Early the next morning, when the wake-up horn sounded, he sat up with a slam of his hand, put on his training uniform and ran to the assembly point.

Usually, the company gathers on the basketball court, and then the company commander says a few words, arranges the training task, and then takes the training.

Running down the hill solemnly, Li Chuangcheng, the cooking class, was already in the team and beckoned to him.

"Here, here!"

The entire company lined up and the cooking squad belonged to the most sparse group of people.

The rest of the classes and platoons all wore summer training uniforms, but the cooking class wore everything - camouflage uniforms, summer regular uniforms, and summer training uniforms.

The hats are not uniform, and there are people wearing training uniforms and buttoning a certain 87-style large-brimmed hat......

Momentum also lost.

The squad platoon all held their heads high, with bullet belts tied to their bodies, carrying automatic rifles, light machine guns, sniper rifles and other equipment, while the whole body of the cooking squad was empty, and many of the armed belts were not neatly buckled, and they were crooked and slanted, which was quite a bit of a puppet army.

solemnly got into the team of the cooking class, and suddenly felt that everyone was a head shorter than others.

In the past, he felt tired in the squad platoon, but today for the first time, he felt that Ning Yuan was a little tired, and he was willing to return to the squad platoon to participate in training.

The daily pre-concentration training was lackluster, Zhang Jianxing said a few words in front of the queue, and then asked each platoon to lead the training.

"There are all in a row, listen to the command, turn left, run and go!"

"Listen to the command of the second row, target training ground, run and walk!"

"Three rows, gather outside the gate, run a five-kilometer activity......"

The platoon commanders came out one after another, gave the order, and led their troops away.

With the sound of quacky and neat steps, soon, the entire basketball court became empty, and only the cooking class remained.

"Ah......h

Li Chuangcheng untied his belt, pushed his hat, and walked to a few cooking soldiers.

"Old rule, go back and cook!"

"Oh-"

"Let's go!"

The soldiers of the cooking squad unbuckled their belts one after another, took off their hats, rolled up their belts and put them in their hats, carried them in their hands, and walked to the kitchen with cheers.

Standing solemnly in place, unable to move his steps for a long time, his eyes looked in the direction of the training ground.

It was still very early in the incident, after five o'clock, and it was pitch black all around.

The cold wind of the early morning swept across the basketball court, raising a few dead leaves on the ground, and the sentry on duty began to sweep the lawn at the entrance of the company department with a large broom.

The sound of swishing drifted into his ears, and he felt lonely like never before, and his nose suddenly became sore.

"Dick soldier!"

Li Chuangchen had already walked more than 20 meters, and seemed to notice the solemnity who was still standing in place, so he turned around and walked towards him again.

When he arrived at Zhuang Yan's side, Li Chuangcheng didn't speak, just stared at Yan Yan.

After watching it for a while, he sighed leisurely, shook his head and said something very philosophical.

"Alas, I don't know how to cherish when I have it, and I feel precious when I lose it, this is human nature......"

He stretched out his hand and tugged at his majesty.

"Don't look at it, you're going to die of this heart, what's wrong with our cooking class? Do you see which soldier in our cooking class is not hehe? If it comes, it will be safe. Come on, come on, since you are all awake, follow me to the kitchen and help, it is not easy to cook the meals of more than 100 people, and there is a lot of knowledge. ”

Zhuang Zhuang had no choice but to hook his head and follow Li Chuangcheng to the cooking class in frustration.

This is a completely different scenario from the class platoon.

For the cooking class, solemnity is no stranger.

Every soldier has to learn to help cook from the beginning of the recruit company.

The temperature here is at least seven or eight degrees warmer than outside, and there are two huge pots on the huge stove.

One of the pots had several layers of steamers stacked on top of each other, and the other pot was covered with a lid and steaming hot, which was cooking porridge.

In the center of the kitchen is a large cement countertop, on which several cutting boards and this aluminum war basin are placed.

Some people are chopping vegetables, some people are washing vegetables in the back of the kitchen, some people are in charge of watching the fire and cooking porridge, from time to time they open the lid, and use a huge spatula like a small broom to constantly stir the rice and water inside to avoid sticking to the pan.

"Xu Xingxing, why are you still standing here stunned! Are the peppers and pickles cut well!? When is it? Haven't cut me yet? When the porridge is ready, I'm going to stir-fry it myself! ”

"Ma Ercat! What do you think about fire? I fucking smell mush! The porridge is going to be mushy! You stupid soldier! How many times have I said, don't be lazy, turn the porridge more often! Why don't you boil the pot for me! ”

"How long are the steamed buns? It took thirteen minutes to go out and gather just now, and when I looked at the point, I almost got out of the pot and annealed! Don't be so shy! ”

Li Chuangcheng stepped into the kitchen with his front heels, and his back heels began to yell at everyone he could see, even the soldiers who helped the cook.

"Dog's day, wash a pickle and wash it for half an hour, let you come to the cooking class to work, and you don't even have to eat!"

Li Chuangcheng is a second-year soldier, but in this cooking class, he is the boss, and there is no one who has been in the army longer than him, except for a squad deputy Dong Ansheng who is also a soldier of the same year, he is the oldest - of course, the swineherd Zhu Dekang can't be counted, that fairy.

Walking to the big steamer for steaming steamed buns, Li Chuangcheng bent down, put his nose to the side of the steamer, and fanned some of the overflowing water vapor with his hand, and sniffed it.

"Alright, alright! The lower two layers are cooked! ”

As soon as he beckoned, two recruits from the cooking class ran over, lifted the lid of the steamer with a large fork, and then skillfully pulled out the bottom two layers, and the remaining two layers continued to be steamed on the pot.

Li Chuangcheng waved solemnly: "Come, come, come." ”

Solemnly walked over.

Li Chuangcheng opened the two cages full of heads, picked up a hot steamed bun from the bottom layer and hit it in the bowl.

"Try it, I haven't let you eat this stuff before when you came to help cook, this time you're our person, I'll let you eat what is the best steamed bun."

solemnly picked up the letter and took a bite.

Clicks–

The steamed bun is actually crispy, and it is refreshing and fragrant in the mouth.

If you take a closer look, it turns out that the bottom temperature is high, and the steamed buns are roasted to a browned color, and the taste is completely different from what you usually eat.

"Delicious!"

"Delicious, right?" Li Chuangcheng said with a smile: "Solemn, I know that your training is very good in the class platoon, and you came to the cooking class because you got into trouble, but it doesn't matter, you are very welcome here, isn't it good in our place?" In the class row, can you eat such a fresh and hot steamed bun that has just come out of the cage? ”

He patted his solemn shoulder: "Good job!" I don't know if you can raise pigs and raise a third-class skill! ”

This sentence almost didn't choke Zhuang Zhuang to death, and the half of the steamed bun that he swallowed in his throat almost stuck into his trachea, and he coughed violently a few times before he eased up.

Can you also get a third-class merit in raising pigs?

He felt that Li Chuangcheng was coaxing a three-year-old child.