Elder brother's garrison

Saratoga turned around and saw Roma standing behind everyone, holding two dumbbells. Roma was lifting and lowering the dumbbells, which were almost the size of his face, with great speed and a calm smile as he looked at Saratoga, who was still in bed.

"It's already six in the morning! The sun's already high in the sky! Get up and do some exercise with me, just a few snatches to loosen up your muscles and enjoy a healthy and happy day! The early bird catches the worm!" Roma said to Saratoga, giving her a bright smile.

“Uh—” Saratoga stared blankly at Rome.

Saratoga's mind was racing.

Saratoga is trying to understand the current situation.

Saratoga's mind raced for a few seconds before stopping, then he understood the situation and drew a conclusion.

"...Where's Little White?" Saratoga asked Rome expectantly.

"Huh? You mean the Admiral? The Admiral just woke up half an hour ago and has already changed his clothes and gone to the bathroom to wash up!" Roma laughed at Saratoga.

"Little White? Half an hour ago??" Saratoga's eyes lit up. She quickly dragged the destroyers hanging on her body out of bed and sat up, then looked around.

really.

Next to Saratoga's bed, there was a row of empty beds, and from one of the more distant beds, the faint scent of Saratoga's familiar Whitebeard could be heard.

It's a newbie!

Xiaobai spent the night in this bed!

I...I slept with Xiaobai for one night!

Saratoga immediately understood the situation. She was about to get excited, but then she paused, lowered her head, and began to recall with a troubled expression, her face turning serious.

Spending the night in the same room as the admiral...

This is an epic achievement that the vast majority of ship girls in the entire naval base have never obtained.

Even Saratoga, who had achieved great success, only had the chance to spend the night with Xiaobai once when Xiaobai first arrived. After that, she never had the chance again. Later, as the number of married ships around Xiaobai increased, this opportunity became a privilege limited to married ships, and it became very difficult for Saratoga to share a room with Xiaobai again...

That is to say...

Did I miss the chance to get close to Xiaobai because I was so focused on sleeping last night?

Saratoga realized what was happening, and then regretfully beat her chest and stomped her feet, raising her little fists to pound on her soft quilt.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it..." Saratoga angrily pounded the blanket, then looked up at Rome with a wronged expression and called out, "Then... then does that mean you and the Admiral had a great time last night..."

"Yeah! We chatted with the Admiral for a long time before bed last night! I was so happy!" Roma gave Xiaobai a bright smile. "Although I don't seem to remember much of it!"

"Aaaaaaah!!" Saratoga clutched her head in envy, jealousy, and hatred, then lay on the bed banging her head against the floor repeatedly, "Little...Little White! Little White—"

"Saratoga, did you call me?"

Suddenly, Xiaobai's voice came from the living room doorway.

I'm shocked!

Saratoga immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up at the living room doorway.

Just then, Xiaobai walked in from outside, carrying a toothbrush and a water cup. She was radiant and her white hair was tied up at the back of her head, slightly damp, revealing a slender, fair neck and a few strands of hair that weren't tied up.

"Saratoga, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night?" Xiaobai smiled and walked from the living room door to Saratoga's bedside. He squatted down in front of Saratoga, looked at the four destroyers hanging on Saratoga, and smiled slightly. "Good morning."

“…” Saratoga blinked, looking at the little white creature squatting in front of him.

do not know why.

Although I couldn't enjoy a sweet night with Xiaobai.

But seeing the little white creature squatting in front of her, smiling gently at her, Saratoga felt that she hadn't really lost out.

"Good morning, Little White!" Saratoga nodded rapidly at Little White, then jumped out of bed with boundless energy, excitedly stretching her limbs. "I'm awake!"

Clatter. Clatter.

The four destroyers fell back into Saratoga's bed like autumn fruits.

"Haha, Saratoga seems more energetic than usual today," Xiaobai laughed.

"Hmm...really?" Saratoga curiously pressed her shoulders, hips, thighs, and knees, then said to Xiaobai in surprise, "Oh...it seems like my physical condition is about 30% better than a few days ago...I feel like I have inexhaustible energy."

"Maybe it's because you finished Veneto's food. If you don't care about the taste, Veneto's cooking is actually quite good for you," Xiaobai said with a smile.

“Veneto…” Saratoga murmured, seemingly reminded of something ominous. Her face suddenly turned pale, then she retched, clutching her mouth and collapsing to her knees. “Ugh…”

"Hey? Saratoga? Are you alright?"

"I...I'm okay...it's just...it's just nausea..." Saratoga felt a strange urge rising in her throat as she thought about the taste of yesterday's meal. "Little...Little White...Veneto, Veneto, she...she..."

Saratoga, who is fearless, is truly afraid of Veneto this time.

Saratoga never wants to... no, she dares not imagine the destructive power of yesterday's meal again...

"Veneto?" Little White blinked as she watched Saratoga stammering Veneto's name. She assumed Saratoga was asking her about Veneto's whereabouts. "Oh... are you looking for Veneto? Veneto isn't here right now. She went to prepare breakfast for us."

"??!!"

Saratoga's hair stood on end.

Dangerous.

Chapter 1793 It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering.

Generally speaking.

Because of the protection of the ship equipment, poison has a very small impact on the ship girls' bodies. Even if Veneto's cooking has extremely terrible side effects, the worst outcome for Saratoga is that she can run around with plenty of energy, and she might even be about 30% more energetic the next morning. In terms of results, it's a good thing. Saratoga shouldn't have reacted so panickedly when she heard that Veneto was cooking.

However, even though the logic is sound, even if Veneto's cooking does not harm Saratoga in the end, and may even be beneficial in some ways, Veneto's cooking has one flaw that cannot be ignored.

That's the taste.

Veneto's cooking... is! Really! Terrible!

Veneto's cooking was so bad it was comparable to magical damage. It could penetrate Saratoga's steel armor and inflict tons of damage on her mind with just the power of taste!

Saratoga foams at the mouth after eating Veneto's food, not because she's poisoned, but simply because Veneto's food is so terrible!

When Saratoga heard Iniesta say that Veneto had gone to prepare breakfast, his face turned deathly pale.

This stuff is comparable to a chemical weapon... How could we let someone like Xiaobai eat it!

Even she, a ship girl, couldn't resist that taste, let alone Shiro, who was originally human!

"Little White! Run! It'll be too late if you don't run now!" Saratoga swallowed hard, staring at Little White's panicked hands on both shoulders, and bombarded him with urging, "If Veneto comes back, it'll be too late. For your health, run! Hurry back to Missouri or my sister's. I'll hold them off here!"

"Huh? What?" Little White looked at Saratoga in confusion. "What do you mean, 'run fast'?"

"There's no time for explanations! Get in the car!" Saratoga slapped Xiaobai on the shoulder, then pushed her by the back, trying to shove her out of the living room. While pushing, Saratoga anxiously explained to Xiaobai, "If you ate that stuff I ate last night, your worldview would be shattered! Hurry up, Xiaobai, before Veneto comes back..."

"I'm back." Just then, the sound of a door opening echoed in the hallway outside the living room, followed by crisp footsteps. Veneto's voice resounded through the hallway, "Admiral, are Saratoga and Camicia awake yet?"

Veneto walked into the living room and saw Saratoga standing behind Little White, shoving him. She was taken aback at first, then nodded gently to Saratoga.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning, Saratoga," Veneto greeted Saratoga gently. "Since you're awake, hurry up and wash up. We'll be having breakfast soon."

"Oh my god!" Saratoga gasped, instinctively recalling what she had eaten the night before, her face paling even more. "I...I'm not hungry..."

“The early bird catches the worm. Breakfast isn’t about whether you’re hungry or not. If you want a healthy life all day, you have to eat breakfast on time. That’s what Lexington taught you, right?” Veneto said, glancing at Roma, who was exercising in the corner of the living room. “Roma, put the dumbbells down for a bit, then wake up Camicia and the others. Also, tidy up everyone’s bedding. We’re going to have breakfast.”

"Yes, sir!"

Rome, like a soldier receiving an order, swiftly put down the dumbbells, then jumped into Saratoga's bed. In a few quick movements, he lifted the destroyers lying in bed, moved them to the sofa, and then deftly folded and tidied everyone's bedding before carrying it out of the living room.

Saratoga trembled all over, and she instinctively gripped Little White's shoulders tightly.

"Little...little...little white...I, I don't want to eat..." Saratoga was scared and aggrieved. She whispered to Little White for help, "Help...help me..."

Feeling the force from Saratoga's palm, Xiaobai turned around as if sensing something, glanced at the nervous Saratoga behind him, and then Xiaobai had a flash of inspiration, seemingly understanding Saratoga's thoughts and motives all at once.

Saratoga looked at Little White with hope, hoping that Little White could give some reason for him to skip breakfast.

However, Little White, who understood Saratoga's thoughts, only gave Saratoga an innocent smile.

That was clearly an expression of feigned ignorance.

"Thump—" Saratoga looked at Little White, his mood plummeted, his heart and lungs stopped, and he froze on the spot like a statue.

“It’s just breakfast, Saratoga, why are you acting like it’s the end of the world?” Veneto said to Saratoga with a hint of helplessness, looking at her reaction. “If Reputation saw you with that expression, she would be very sad.”

Saratoga looked at Veneto with a wronged expression.

Veneto had no idea how awful her cooking was. She'd only eaten a few bites yesterday, but had nightmares all night. She'd thought this ordeal would finally be over when she woke up this morning, but instead, she was going to have to endure the punishment of breakfast…

This isn't breakfast, it's like being taken to the execution ground...

Even if she's angry, isn't it because...

Ok?

Saratoga was thinking when his expression suddenly froze.

“Reputation?” Saratoga tilted her head, blinking at Veneto. “What does eating breakfast have to do with reputation?”

“Of course it’s related,” Veneto nodded. “Because Reputation is like the head chef of the cafeteria.”

"Huh?" Saratoga was taken aback again.

Just then, Roma, having finished tidying up the bedding, ran back to the living room. At Veneto's signal, Roma quickly brought out a large dining table and set it up on the empty living room floor.

Under everyone's gaze, Veneto walked to the dining table, and with a gentle wave, took out large and small bags of fried dough sticks, steamed buns, tofu pudding, bread, salad, and fish and chips from his ship equipment space.

"Huh?! It's just normal food!" Saratoga stared at the food on the table, looking shocked.

“Normal…of course it’s normal.” Veneto didn’t understand what Saratoga meant. She simply shrugged and explained to Saratoga, “After all, these are breakfasts provided by the cafeteria, which Reputation made himself a few tens of minutes ago.”

“Uh…” Saratoga blinked as she looked at the breakfast on the table. She watched the steam rising from the hot breakfast and smelled the fragrant aroma of the noodles. For some reason, she felt a sense of being in another world.

Is this... food from the mortal realm...?

How warm it is...

Compared to yesterday's Veneto cuisine, which was comparable to slimes from another world, today's breakfast, though just the most ordinary and common food, seemed to Saratoga like precious treasures surrounded and sung by little fairies holding magic wands, exuding a dazzling and peaceful aura.

Saratoga felt someone gently patting her arm. She turned her head and found Little White looking at her with a smile.

“Veneto is usually very busy. The only reason she had time to cook us dinner last night was because she didn’t have to train Rome yesterday, and the Empire had just been renovated. Her family usually eats the cafeteria food more often,” Little White said to Saratoga, holding up a clean white finger. “Besides, you can’t really eat such strong-flavored food for breakfast, can you?”

"Ah...oh...oh—" Saratoga stared blankly at the little white creature, then took a deep breath and lowered her head in relief. "So that's how it is..."

No wonder Xiaobai didn't say anything when he realized what he was thinking. It turns out Veneto wasn't making breakfast, but going to the cafeteria to buy it...

A false alarm.

"Hmm..." Veneto, seeing Saratoga's expression, assumed she was disappointed at not getting to eat her food. She said to Saratoga, "I didn't expect you to like my cooking, Saratoga. How about this, although I don't have time to make a big meal right now, I can still make a few simple dishes..."

"No! Really, no! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Saratoga jumped onto the table in surprise, grabbed a steaming hot bun, and stuffed it into her mouth. "Delicious! This is delicious!"

Saratoga wolfed down his food.

Little White watched Saratoga's retreating figure and smiled slightly.

It seems that Veneto will need some time to realize the level of his culinary skills.

Xiao Bai had no intention of telling Veneto about this.

After all, it comes down to it.

Although Veneto's dishes are a bit exaggerated in flavor, they are ultimately beneficial.

Not only can it replenish a lot of energy for the ship girls, but after eating it once, it can also prevent the ship girls from having picky eating and wasteful eating habits for a long time.

Not only Saratoga, but also the other Italian destroyers, after being awakened by Rome, looked at the table full of human food and were filled with gratitude. They grabbed the buns and bread and ate them in big mouthfuls, tears streaming down their faces. Forget about the picky eating that is usually seen in destroyers. These destroyers cherished their food to the point that they even wanted to lick up the crumbs and soup that fell on the table.

This scene.

The farmers will be very happy to see this.

Xiao Bai looked at the lively dining table with satisfaction and thought to himself.

of course.

Another important reason is that, in any case, Xiaobai didn't get to eat Veneto's cooking and didn't experience that kind of taste.

Xiao Bai spoke while standing.

Of course, I don't have back pain.

Chapter 1794, Section 8: The Expedition

After a memorable night at Veneto's house, Little White's life returned to normal.

A relaxing vacation is followed by intense work.