, Quincy will no longer be as afraid of New Orleans as she was in the past, she quickly hid behind Yuki: "Commander, my sister is bullying me!"

New Orleans solemnly whispered, "Quincy!"

"Okay, okay, Quincy did nothing wrong, New Orleans, just let her go."

"Since the commander pleaded for you, I will let you go this time."

"By the way," Yuki said as if remembering something, "Don't forget that it's Orleans chicken leg stew."

New Orleans' chest heaved violently for a while, and finally managed to squeeze out a slight smile and nodded.

Veneto glanced enviously at the size of New Orleans' chest, and then subconsciously glanced at himself.

Yuki noticed her small movements, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, vv, you will never grow up to be so big, even if it is padded, you will not be able to get it out."

Veneto, who was already immune to Yuki's blackness, quickly counterattacked: "A few days ago, I found a character in your computer hard drive, sir, and the scale she created is not small at all."

"But...he is much taller than you little dwarf."

Veneto and Yuki began to blackmail each other, and New Orleans wisely chose not to intervene.

Quincy seemed to want to take the opportunity to say something, but was quickly grabbed by New Orleans and pulled behind him.

New Orleans whispered, "Shh, don't say anything at a time like this."

"Why, sister."

New Orleans didn't continue, but glanced at Quincy's chest.

She said to herself: 'My silly sister, no matter how much the Commander and Veneto quarrel, they are both of the same class.The two of us and they are class enemies. If we dare to intervene, it will definitely cause the two of them to fight back together. '

Yuki and Veneto frowned at the same time.

Just now, they felt a deep malice attacking them.

Yuki raised his face and asked Veneto: "Just now, did you think bad things about me again?!"

"Is that what you thought, sir? Don't let the villain file a complaint first."

Yuki stared like a copper bell: "Who the hell is biting back? You 1.5 meter white hairy dumpling!"

Chapter 570 Three: Is this dark cuisine?

"You 1.4-meter blue-haired idiot!"

"Nonsense, I'm not 1.4 meters!"

"Is that admitting that I'm an idiot?"

Yuki and Veneto start arguing like children, embarrassing New Orleans next door.

'At this time, I should intervene, at least don't let them continue arguing so much, right? '

New Orleans murmured in her heart, but unfortunately she hesitated for a while, but still did not make a decision.

Although the two people in front of them are arguing quite fiercely, maybe this is the proof that they have a good relationship?

Pushing between them, New Orleans fears the worst: the Commander and Veneto teaming up against themselves.

Quincy was always in high spirits, but New Orleans was keeping a close eye on her and didn't give her sister a chance to mess it up.

She secretly pulled Quincy up and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Quincy asked excitedly: "Sister, are you going to let me cook with you?"

"Don't even think about it," New Orleans rebuffed.

She was very worried that if Quincy came up with some novel idea while helping, and then tried it without telling herself...

The original intention of New Orleans was to let Yuki avoid Aoba's dark cooking, if Quincy also made dark cooking, wouldn't everything she did be meaningless?

"After entering the kitchen later, you just stand by the side obediently, you are not allowed to steal food or touch anything!"

Quincy looked at her sister resentfully, and said, "That's good."

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"These should be enough, right?"

Aoba looked at the large pile of ingredients in his hand, and began to estimate in his heart how many dishes these things could make.

After roughly concluding that even if the admiral became very edible, there would be no problem, so she nodded with confidence.

The refrigerator at home is full of Quincy's desserts, so there is not much room for these ingredients.But it doesn't matter, Aoba didn't intend to leave it for the next meal.

Reuniting with the admiral, such a happy event, of course we should celebrate it.

What?You say it would be a waste?

With Quincy around, would he still be afraid of wasting food? !

No matter how many dishes you cook, there will always be a fool who will tell you the truth. Leftovers are absolutely impossible.

Therefore, Aoba can hone her cooking skills with confidence.

"The admiral will be surprised by my cooking skills, right?"

Aoba imagined Yuki's surprised appearance, and couldn't help laughing.

There was a passerby nearby who had been staring at Aoba, and when Aoba was hesitating whether he should teach the other person a lesson and make him calm down, the other person suddenly shouted excitedly: "You, you are the one! Willing to be the lead singer of the flagship 'idol group, right?"

'This is, met a fan? '

Aoba was a little surprised at first, and then she was secretly happy: she hasn't experienced the feeling of encountering fans by chance.

'At this time, do you want to admit your identity to the other party? '

In the bottom of my heart, after only a few seconds of fighting between heaven and man, Aoba made a decision: "I'm sorry, you may have identified the wrong person."

The other party seemed to have not heard what Qingye said, and said persistently: "Then, can I have an autograph?"

'It seems that this is a die-hard fan. '

With a sigh in his heart, Aoba was also a little moved when he saw the expectation in the eyes of this passer-by fan.

After struggling for a while, she said, "I've heard of the idol group you mentioned, and I happen to have an autograph in my hand..."

"Excuse me, can you give me a copy of Quincy's autograph? Quincy is number one in the world!"

Under Aoba's murderous stare, the other party shamelessly shouted slogans.

————0v0————

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"It's coming, please wait a moment."

There was a knock on the door, and New Orleans hurried over to answer it.

When she saw Aoba standing outside the door, she was puzzled for a moment why Aoba didn't open the door by herself, and then suddenly realized after noticing the big bag in the other party's hand.

Then, New Orleans breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she acted in time, the commander has already eaten a lot of Orleans chicken drumsticks.Judging by the Commander's size, there shouldn't be much capacity in her stomach.

Aoba shook the ingredients in his hand towards Yuki who was looking at her, and said: "Admiral, have you eaten? If you haven't eaten..."

"Aoba, do you really know how to cook? I heard from New Orleans that what you cook seems to be dark cooking?"

"That's just the dark side of this guy from New Orleans. Admiral, do you believe me or her?"

Aoba showed a confident smile on his face.

Maybe the cooking she cooked in the past was really not very good, but she has been honing her skills crazily these days. Although she can't say that she has the level of a chef, she is sure to be delicious.

Yuki licked his lips: "Well, let's talk about it after you make it. I'm still looking forward to your cooking."

New Orleans reminder: "Commander, didn't you just eat?"

"I have said long ago that when eating delicious food, people have two stomachs."

New Orleans was very helpless, but he had no choice but to let Aoba walk into the kitchen.

Aoba brought so many ingredients, and there was no way he could finish them in the end.

New Orleans sighed towards Quincy, who had a 0v0 look on his face and didn't know that the danger was quietly approaching.

My own sister, it would be great if she could always maintain a normal pattern.

That way you don't have to go through so many hardships.

One thing to say, Aoba's knife skills are not bad.

Perhaps because of her good sword skills, everyone found it very pleasing to watch Aoba handle the ingredients.

"Cooking is good or bad, you can't just judge it from the knife, the temperature control, the timing of seasoning...these are all points that need to be paid attention to, especially..."

New Orleans skillfully turned on the lecture mode, and then Yuki yawned and slipped away quietly.

Quincy also wanted to run away with him, but was grabbed by New Orleans, who had quick eyes and quick hands.

"Quincy, learn Aoba's knife skills well. If you can do this, you can also help me in the future."

Quincy stared at New Orleans for a while with a bitter face, and suddenly shouted: "Sister, your head is going to fall off!"

"what?!"

New Orleans was taken aback. He put his hands on his head and asked nervously, "Really?"

Then, when she saw Quincy running away, she suddenly realized that she had been tricked.

She immediately yelled, "Quincy!"

But anger was useless, Quincy had already gone to the living room.

Aoba in the kitchen also shouted: "Don't disturb me, I'm cooking, don't be distracted!"

New Orleans had to shut up.

Without making everyone wait for a long time, Aoba quickly brought a plate of delicious and delicious dishes to the table.

"Ah this..."

Yuki was a little disappointed. When she heard New Orleans say that Aoba was a master of dark cooking, she actually had a little bit of expectation.

Maybe this time I have a chance to taste some special taste?

But looking at the appearance of this dish, Yuki felt that there was a high probability that he would be disappointed.

While the look of a dish is not the same as its taste, it is not uncommon for dishes that look good to taste bad.

But that is only a rare case after all.

With an indifferent attitude, Yuki picked up a little dish and slowly put it in his mouth.

As the chewing progressed, Yuki's brows furrowed deeply.

Veneto asked curiously: "Sir, how does it taste?"

"How should I put it? The taste is a bit difficult to describe in words, but it can be summed up as: it's so unpalatable."

For Yuki, unpalatable is a rather distant word.

Of course, it is impossible for normal cuisine to be associated with unpalatable food. Dark cuisine, with Yuki's talent, will also become very delicious.

But this talent seemed to have failed, Yuki grimaced, picked up the coffee cup at hand and poured it into his mouth.

Veneto glanced at the cup that was 'followed' by the officer, but said nothing.

"It's so salty, Qingye, how much salt did you add to it? It's almost enough to kill you."

"Not much, I mainly add sugar."

Aoba looked innocent.

She did this because she thought in her heart that the admiral now looks like a little girl, and she should like sweets.

But it seems that something went wrong in the middle?