The boss of the cooking class looked at the three cooks like wolves and tigers, as if they had never eaten in eight lifetimes, so he could only shake his head, sigh, and leave.

Zhuang Yan, Wang Datong, and Liu Ruiyong were holding a steamed bun in their hands, holding one on their chopsticks, one in their mouths, one in their eyes, and still thinking about one in their hearts.

The first layer of steamed buns disappeared in front of everyone in the cooking class at an extremely fast speed, and before anyone else could react, it had already been swept away.

"I'm a fairy banban! You eat like this, do we still eat it? "A soldier in the cooking squad held his own flipping basin and couldn't believe what was in front of him.

However, the cooking squad leader is very good, and this veteran sergeant has already served for the fourth year, and he is from Guangxi, and he is very honest.

He pushed the cook and said, "What do you care about with the trainees in the class?" People can't take the turn to help the cook once a month, just eat, you can eat every day, not to mention that there is still a pot? ”

When the cook saw the old squad leader speak, he didn't dare to say anything more, so he walked away.

The cooking squad leader asked Zhuang Yan and the others: "Have you eaten enough?" ”

Zhuang Zhuang felt that the squad leader in front of him was really a good person, and there was no one who could be so polite with a sergeant and a few privates.

"Eat your fill, squad leader!"

The cooking squad leader said: "Drink some porridge, don't eat it for the time being, otherwise it will rise in your stomach later, and you will be uncomfortable. ”

The implication of these words from the mouth of the cooking squad leader is already a fly on the bald man's head - it is obvious.

Isn't this equivalent to telling the solemn people that there will be enough elbows to eat at noon?

The cooking class is close to the water and the platform is the first to get the month, and the cooks can eat with their mouths full of oil, which is definitely not the exclusive treatment of grassroots companies, it is absolutely universal, and every unit is like a bird.

"Thank you, squad leader!"

solemnly moved, I almost burst into tears on the spot, and when I thought of the pork knuckle at noon......

Pork knuckle!

Malegobi!

It's been a long time since I've eaten something so enjoyable, it's better than any ghost chicken, duck and fish, and the greasy the food now, the better, even if you eat lard with a spoon, such a physical training intensity can be digested!

After the cooking squad leader left, Wang Datong asked solemnly: "How many have you eaten?" ”

Solemnly touched his round belly and said, "Eight! No loss! ”

Wang Datong asked Liu Ruiyong again: "How many of you?" ”

Liu Ruiyong smiled and said, "I'm seven." ”

The corners of Wang Datong's mouth curled, and he said proudly: "You two recruit eggs, do you know how many I ate?" ”

The two shook their heads.

Wang Datong slapped his belly, clanged, and said, "I ate ten!" ”

"Holy!" Zhuang Zhuang suddenly gasped, gave a thumbs up and said, "Big mouth, you are so godly!" ”

Wang Datong is short and dundeng, but it is very strong, just like the shape of a bucket, straight up and down, the whole body is round, if you go to the side of the road in the dark light, someone will definitely think it is a newly placed garbage can, throw banana peels at his head.

The most important thing is that Wang Datong has a nickname, and the squad is called Wang Dazui.

With a big mouth, you can directly swallow a large Hainan mango when you open it.

Some things are talented, and they can't be envied, such as eating, Comrade Wang Dazui, who has an absolute advantage in hardware, let Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong appreciate what is beyond the reach of the dust, and what is called the high mountain Yangzhi.

After the three of them finished sacrificing the solemnity of the Five Organs Temple, of course, they could not forget the brothers in the same class who were still suffering on the training ground, and asked Liu Ruiyong and Wang Datong to sum up, in addition to dividing a few more steamed buns on the dinner plate of their own district team, each of them also piled up the big rice plate into a pyramid shape, put it under the cement board, and waited for everyone to stuff it to those comrades who ate a lot after breakfast.

It is also considered that they are unlucky, because the secretary got up early today.

The secretary of the third squadron is surnamed Tie, and he is a second-class sergeant major, which is the kind of military rank with two arrows and two bars, and graduated from the division chief training brigade, and is not considered a volunteer or a cadre.

The lean one of the chief of the iron secretary, a native of Xiangxi, is not tall, with a long loofah face, small eyes and a small nose, and everything is small at first glance, as if even the materials on the face have been saved.

Such a master who even saves the meat on his own body, is outrageously calculating.

The secretary general is the god of wealth of the company, and he is a well-known veteran of the whole brigade, so the officers and soldiers secretly gave him the nickname Iron Rooster, and when it comes to managing finances, he is the kind of god who can sweep breadcrumbs in the cracks of the door, which can be described as absolutely competent.

Usually the secretary does not get up early, he has a small cubicle next to the row room of the cooking class, which is both the financial room and the dormitory.

I woke up early this day because I was going to the town to go to Rammy.

Since this batch of new trainees came, the originally full granary has been empty for a few days, and last night I knocked on the abacus all night, calculated the food relationship transferred from each company, and made a plan for the use of the training food funds, and planned to bring the first batch of rice back to the storehouse this morning.

I just entered the cooking class and went around, there is nothing wrong with it, and the work of the cooking class is still very solid. All the steamed buns have been released from the cage and are being divided into war basins and served to the table in the canteen.

Comrade Tie Secretary nodded with satisfaction, his small eyes narrowed into slits, the bullseye was put into his stomach, and he was bending down to take a bucket with water to wash his face and brush his teeth, when he suddenly saw a steamed bun hidden under the cement board.

Three large soldiers' rice plates, piled with hills-like steamed buns, are like cowering pyramids, how to look at them.

His bottom line of professional ethics was challenged, and he remembered the meal plan he made last night when he stayed up late to fight with the lantern, and his heart suddenly became nameless, so he turned around and asked without thinking about it: "Who is this steamed bun?" ”

The secretary has been in the teaching team for seven years, and of course the students can't hide this bit from him.

These three basins are full of heads, and the chief of the iron department can figure out what is going on with his toes.

He felt the need to criticize the man who hid the steamed bun.

"Who's it! Do you have the courage to admit it? ”

Without saying a word, the chief of the iron department brought the three lunch boxes of steamed buns directly to the cement table and put them down!

It's over, it's over!

It's going to be bad again!

solemn heart jumped, and secretly exchanged a look with Wang Datong and Liu Ruiyong.

What to do?

Wang Datong looked at the solemnity with a tragic gaze and nodded slightly.

"What?" Solemnity was a little confused.

Wang Datong glanced at the secretary who was shipping, shook his head slightly, and didn't dare to speak.