Chapter 77

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77. If You're Not Sick, Eat More

Because the productivity has been fully liberated, the canteen, which used to be bustling with shipgirls, now seems much quieter. Only a few shipgirls were picking out not particularly abundant food, then chatting and laughing as they headed to their seats to start eating.

Actually, this scattered dining style caused quite a bit of trouble for Sacramento, the cook. But according to her, she found it quite interesting, so she let it be. As the number of shipgirls going out to sea gradually increased, the frequency of their outings also increased, and the food in the canteen became increasingly abundant.

Whether it was seafood, near-shore products, or even high-grade ingredients from the deep sea, they were all equally placed on the canteen's self-service plates.

Actually, this scene is quite rare in human bases. But for shipgirls, food is just food. For those who often go out to sea, catching fish is much easier than growing vegetables. And Sacramento is also more skilled at cooking these seafood dishes.

However, it's a pity that even with a daily feast of meat and fish, the admiral still looks pale.

"The admiral's food is probably this much," 111 said, placing a pile of food as big as a human head in front of the admiral.

With the admiral sweating profusely, 111, who was no longer a newcomer, nodded in satisfaction. She pointed to the food on the plate and introduced each item to the admiral in detail.

"Because the productivity has been initially liberated, shipgirls can now go out to sea at night to fish. Although there is some danger, we have self-defense systems and near-shore radar, so it's fine. Therefore, the admiral's appetite can also be fully liberated."

"No, I know all of this, but the amount is just too much..."

Seeing the pile of food in front of him, the admiral's eyes twitched slightly.

What did he see? At least three kilograms of large crabs! More than three deep-sea herring! And even the shadow of shark fins mixed in! Judging by the sound 111 made when placing the food on the table, it must weigh at least five or six kilograms in total.

Although these foods are precious, are you sure this amount is for a human? Even a pig would have trouble eating it all at once.

"Wasting is not a problem; the base can still support this level of waste."

111 pushed up her glasses and said seriously.

"The main goal now is to maintain the admiral's health. Since the admiral said eating more would help, you must eat a considerable amount of this food. Otherwise, the admiral's health condition can no longer be described as just weak."

"It would be a sign of impending death, a last burst of energy. I now suspect that the admiral is just toughing it out, so you should at least eat a quarter more than usual."

"This is already considering that your digestive ability should not be overloaded all at once."

... What should I do? Am I digging my own grave?

Looking at the large plate of delicacies on the table, the admiral subconsciously swallowed. He knew that all this food was made by Sacramento, and the taste was guaranteed, but the sheer quantity of it made him lose his appetite.

As for the waste, wasting food is like cutting flesh for the admiral. For someone who is used to being frugal, wasting dozens of dollars is like being murdered.

"Ah, right, Enterprise, do you want to eat something?"

The admiral immediately thought of the usually noisy Enterprise and looked at her.

However, unexpectedly, this shipgirl, who has always been very persistent, has been unusually calm. Even now, she was staring at the table absent-mindedly, only blinking in surprise when the admiral spoke.

"What did you say, admiral? Oh, no, no, I don't need to eat now. Rather, the admiral should eat more. We are fine."

"No, you've been acting strange lately. Why do you look so listless?"

The admiral, seeing Enterprise's confused face, could only resign himself to putting a piece of fish in his mouth and looked at her curiously.

Usually, if someone mentioned eating together, Enterprise would be overjoyed. The admiral often worried about this. But now she has become normal, which makes the admiral even more concerned.

Is this child sick?

"No, it's nothing."

Seeing the admiral's worried face, Enterprise shook her head helplessly.

"Well, how to say it, four days ago we had a meeting, and I just thought about some things. Yeah, that's it."

"Even if you tell me you had a meeting four days ago, I don't know what you discussed." The admiral took a bite of a crab leg and mumbled, "Didn't you say it was a ladies' tea party and kick me out? What happened?"

"Moreover, it's not just you; the other combat group shipgirls also seem to have something on their minds."

"Ah, this really can't be told to the admiral, sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. Children always have some secrets, I understand."

No, admiral, you don't understand anything.

Seeing the man nodding knowingly, Enterprise sighed inwardly. Facing her admiral's lack of understanding and the uncertain future of their relationship, Enterprise could only sigh sadly.

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