With great physical exertion comes a huge amount of food.

Before joining the army, solemn pampering was originally a slightly chubby body, but after becoming a soldier, solemn was most afraid of hunger.

The recruits were hungry when they were hungry, and now they are even hungrier, four large steamed buns in the morning, and the side dishes are shredded radish, chili pepper or mustard, eggs and soy milk twice a week, but the calories are not enough to fill the huge physical consumption hole.

Usually after breakfast, before the morning training is halfway through, my stomach sings about the empty city plan.

At noon, a bowl full of rice, more than a catty, four dishes and one soup, stuffed into it did not end in the afternoon, and it had been digested cleanly.

In order to starve for this matter, Zhuang Zheng had already passed the basket in the recruit company, but he didn't expect that the same thing would go wrong in the teaching team.

Majesticism is definitely a glutton. It's no wonder that those who eat and dress well at home, come here to be a soldier, have less oil and water, and more training, and become the womb of a hungry ghost in their previous life.

This time, it's not stealing, it's a completely different situation.

Although he stole pork loins and chicken wings with Yi Jun when he was in the company, and he was also punished and taught a lesson, he didn't expect that when he entered the teaching brigade, he would be punished for a few steamed buns.

Don't say it's a steamed bun at home, it's a time-honored refined wife cake, and you don't sweep the corner of your solemn eyes.

Being punished for a few steamed buns is really a drop in price for him, but people are going to be hungry, not to mention dropping the price, and even more unbelievable things can be done.

The steamed buns of the teaching team are basically rationed, four per person in the morning. This may seem like a small amount, but it actually has a lot of weight.

The steamed buns of the teaching team are notoriously sturdy, and they are also famously big!

Many students joked after eating it, and the steamed buns were used to beat the dog, and the dog ate it or not, but it was definitely enough to be stoned to death.

Generally speaking, there will be no surplus of steamed buns for breakfast, and occasionally the cooking class will do more, which help the cook or the cooking class to divide the meal moved the Bodhisattva's heart, and it will only be added to the table of his own class or acquaintances.

Most of the time, the work of distributing meals is generally done by the cook, and the helper has to send three people every day, and the three district teams take turns to send people, one per shift every day.

In the teaching brigade with great training intensity, helping the cook is the supreme advantage of the trainees, not to mention the exemption from training, you can also dip some oil and water in the cooking class, eat a small belly, and be happier than spending the holidays at home.

On this day, it was the turn of the three district teams to help cook.

solemnly looking forward to the stars and the moon, and looking forward to it with his fingers.

Early in the morning, as soon as the wake-up call rang, the other students gathered with guns to go to training, and they walked to the cooking class in a leisurely manner, and their walking posture was full of joy, and their buttocks pouted, watching the whole squadron gather on the big lawn in front of the row house to prepare for the fuck, and their hearts were so beautiful that they talked like singing.

"I said, let's help cook today, and we will give our brothers in several classes a little welfare."

Wang Datong is a veteran, and it is said that the older a soldier is, the more oil he gets, and a senior soldier has one year more service than a private, so Wang Datong's words have weight.

solemnly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, yesterday the second district team helped the cook, I fuck it, the steamed buns in the combat readiness basin of their class are so high!" ”

As he spoke, he made an exaggerated gesture solemnly.

Liu Ruiyong is an honest man, he says everything others say, anyway, this matter is good for his comrades in the district team, and there is no reason not to agree.

Wang Datong began to teach the two recruits a lesson and impart experience: "I tell you that there will always be more steamed buns in the cooking class every day, and there will not be much left when the steamed buns are divided equally, and the extra will generally add some to the table of the district team who helps the cook." But that bit of steamed buns is at most three or four more than one table, not enough for the brothers to stuff their teeth, so it's not interesting. Therefore, we must keep a part of the steamed buns before they are sent from the kitchen to the canteen, and when they are divided, we will take them out and put them in the war basin of our class. Got it? ”

Solemnly nodded: "Understood." ”

Liu Ruiyong said: "So what are we using to pack the steamed buns we withdrew?" ”

Wang Datong said: "Look at it, Xiao Liu, your brain is just not flexible!" What's it for? You can use whatever you want to eat! Our big rice bowl for eating can hold at least eight, and if you press it, you can hold 10! ”

Zhuang Yan exchanged glances with Liu Ruiyong, and they both felt that what Wang Datong said was too right.

So he gave a thumbs up in unison and said, "Chase, you're so tall!" ”

Wang Datong was praised and was very useful, waved his hand, and said with a full face: "What is not high, I have been a soldier for a year more than you, and I naturally know more, and when you also become a veteran, you will understand everything." ”

The three of them entered the kitchen, and under the arrangement of the cooking squad leader, they were busy before and after, helping to carry water, wash pots, knead steamed buns, etc., and at six o'clock, the first batch of steamed buns began to be steamed.

Because the grain of the troops is exclusively supplied, the rice is all No. 3 or 4 rice, and the quality of the flour is not good, the steamed buns of the troops are only enough, but no matter what the quality is.

Therefore, the dough is a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Bread, no matter how it is sent, the steamed buns will not be too good, and if they are not good, they will not be fragrant and soft enough, so it is logical that the steamed buns of the teaching team can kill the dogs.

However, Zhuang Zhuang also helped cook when he was in the eighth company.

Steaming the whole head in a large pot all have a common feature. The first layer of steamed bread under the steamer is the most fragrant and delicious, called Jiao steamed bread.

Because this layer of burnt steamed buns is at the bottom of the most heat, it is often roasted to a browned color, and it tastes fragrant and crispy.

Some cooking classes like to pat on the back, and the steamed buns on this floor are usually put on the cadres' tables, which is disgusting.

There are more than 30 more than 40 Jiao steamed buns in the first layer of steamers, and the soldiers of the cooking class take some, but they don't eat much, because the cooking class does not participate in the cruel training of the district team, and the consumption is not large, plus they eat every day for years, months, months, and days, they have long felt that it is not rare.

"A few boys who help with the cooking!"

As soon as the first basket of steamed buns came out of the pot, the boss of the cooking class reached out and took one out of it and stuffed it into his mouth, beckoning to Zhuang Yan, Wang Datong and Liu Ruiyong, who were already a few feet long.

"Come here, take some steamed buns to eat, this thing is the most delicious, you are blessed today, only the cooks have this treatment."

The three guys suddenly rushed over irrationally, took out the rice bowl that had been hidden with them for a long time, and shouted in unison: "Thank you, squad leader!" ”

After that, he pounced on the cage of burnt steamed buns like a wolf, and no one swallowed two in less than ten seconds, and slowly beat a pot of soy milk, which poured into his stomach like pouring water.

The boss of the cooking class was holding a half-uneaten scorched steamed bun in his hand, and was so frightened by the three of them that he unconsciously took a few steps back.

"I said, can you slow down and be careful of choking you hungry people!"

"Mmmm......mmmm

The mouths of the three cadet soldiers were stuffed with steamed buns, and they said vaguely, what do you care about so much, what kind of soldier image is very good, what dignity, what is the pride of the squad leader, to hell with it!

It's better to have a full stomach than anything else!