I really don't have money for the ship girls.

The Prince of Wales nodded and said, "I have had the congee with preserved egg and lean pork made by Yi Xian, and it tastes very good."

Ying Tian is too lazy to say anything now. Whether it's dedication or being a bit immature, being able to stick to it all the time is quite an achievement.

"Then I'll have a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork."

The owner, wearing a white tank top, asked, "Just one serving?"

Ying Tian said, "One serving is enough."

"Okay, please find a seat wherever you like. I'll bring it over in a bit."

The shopkeeper glanced at the Prince of Wales with a strange look. After all, she was a blonde beauty and a foreigner, so it was normal for her to attract attention.

After finding a seat, the Prince of Wales rested his chin on one hand and waved his index finger in front of Ying Tian opposite him, saying, "Listen carefully."

"what?"

"The first thing I'll teach you is that it's perfectly fine to ask a woman's opinion before ordering food, but helping a woman make a decision is also a manifestation of male charm."

"Oh," Ying Tian replied casually, thinking to himself what kind of nonsense this was. Should he ask for an opinion or not? His attention was drawn to the price list on the wall. The price of the preserved egg and lean pork congee had increased by one yuan since he accompanied his roommate to buy it before. It was six yuan a bowl! That's almost enough to buy half a pound of pork. Ouch, that hurts so much.

Prince of Wales noticed Ying Tian's absent-minded reaction. Perhaps because he already had a 90% favorability rating that was almost like his, his commander seemed more and more adorable in Prince of Wales' eyes. His ordinary appearance also became more and more pleasing to the eye. As a kind of idealistic life form, ship girls never go against their own hearts.

The Prince of Wales reached out his slender hand, took Ying Tian's wrist, and gestured for him to sit down next to him. Ying Tian did as he was told, looking completely bewildered.

What's going on?

"The second thing I'll teach you is that sitting face-to-face does make communication easier, but for a woman who is physically weak, you should sit next to her so you can offer her timely words of comfort."

Upon hearing this, Ying Tian examined the Prince of Wales's pretty face. His face, which had just shown signs of fatigue, now had a rosy glow, and his fair skin was like freshly peeled egg white. Even at such close range, there was not a single flaw in his skin. So Ying Tian said, "I don't see any weakness in you now."

"Don't make shallow judgments about a lady," the Prince of Wales said somewhat irritably. "You're clearly precocious and insightful in some ways, so why aren't you as quick to grasp this kind of thing?"

“Oh.” Ying Tian did not refute.

The Prince of Wales blinked and said, "No girl would like you looking like that."

"If it's not there, it's not there."

"I'll never find a girlfriend in the future."

"I didn't plan to look for one."

The Prince of Wales wore a look of disappointment, but couldn't help but smile. No matter how much competition there was within the naval base, it was all about keeping the benefits within the family. It was good that the commander had no luck with women outside.

At this moment, the owner brought out the porridge. Ying Tian noticed that this porridge was much larger than the one her roommate had bought before, both in terms of quantity and the amount of preserved egg and lean meat inside. Is this the privilege of being a beautiful girl?

Ying Tian took a spoon from the sterilizer and placed it in the bowl, indicating to the Prince of Wales that he could eat.

"Aren't you going to feed me?" the Prince of Wales said matter-of-factly.

Ying Tian retorted, "Your hand isn't numb, so do you use your hand when you're squatting on the toilet?"

After saying that, Ying Tian saw the Prince of Wales biting his lip and immediately realized that it was inappropriate for him to say such things while eating. Moreover, he was asking for a favor, and the prince was only helping him out of genuine kindness, as it was just a matter of feeding him porridge.

"Yes, it's polite to feed a weak lady. China is a land of etiquette, and I know that."

As Ying Tian spoke, he leaned close to the Prince of Wales, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and was about to bring it to the beauty's lips.

The Prince of Wales suggested, "Why don't you test the temperature?"

"Oh right."

Yingtian was not without experience in taking care of people. He tried a bite, and although it was a little hot, it tasted good.

"How about it?"

"It's a little hot, you can eat it while it's hot."

"Then let's eat together."

Ying Tian turned his head and saw the Prince of Wales' beautiful smile. He realized something and felt a warm feeling in his heart as the porridge went down. He said, "I've already eaten dinner. You eat. I'll go get you another spoon."

As she spoke, Yingtian stood up, preparing to get another clean spoon, but the Prince of Wales casually took the spoon she had just used from her hand and naturally scooped the porridge from the bowl into her pink lips.

"The taste is alright, but it can't compare to Yi Xian's cooking skills. But that's normal; not just anyone can compete with Yi Xian in cooking."

"Um, I just used the spoon."

The Prince of Wales smiled and said, "So if you've used it, I can't use it too?"

Ying Tian felt a little embarrassed by the beautiful woman's gaze and said, "That's not what I meant. I meant it's not very hygienic."

“If a lady doesn’t mind something, a gentleman should definitely not bring it up. Sigh, it seems I wasted my breath teaching her.” The Prince of Wales shook her head, adopting a serious demeanor befitting a teacher. She pulled Ying Tian down from his standing position and said, “Watch closely, I will only teach you one more time.”

As she spoke, the Prince of Wales used her slender, strong hand to scoop up a spoonful of porridge, brought it to her lips, and gently blew away the steam from the porridge as her glistening, pink lips parted slightly.

"It's true that you should drink it while it's hot, but weak people shouldn't eat food that's too hot. Also, blowing on it to cool it down shows your concern and is very effective in comforting the patient."

As the Prince of Wales spoke, he held the spoon to Yingtian's lips and said softly, "Open your mouth."

A fragrant breeze caressed his face, and Ying Tian stared blankly into his mouth. Slender fingers were right in front of him as he brought the warm porridge to his mouth. The delicious pork and fragrant preserved egg, after chewing, went down his esophagus along with the warmth of the white rice, warming his stomach.

"Finally, a question should be added to make it even more heartwarming," the Prince of Wales said gently, holding a spoon in one hand and cradling his beautiful face in the other. "How does it taste?"

Ying Tianxia instinctively said, "That's good."

"Then I'll try making it for you next time, okay?" The Prince of Wales smiled, paused for a moment, and then looked at Ying Tian, ​​whose face was slightly flushed, as he sat up straight. He said, "That's how you say it—to leave something to look forward to in the future. Do you understand?"

"oh oh……"

Ying Tian gave a few perfunctory replies, touched his nose, and turned his face away, both to keep his distance from the Prince of Wales's delicate body and to hide his pounding heart.

How can I learn this? I can't learn it.

Chapter Ten: The Prince came to educate, the Prince came to protect, the Prince came to prove.

In the end, most of the porridge in the bowl was finished by the Prince of Wales. Ying Tian sat to the side, munching on a banana, chatting with the Prince of Wales as he ate. Half an hour passed quickly.

Ying Tian was somewhat absent-minded. The Prince of Wales, with his imposing presence yet gentle charm, presented himself in a way that made him feel a little strange. As for this scene, others would only see it as something to be envied and resentful. It's just a bowl of porridge, yet they eat it so slowly. These young couples have so many tricks up their sleeves; showing off your love will only lead to a quick breakup!

Finally, the Prince of Wales finished his porridge, took out a napkin to wipe the porridge residue from his pink lips, fed the Commander, and ultimately let the Commander feed him as well. The Prince of Wales was very satisfied. This was not about embezzling public or private funds; this was to ascertain the Commander's attitude towards women and lay the groundwork for future interactions between the sisters of the naval base and the Commander. Everything else was just incidental.

Ying Tian scanned the code to pay and returned from the cashier, asking, "What should we do next?"

The Prince of Wales stood up and said, “An after-dinner walk is an essential pastime… but it’s not really suitable for a lady who is not feeling well. You should take me to rest.”

"Oh, I know a hotel not far from here. It's clean, cheap, and they can issue invoices."

Ying Tian emphasized the last sentence, "I can get an invoice," meaning she could get reimbursed for her accommodation expenses when she returned to the company. However, seeing that the Prince of Wales didn't seem to notice his emphasis, Ying Tian suddenly felt he had been judging the Prince by his own petty standards. This was a beautiful and kind-hearted person who had come all the way to China to work, and her excellent Mandarin showed she wasn't there to make money. Treating her to a meal was a way of thanking her for her help; how could she possibly want to take advantage of him for accommodation?

The Prince of Wales brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and said, "I'll follow your arrangements."

"Let's go then."

As Ying Tian spoke, she walked out and found that the Prince of Wales was still standing there. It wasn't until the Prince of Wales smiled and reached out that she realized what was happening. Just like before, she took the Prince of Wales's arm and was leaned on by the Prince of Wales as they walked out of the porridge shop.

"After resting for so long, I thought your leg was all better."

“You can’t assume things about ladies like that,” the Prince of Wales said, shaking his head. “She’s usually quite intelligent, so why is she so slow to grasp these things?”

"Oh." Ying Tian still didn't refute.

The Prince of Wales seemed to realize something and said, "Could it be that you've become disillusioned with women because of this false accusation? If so, that would be too extreme. A person's character and temperament have nothing to do with gender. Those who are destined for hell or heaven will not be distinguished by gender. Fu Ya, who framed you, is certainly sharp-tongued, but Zhang Ze, who fueled the flames and used you, is just as despicable."

"I know." Ying Tian thought to himself, how can I react when I'm leaning against such a soft and supple body like yours? It's not that I'm disappointed in women; I was planning to stay single for life anyway.

However, Ying Tian didn't say it out loud. It's better not to speak too deeply with someone you don't know well. Besides, he actually quite enjoyed being nagged. In the orphanage, one aunt had to take care of many orphans, but he was almost never nagged. He guessed that was a kind of care. Whether it was true or not, he would just take it as self-comfort.

"Good to know. You will have many more opportunities to interact with women in the future, so don't have any stereotypes."

"There are no stereotypes. Self-respecting women and simps are like heretics and cultists. Simps are more despicable."

“Don’t speak too definitively,” the Prince of Wales said. “Who knows, you might do some ‘sycophantic’ things in the future.”

"Impossible." Ying Tian said confidently.

The Prince of Wales smiled without saying a word, her lips curving into a smile. She was quite confident in her own charm and that of the garrison sisters.

The hotel Yingtian mentioned wasn't far from the back street. He knew the owner; he used to work part-time at a bar on the back street, and if customers drank too much and needed a room, he would take them there and earn a five-yuan commission. So Yingtian knew the hotel inside and out. Although it looked a bit shabby on the outside, it was clean and cheap, and the owner was a good person.

"A room is available today. Self-service registration... Oh, Yingtian?"

The boss, who was sitting at the front desk with his legs crossed and wearing slippers, was scrolling through his phone. Hearing the noise, he looked up and was surprised to see Ying Tian. He was even more surprised to see the Prince of Wales standing next to Ying Tian, ​​acting affectionately.

"You've really made something of yourself! You're even bringing your girlfriend to a hotel room now, and she's a foreign beauty at that. You're bringing glory to the country."

"Ahem, he understands Chinese." Ying Tian cleared his throat awkwardly to remind the boss, and quickly said, "Uncle Cheng, don't talk nonsense. This is my friend. He came to Binjiang for a visit. He had a leg cramp and wasn't feeling well. It's not easy for a foreign friend to come all this way, so I'll give him a friend's price for a standard room."

Mr. Cheng glanced at the two with amusement, thinking to himself, "Would ordinary friends be this intimate? The girl is practically clinging to you. Is she having a leg cramp?" However, he couldn't rule out the possibility that foreign women are more enthusiastic and open.

"There are no standard rooms available, only double rooms."

"Then let's have a king-size bed."

"Friendly price: 71 per room".

Ying Tian shamelessly said, "Can you make it a little cheaper? I know the late-night special room is 51 yuan per room."

"You know it was late at night."

"Anyway, it's the off-season now, and the room is empty anyway, so Uncle Cheng, you can just give me the late-night rate."

"Then come back late at night."

"How about this, I'll take my friend in to rest first, and we can check in later tonight, is that alright?"

"That's a nice idea."

"Uncle Cheng, you own a building that you rent out, could you please be lenient with us?"

"What business is it of yours if I own a building?"

The Prince of Wales stood quietly beside Ying Tian, ​​watching the old man and the young man arguing over twenty dollars. He was not impatient at all, but rather found it very interesting.

Just then, a young man with dyed brown hair walked in from outside. He was staggering and clearly had been drinking a lot. As soon as he walked in, he shouted, "Boss, a room!"

Boss Cheng was busy arguing with Ying Tian and didn't have time to deal with this brown-haired drunkard. He walked to the front desk, impatiently slammed his hand on the table, and said, "Boss, I'd like a room!"

Drunkards are annoying, and even Mr. Cheng, who collects rent for a building, doesn't tolerate such people. He coldly said, "Can't you see I have something to do? Wait a minute." Then he turned around and started haggling with Ying Tian over twenty yuan.

Just as the young man was about to make a move, he suddenly saw the Prince of Wales leaning on Ying Tian's shoulder. His elegant and beautiful appearance, with a smile on his lips as he looked at the man beside him, was so striking that it sobered him up considerably. As a fellow student of Binjiang University, he recognized Ying Tian, ​​who looked familiar to him as soon as he entered.

"Hey, isn't that the library thief? Stealing money from little girls, thief, I'm talking to you, thief."

The arrogant, shrill voice was irritating. The Prince of Wales noticed that Ying Tian's face turned pale and forlorn for a moment after hearing this, but it was only for a moment. The next second, his expression returned, and he replied indifferently, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not him."

“How could it not be you? It’s you. I’ve seen the leaked photos.” The young drunkard, who had been glanced at by the Prince of Wales, became even more smug. He shouted, “Boss, this is a thief! A thief! Do you know that?”

Mr. Cheng said impatiently, "Aren't you annoying?"

The brown-haired youth, after being rebuffed, became even more persistent, saying to the real target, the Prince of Wales, "Miss, don't be fooled. This man is a thief, a pickpocket. The boss is probably in cahoots with him. Thieves are not good people. Don't be deceived."

Ying Tian didn't want to deal with this drunkard, and quietly said to the Prince of Wales beside him, "I'm not a thief."

“I know.” The Prince of Wales felt a pang in his heart and made the same decision.

"Then ignore him."

"No, alcohol is not a cover-up for ignorance."

The Prince of Wales smiled, then instantly composed herself. Her slender figure stood tall, her head slightly raised, exuding the arrogant aura of a superior, like a proud lion. She spoke to the brown-haired youth in an unquestionable tone: "Apologize to my friend, or I will punish you with my honor."

Seeing the Prince of Wales's actions, Ying Tian felt a lump in his throat, but he still said, "Forget it, don't pay attention to this kind of person, especially since he's drunk. It's pointless."

The brown-haired youth, his mind still clouded by alcohol, was mostly indignant. He was simply furious. Apologize? Why should I apologize? I warned you about the thief; I was the one righting everyone!

"Are you out of your mind? What kind of apology is that? Can't you understand Chinese? I told you, he's a thief, a thief, a..."

Ying Tian didn't want to be bothered anymore and wanted to tell Boss Cheng that sixty yuan a night was fine, but before he could speak, the Prince of Wales took a step forward, raised his long leg covered by jeans, and delivered a beautiful high sweep kick. The instep of his black leather shoe made intimate contact with the brown-haired youth's neck, kicking him directly to the ground, his lips kissing the earth.

The Prince of Wales withdrew his right leg and said condescendingly, "If you don't apologize, then I'll have to judge you."

The brown-haired youth appeared to have lost consciousness and was therefore unable to respond.

This sudden scene left Boss Cheng dumbfounded. He looked at Ying Tian and said, "Did he get a leg cramp?"

Ying Tian was equally surprised, his mouth agape, and he instinctively replied, "Perhaps the cramp is in the left leg?"

The Prince of Wales looked at the two men and said, "Don't worry, I know my limits. This man will be unconscious for a few hours at most, and his neck will hurt for a few days, but he'll be fine in a week at most."

Upon hearing this, Ying Tian immediately said to Boss Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, after all, this happened in your hotel. You don't want the police to come and shut your place down, do you? Fifty-one nights, let's all be happy."

“You little rascal…” Boss Cheng chuckled, “Fine, fine, fifty it is. Go and carry this guy to the sofa over there. Luckily, I usually have a lot of drunks here, so nothing should go wrong.”

"Thank you, Uncle Cheng."