The moon hung on the treetops, and Liang Shanhao returned with a full load of warriors.

In addition to two large carts of white noodles, there is also a lot of meat.

There is meat, and of course there is wine.

Most of the soldiers of Liang Shanhao's 31st Division are children of Sanqin, so they naturally love wine!

After days of fierce fighting, Liang Shanhao felt that these Guanzhong men should have a good meal of meat and a bowl of wine.

Seeing that Liang Shanhao and the others were back, the people in the cooking class surrounded them in a hurry.

The two eyes lit up, and the old king shouted in surprise: "Master! The turtle grandsons of the Ministry of Military Affairs were kind and gave them to us? ”

Liang Shanhao shouted: "The provisions of the Ministry of Military Affairs, just think about it!" This is all made by Lao Tzu, of course, it is all bought from the people's homes with money, and the price is very fair! ”

The chief of staff on the side shouted: "It must be fair!"

While looking at a fan of pork and bags of white flour, the old king shouted: "I'm a mother!" We don't have to drink gruel water tonight! ”

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, this grain is called your cooking class, you must let the brothers eat and drink well!"

Stretching out his hand and patting his chest, the old king raised his voice and shouted: "Master, you can rest assured!" Who is my old king, with so much food, I can still make the brothers eat well?"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Okay, okay, hurry up and cook, brother is hungry!"

With a promise, Lao Wang led the soldiers of the cooking squad to pull the grain cart to the vicinity of the wild stove.

After a while, the soldiers of the cooking class were busy.

Although Lao Wangtou is a chef in Shandong, the 31st Division is all children of Sanqin, and in order to take care of the taste of the soldiers, most of the dinner tonight is traditional Shaanxi cuisine.

The raw materials are finally sufficient, and the soldiers of the cooking class finally let go of their hands and feet to cook all kinds of Guanzhong food.

On the earthen stove at a glance, some soldiers make noodles, some soldiers make meatball spicy soup, some soldiers make meat sandwich buns, and there are indispensable oily noodles.

All in all, the barracks on the tip of the tongue have become Shaanxi on the tip of the tongue.

In order to speed up the cooking and let the brothers eat as soon as possible, Liang Shanhao ordered all troops to send manpower to the cooking class to help cook.

As the head of the first division, Liang Shanhao naturally couldn't be idle, and he also went to the cooking class to cook food.

Although Liang Shanhao's body is a strong man in the northwest, Liang Shanhao's soul is still a Guangdong man!

The Cantonese man is naturally still a southern stomach.

Most of the dozen or so ginseng chickens tonight were slaughtered by the warriors and made into meat buns.

Fortunately, Liang Shanhao specially ordered, and finally left a chicken.

Cantonese people can skip eating, but they must not drink soup!

After fighting for so many days and eating northern noodles for so many days, Liang Shanhao's subconscious thoughts about Guangdong chicken soup were almost three thousand feet down.

In the beautiful Guangdong, there is nothing that cannot be boiled.

So this is the only ginseng chicken, Liang Shanhao naturally has to use it to make soup.

After an hour of slow simmering, a pot of ginseng chicken soup with red dates floating in oil is finally ready!

The aroma was overflowing, and in addition to the old king, even the northwest men of the 31st Division were attracted over!

The old king shouted, "Master, your cooking skills are good!"

Enjoying the aroma of Guangdong chicken soup, a platoon leader from Baoji, Shaanxi Province shouted: "I'm a mother, it's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

Other Shaanxi soldiers shouted: "The division has a share!"

Liang Shanhao shouted: "No, no, just this pot of chicken soup, in addition to Lao Wangtou, there are also regimental and battalion-level officers, next time, Lao Tzu will personally cook chicken soup for you!"

Several regimental and battalion commanders and officers looked at each other and smiled, and immediately shouted: "Thank you!" Looks like we're in for a mouth! ”

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, are the brothers' meals ready?"

The old king nodded and said, "Master!" It's already ready, and it's ready to eat! ”

Liang Shanhao shouted: "Old Wangtou, blow the dining trumpet!"

The old king replied, "Yes!"

In a rhythmic meal, the soldiers of the 31st Division prepared to eat.

Standing on a high platform, Liang Shanhao shouted, "Wine!"

Hearing this, a guard poured a bowl of corn roast for Liang Shanhao.

Because of the wartime economic decline, Liang Shanhao could only buy more than a dozen jars of corn to burn.

Although corn roast is an ordinary farmhouse wine, a burning word indicates that this wine is strong!

Spirits with warriors, perfect!

The warriors held up a large bowl full of coarse porcelain roasted corn.

Holding the coarse porcelain bowl high, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Brothers, we have to pay tribute to those robes who died in battle for this first cup of wine!"

After speaking, Liang Shanhao burned the corn in the coarse porcelain bowl on the ground.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers of the 31st Division also burned corn from large porcelain bowls on the ground.

Pouring the wine again, Liang Shanhao continued to shout: "This second cup of wine, I want to salute everyone, without everyone's bloody battle, my 31st Division would not be able to fight so many beautiful battles!" Come on, drink! ”

The fighters echoed, "Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

In an open field, thousands of soldiers burned and drank the corn in a large porcelain bowl.

After pouring the wine for the third time, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Brothers, this third cup of wine! We must respect our ancestors, and hope that our ancestors can bless us to drive the little devils out of China! ”

Suddenly raised his right fist, and an officer who looked like a regiment commander took the lead and shouted: "Drive the little devils out of China!"

The soldiers echoed in unison: "Drive the little devils out of China!"

The chanting was higher and higher.

With a satisfied look on his face, Liang Shanhao exclaimed, "Good! Brothers, after this bowl of corn roast, let's continue to fight devils, come! Dry! ”

Holding up the coarse porcelain bowl, the warriors replied, "! Dry! Dry! ”

On the open ground, Liang Shanhao once again drank with thousands of soldiers.

After three rounds of drinking, the warriors sat down on the ground and enjoyed the sumptuous dinner.

After taking a big bite of the meat sandwich bun and drinking a small mouthful of the hot Guangdong chicken soup, the head of Meng shouted: "Master! Don't say it, this chicken soup with meat and buns is really a perfect match! Beautiful, beautiful! ”

also took a sip of chicken soup, and Captain Jiao shouted: "I didn't say what Captain Meng said, but the key is that this chicken soup is really delicious!"

Nodding, the chief of staff shouted: "The chicken soup is really delicious, but the chicken soup is not at all like the bold style of Guanzhong!"

After taking a sip of oil and splashing his pants and noodles, Liang Shanhao raised his eyebrows and said, "According to the chief of staff, where is this chicken soup made?"

With a slight groan, the chief of staff shouted: "In my opinion! It seems to be the practice of Guangdong! ”

Smiling slightly, Liang Shanhao shouted: "The chief of staff really knows how to eat!" Yes, I went to Guangzhou for a while, and the chicken soup there was delicious, in our words, beautiful! ”

Looking at each other and smiling, several regimental and battalion-level soldiers also responded: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

After the five flavors of the dish, in addition to the officers who were responsible for the defense of the barracks, several other regimental and battalion-level officers toasted Liang Shanhao one after another.

Holding a large bowl full of corn roast, Captain Jiao shouted: "Master! The brothers have brought so many beautiful battles with you, and it is all because of your command of people, and it is worth fighting with an officer like you, and dying on the battlefield! ”

Glancing at Captain Jiao, Liang Shanhao shouted, "Bah, bah! What do you say about death! You have to live a good life for Lao Tzu, and after the war, you have to go home to reunite with your mother-in-law and the girl! ”

Holding a large bowl of corn in both hands, Captain Jiao shouted repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes!" Come! Division! Drink! ”

Captain Jiao and Liang Shan staggered, and then drank it all.

As soon as Regiment Commander Jiao finished toasting, several other regimental and battalion-level officers launched a wheel battle against Liang Shanhao.

One person and one sentence of battlefield insight, one person and one bowl of corn burning straight up to the sky.

After this round of toasting, the eight officers are eight large bowls of corn roast, which is a whole two small jars!

The intensity of corn burning can catch up with Lao Maozi's vodka, ordinary people will get drunk after drinking one bowl, and they will be unconscious after drinking two bowls.

When he reached the eighth bowl, Liang Shanhao's face turned red, and he finally fell drunk on the table after drinking too much!

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