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"Are you really wearing that, sis?"
It seemed like Kayo had discovered something new, covering her mouth with her hand and looking at her sister Andrea Doria in surprise.
Dressed in a Japanese-style Sailor uniform, with knee-high socks and round-toed shoes, her sister's appearance perfectly matched an image in her mind. At the same time, it made her understand why her sister was referred to as Andrea Doria by the Admiral.
"Isn't this outfit good?"
"It's not that; it's actually quite nice."
Kayo looked conflicted, pondering whether she should tell her sister the truth. In the end, she decided against it. With her sister's temperament, she couldn't predict what might happen once she learned the truth.
"Sis, what happened to the outfit you wore yesterday? Why aren't you wearing it?" She couldn't reveal the truth but also didn't want her sister to go out in this outfit; it was too embarrassing.
"It got dirty, so I changed."
"Oh! I see! But sis, this outfit really doesn't suit you that well. I think you should change into something else!" Saying this, Kayo pulled open the wardrobe door, only to feel utterly defeated when she saw the situation inside.
The Admiral really had no shame; it was filled with bad taste.
There was no choice; all the clothes in the wardrobe were quite similar to what Andrea Doria was wearing—only differing slightly in color and some minor details. Essentially, there was no difference at all.
"Kayo, what's wrong? You look strange."
"Nothing, nothing at all. Sis, you look fine in that outfit." Kayo tried hard to cover up her feelings. Maybe it was all just a coincidence; perhaps she was overthinking it.
As dawn broke completely, a bell rang throughout the Naval Base. No matter what they were doing, everyone temporarily set aside their work and walked through the large central plaza under the fine rain towards the restaurant on the second floor of the Comprehensive Building.
This was the meal bell; if they missed this time, food would no longer be served in the restaurant. If they wanted to eat afterward, they would have to prepare it themselves. After all, Lexington wasn't a professional chef. Even if cook Yixian returned, she couldn't stay in the kitchen 24 hours a day—that just didn't make sense.
Of course, if Chuyang needed anything, Lexington would have no problem accommodating that, but others wouldn't have such privileges.
A table naturally couldn't accommodate so many people, so they split into two tables.
One table for the Lolis, and one for the adults. Naturally, Veneto also belonged to the Loli category.
Originally, to avoid upsetting Veneto, Chuyang intended for Big Sister to sit with them, but who knew that Veneto shot her a fierce glare, leaving Chuyang feeling somewhat bewildered.
In fact, it was his own fault. Their table had a perfectly normal setup, with a round wooden table and high-backed wooden chairs. But Veneto was a bit special; at only one meter thirty tall, when she sat in the chair, her head barely reached above the tabletop. How could Veneto eat like that? It would be better for her to sit with Firefly and the others, where the specially customized table and chairs were just the right size for her to eat comfortably.
"Prince of Wales. Have you been getting used to living here these past few days?"
"Admiral, what are you talking about? This is my home."
Prince of Wales's hand holding the knife and fork trembled slightly, and his already serious expression seemed even more solemn.
"Prince of Wales, don't take it to heart; Admiral didn't mean it that way." Lexington intervened on Chuyang's behalf while gently pinching Chuyang's soft flesh at his waist.
"Yes, yes, I didn't mean it that way." Suddenly realizing, Chuyang scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "You've always lived in Europe before; you're used to the weather and climate there, as well as the local conditions..."
"Admiral, are you saying that if we don't adapt well to the conditions at Naval Base, you plan to send us back to Europe?"
It was Veneto who spoke up, clearly intending to make Chuyang uncomfortable. There was no way around it; anyone in this situation would likely feel uneasy.
Look at how Chuyang spoke; it sounded as if Prince of Wales were a guest. But one must understand that from the moment Prince of Wales chose to follow Chuyang, this Naval Base became her home.
Moreover, Veneto had no intention of defending Prince of Wales. Before returning, the two seemed fine; although they weren't particularly close, they weren't strangers either.
But now! According to Veneto's observations, ever since Admiral returned to Naval Base, her eyes were only on Lexington, Saratoga, and Richelieu. Even her attitude towards Isuzu was much better than towards Prince of Wales—there was no hint of familiarity whatsoever.
But one must remember that Prince of Wales was Chuyang's Wedding Ship, while Isuzu was just another person. To put it bluntly, before returning to Naval Base, Veneto didn't even know that they had such Fleet Girls stationed there.
"Veneto, what do you mean? Are you trying to sow discord on purpose?"
Looking at the speechless Chuyang, Saratoga felt irritated. In Sister-in-law's mind, even if her brother-in-law was wrong, he was still their Admiral; couldn't she remind him gently? Why did she have to question him in such a sarcastic tone?
"I don't know if I'm sowing discord, but someone should be clearer about that than I am, you big-chested idiot."
Veneto cursed inwardly, but she didn't want to argue with Saratoga any further on this matter, as that would indeed raise suspicions of sowing discord, which was not what she wanted to see.
"Jaja, shut up."
Lexington kicked her sister under the table and then seemed to remember something important, dramatically tapping her forehead and saying, "Admiral, oh no, I forgot something very important."
"What is it?" Chuyang cooperatively asked. This was the tacit understanding between her and Lexington; however, dear, your acting could be less exaggerated.
"Here's the thing: last month in Ming City, we repelled Deep Sea Tirpitz, and this will be recorded officially with corresponding merits and material rewards."
"However, Naval Headquarters requires us to submit a detailed written report to the Nanan County office by tomorrow. If we miss the deadline, the rewards won't be issued."
"I've already organized the report, but today I have some matters to attend to. So I can only trouble you, Admiral, to make a trip to Nanan County yourself."
The report was indeed a real issue, but it wasn't as serious as Lexington made it sound; late submission wouldn't significantly affect the issuance of rewards. She just wanted to find an excuse to create a little opportunity for the Admiral and Prince of Wales to be alone together.
"Sis, it's not as you said..."
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