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The daylight had already brightened, but the thick curtains in the room kept the light somewhat dim.
Under the hazy glow of the bedside lamp, two naked bodies were entangled on the bed.
Just as they reached a moment of forgetfulness, the sound of knocking from outside, like fireflies, exploded in their ears like a thunderclap.
Chuyang's body suddenly stiffened as he glared at the door, gritting his teeth and saying, "It seems I've spoiled Kiddo too much; I really need to discipline him. It's about time he got a good talking to."
"Honey, get up. If you're going to scold him, at least wait until we're dressed," Lexington said softly.
Despite her words, she was inwardly cursing her sister Saratoga for letting little Kiddo disturb their peaceful morning. She had clearly instructed her to keep an eye on him. However, when she glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, she realized it was already eight o'clock—time to get up. She had simply lost track of time in her indulgence.
Disturbed by the fireflies, neither of them felt inclined to continue. As the knocking grew more insistent, Chuyang and Lexington quickly got dressed and got out of bed.
When Lexington opened the door, Firefly darted in like a cannonball and directly into Chuyang's arms.
Chuyang, who had been ready to give Loli a good talking to, felt his heart soften upon seeing the tears glistening in Firefly's big eyes.
"Firefly, what's wrong? Did someone upset you?" To be honest, Chuyang had always had the illusion of raising Firefly like a daughter. But then again, Andrea Doria was probably his real daughter!
"Brother Chuyang, I want a little car too," Firefly buried her head in Chuyang's embrace and rubbed against him with a voice full of grievance.
Outside the door, Andrea Doria watched Firefly tightly held in Chuyang's arms. A glimmer of envy flashed in her eyes—perhaps even she herself didn't notice it—before she huffed softly and turned away.
"Fireflies are such crybabies, just like Richelieu, not as fun as Little House!" Andrea Doria muttered as she walked.
Back when they were at Naval Base, Richelieu would cry every time she returned from a major defeat. Honestly, it was quite shameful for an adult. This made Andrea Doria look down on Richelieu. Unlike them, Italy's Black Hand were all iron-blooded true Fleet Girls, with a strong sense of loyalty, always ready to fight for their sisters. So during the various brawls with the British gang, all the Italy Lolis rushed in, displaying their fearless spirit and knocking the English girls to the ground. Even her sister Kayo, such a timid person, never shed a tear after being severely injured by Nelson. So yes, Richelieu was a big crybaby.
In fact, whenever the British gang led by Prince of Wales clashed with Italy's Black Hand led by Veneto at Naval Base, Fallen Cherry Blossom Divine Axe Washington would always use her "face-saving skills" to smooth things over.
There was no choice; whether it was Prince of Wales or Veneto, they had to give President some face in the underworld since the beautiful Fleet Girls had significant influence at Naval Base!
Thus, the two gangs never actually fought and suffered no injuries.
Moreover, among the Italian Fleet, only Andrea Doria had ever been deployed; everyone else was sitting on the sidelines! They hadn't participated in any drills or expeditions, so timid Kayo naturally couldn't be defeated by Deep Sea Shipgirls and even less likely to cry.
As for Little House, like Andrea Doria, she was also a true loli with a pure heart as a Battleship Girl. There was no question of bullying the weak, so Andrea Doria felt no psychological pressure when teasing Little House. No matter how badly Little House was beaten by Andrea Doria, she would never cry or complain, which made Andrea Doria respect her. However, why did Little House have two older sisters while she only had one timid younger sister?
As for making Andrea Doria act like a firefly and complain to Admiral whenever she felt wronged, the great Andrea Doria looked down on such behavior. Moreover, Saratoga had already promised to buy her a little car, so she was even less likely to approach that perverted Admiral.
At this moment, Andrea Doria was on her way to find Saratoga to claim her promise while Firefly recounted everything that happened to Chuyang. The gist was that Sister Airi wouldn't play with her and that she wanted her own little car.
".........." Chuyang was speechless; what was he supposed to think? It was just two Lolis having a quarrel! Did they really need to knock on his door so early? He almost...
Even if he sent the Lolis away and wanted to reconnect with his wife, Lexington had already left the room...
"Sis, how did you spend last night?" Saratoga asked with a mischievous expression while skillfully frying eggs.
"You talk too much; how's breakfast coming along?" Lexington replied while tying her apron.
"Almost done." Saying this, Saratoga flicked her wrist, and a golden omelet arced through the air, landing perfectly in the plate that had been set aside.
"Sis, my cooking skills have improved, right?"
"Not bad, keep it up." Lexington patted her sister on the shoulder and nodded towards Richelieu, who was standing at the back of the kitchen by the stove. "Good morning, Richelieu."
"Good morning." Richelieu looked up and greeted Lexington before refocusing her attention on the stove.
"Why is she here?" Lexington whispered to her sister.
"When I came into the kitchen this morning, Richelieu was already here. She mentioned something about making a heartfelt breakfast for brother-in-law. Truly a vixen."
"But can she actually cook?" Lexington questioned skeptically.
It wasn't surprising for Lexington to think this way. In the past at Naval Base, there were many Fleet Girls who could cook, but very few could make dishes that suited the normal population's taste. She was one of them, Saratoga was another, along with Reputation and Shokaku. As for the other Fleet Girls who knew how to cook, if they participated in a dark culinary competition, they would surely win countless medals for Naval Base.
Back then, Richelieu was someone who didn't even touch water; could her food be edible? Was it true that four years apart would lead to a new perspective on Richelieu's cooking?
However, when Lexington quietly approached Richelieu from behind to observe the cooking process, she had little hope for Richelieu's culinary skills.
What was in the serving plate was a piece of pizza that hadn't even gone into the oven yet. From the surface, it looked quite exquisite, and the arrangement of toppings seemed reasonable. But seeing a small scale and a cookbook nearby made Lexington's head spin.
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