The days of guarding the family camp are still very pleasant. The 8-hour day shift is four hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon. It is only necessary to carry out a second-half of the night mission every three days, which is much more leisurely than a civil servant's iron rice bowl.

Fresh food is delivered every day, mostly beef and sheep. And along with the supplies, there were also green dollars, and Yang Buxing's group of 5 people was 10,000 yuan a day, and the officers in charge paid according to the capitation of the cards issued.

At first, a few people were not used to it, and they would be nervous at night by a few explosions from time to time in the distance, but when they saw the soldiers outside the window were safe, they gradually got used to it.

The house he chose was really lucky, and the next day, Yao Bing found a wine cellar under the stairs, which contained nothing else, but more than 20 bottles of red wine of different years.

Alice was so delighted by this unexpected discovery that she immediately declared sovereignty over the wines. And in order to prevent the high-end ingredients in the refrigerator from being wasted, Yang Buxing of course became a temporary chef.

Perhaps because of the Huaxia restaurant, the soldiers who came here first were not very interested in it. That's why the good stuff hidden inside won't be ruined. When Yang Bu was hungry and turned on the fire, the overflowing aroma suddenly attracted many uninvited guests.

One of them was Mirini, who was attracted by the smell of the kitchen during his inspection, and barged in with two guards.

"Wow! What smells so good! I can't stand it!"

As soon as Mirini entered the door, he saw nine miscellaneous mushroom soup and hand-handled mutton on the table, and he was tired of eating pig food in the army, so he took out the dagger at his waist and stirred it on the plate.

And Alice, who had just come out of the kitchen with boiled beef, had a black face. This is the meal that Yang Buxing prepared for the bottle of 73-year-old red wine, and now it is all in trouble by the pig in front of him.

"What are you doing? These things aren't for you!"

Alice couldn't help but snort, and watched the other party's entire sea bowl of soup get up and drink, the juice dripping from the corners of her mouth down her beard to the table, making a mess everywhere and she became angry. But it's good that this is silent, Mirini is still unsatisfied, and he will see that the woman in front of him is still holding a dish in her hand, and her eyes will shine brightly.

The two guards beside him were also very eye-catching, and before the commander could speak, they immediately pounced, one pressed Alice's shoulder, and the other snatched the boiled beef from her hand.

"Hey, why are you robbing me of beef! This is ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mirini took out two stacks of dollars from his pocket and slapped them on the table.

"You made this thing, will you make anything else? In the future, make me a hundred copies a day, and the money will definitely be yours." ”

Mirini used the fork handed by his hand to make a large piece of beef and put it in his mouth, and the tender and juicy texture instantly conquered the taste buds of his entire tongue.

At this time, Yang Buxing, who heard the movement, also walked out of the kitchen, and only after hearing Alice's retelling did he know what was going on.

A few people in the room also went downstairs with their meals, and at this time they saw that the long-awaited delicacy had all entered the belly of the fat pig at the door, and they felt as if they were distressed.

"Sir Mirini, we're mercenaries who have come to help you defend your position, and we're just interested in cooking. 100 servings a day, do you think I can do it alone?"

Yang Buxing smiled and handed him a glass of water, and said calmly.

At this time, Milini knew that these delicacies were made by the Chinese man in front of him. Come to think of it, there are many Chinese people in Tripoli who open restaurants here.

"Hmm...... That's a problem. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of food.

"I think a delicious meal can make my soldiers more combative. The soldiers had had enough of the hard-to-swallow naan and jerky during this time.

I'm going to have my soldiers take turns coming here every day to eat, and the morale and combat strength that will be much better than the losses of your absence. ”

The implication is that the five of them don't need to be stationed in shifts to defend the position in the future, they only need to cook for the soldiers. In this way, not only Yang is not hungry, but almost everyone does not do it.

Cooking is not an easy job, and the effort it takes to cook a hundred dishes is easier than 8 hours of bragging and farting.

"No, we're here to get guns, not kitchen knives. Please don't insult our identity!"

Yao Bing said it with righteous indignation, looking like a soldier could be killed but not humiliated.

Syllable......

It was another two stacks of dollars on the table, and at this time Yao Bing noticed that there were already two stacks on the table, and this must have 40,000 US dollars, to say the least.

"I'll give you an extra 40,000 a day, isn't it just for money to be a mercenary, and I have dollars now!"

What is called wealth, Mirini's performance today is a good interpretation. In fact, the government forces in Tripoli are really not short of money. The Kazafi maintained a crumbling regime with a lot of money, so every decent officer had a lot of cash in his hands.

"No way!"

Yang Buxing looked at the banknotes in front of him and shook his head, completely ignoring the constant glances of Yao Bing on the side.

"Don't be too greedy, such conditions are superior enough, you must know that the daily salary of each of you is only 10,000, which is about to double. ”

Mileni's face began to turn fierce, he thought that these mercenaries were still short of money. You must know that there are really few people in this defense area who can disobey him.

"It's useless for you to give more money, how can I cook without anything? The things you eat are already most of the stock in this restaurant. ”

"That's a problem, now that all food rations are rationed, the most I can do is squeeze a little out of my rations. ”

After all, this was all Mirini's wishful thinking, and he was still in high spirits, but he sighed and turned around to leave.

"Wait, Sir Mirini, I still have a way to fix the ingredients, but you have to pay for the dishes on top of the $40,000 per dish. Of course, the price will be at the normal price level. ”

Hearing that Yang was not hungry and had a way, Mirini turned around with a serious face.

"No, at this time, I will definitely not let the troops come forward at the risk of friction between them!

thought that Yang Bu was not hungry under the pretext of stealing the rations of other troops, of course Mirini had to refuse sternly!

"Friction? What friction will there be? I just need you to give a pass and a car. We buy it from the slaughterhouse!"

"Procurement: Food is in short supply throughout Tripoli these days, and you can buy it there, not to mention the slaughterhouse. ”

"You don't care about it, I'll come here at this point tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll have something to eat." You just have to remember to bring the money!"

Seeing that Yang was not hungry and confident, Nun Miri believed him. He immediately wrote down a pass and asked his men to find a truck.

After Mirini left, the people present gathered around and didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Yang Buxing's gourd.

"A hundred dishes, where did you go to find so many ingredients. Are you really going to go to the next door to rob it?"

Alice cleaned up the leftovers on the table and said with a complaining face.

"Only fools go to rob, such a comfortable way to make money, of course, you have to take a long-term route. This robbery can withstand for a while, and it can't be withstood for half a time.

You think, the L-Biya are Muslims. Beef and mutton are the staple food, but they only eat meat and other parts are not eaten. Without cooking skills, a cow can't handle all parts except meat. Most of them will be discarded along with the internal organs.

We went to the slaughterhouse and collected these things, and they saved the effort of discarding them and thanked us too late. And if we take these things that don't cost money and make them into vegetables and sell them to them, you say it's hard not to get rich!"

After saying this, Yao Bing slapped his thigh and exclaimed, only Alice expressed doubt. Among all of them, she was the only one who had not tasted Yang Buyu's cooking. It could have been eaten today, but it was all ruined by that damn Mirini.

After getting the pass and the vehicle, Yang was not hungry and unceremoniously took everyone straight to the slaughterhouse in Nancheng. Due to the unobstructed passage along the way, the truck deliberately made several more laps around the city.

On the way, Alice used the computer in her hand to continuously draw a simple topographic map and the distribution points of each sentry position. After running down the journey, I didn't come back until the willow tops of the moon. And the only thing I brought back was a few cowhides and some internal organs, as well as a bucket full of cow blood.

Don't think about resting, these things are enough to toss them all night. It takes two or three hours just to blanch these cowhides. Coupled with boiling a pot of brine, I was going to concoct those beef and sheep offal, and it was not until the sky began to light up that everyone was able to sit down and catch their breath.

As a Westerner, Alice looked at the cowhide soaked in the cold water and the bucket of cow blood that had been salted and began to solidify, and she had secretly sworn that she would not let herself try these disgusting things no matter what, just thinking of the black water scraped off the cowhide with an iron brush just now, goosebumps immediately fell to the ground.

The next day, Yang Bu, who had only slept for an hour, returned to the kitchen to prepare for today's reopening of the Chinese restaurant. Fortunately, there were a lot of peppercorns, cinnamon, star anise and bay leaves in the original warehouse, and with this pot of brine, a hundred dishes could not be simpler.

Beef liver, tripe, beef shutters, sheep heart, sheep intestines, sheep eggs, that is all a pot of slow boiling.

Blanched cowhide and shredded, and stir-fried with mushrooms and potatoes, this flavor of braised three shreds can taste more chewy than dry fried shark fin. If it weren't for the scarcity of vegetables here, it would have been perfect with a little greenery. As for the soup, what could be more delicious than ox blood soup.

Before the sun was in the middle of the day, Mirini came on time. Knowing that there are no staple foods here, most of the men he brought over with two naan cakes.

"What about the people, the money is here, and what are the things you have prepared?"

Mirini sat in the middle seat, four stacks of dollars slapped on the table, and the dozen or so people behind him also sat down, waiting for Yang Bu to serve the food from the kitchen......