"Zla~~" The mutton fat boiled on the dough, and the aroma mixed with shallots and mutton steamed up. The jackals smelled this aroma and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. The new batch of jackals originally thought that their head of the regiment was just modest when he said that he was a cook.

So I secretly prescribed some compressed dry food to fill my stomach. Now these people regret dying, and stuffed the compressed dry food in three or two strokes. Then like the old jackals, he stretched his neck and waited for Hou Dasheng to prepare the meal. But I saw a man in his thirties with a scar on his face, and hit an old jackal next to him with his elbow.

"Fack! Razor, you bastard, why didn't you tell me just now that what the regiment commander said was true! But when he saw this man with a scar on his face, he scolded in a low voice: "You old bastard, you must be eating a few more bites for yourself!" Damn, I shouldn't have carried you old bastard off the battlefield before! ”

The white man with a knife-faced face who he called Razor, who was in his forties and had an almost bald head, chuckled: "Bear~! The leader himself has said that you must not believe it. Didn't you see us old guys, none of us going to eat compressed dry food?! You little cubs don't know about this stubble! ”

"The head of the regiment didn't lie, he was really a cook when he came in. It's just that his combat level is no worse than his cooking. Let's put it this way, among the people who cook, the head of the regiment must be the best at fighting. Among the people who do mercenaries, the regiment commander must be the best at cooking! ”

As he spoke, Razor paused before continuing: "To be honest, I don't know how many mercenary groups envy our leader!" Basically know our jackal leader, and everyone knows his unique cooking skills. And that's not all, the captain can find a bunch of suitable ingredients from any area to make a hearty meal! This is not something that any chef says he has. ”

"That's it, let alone a mercenary group. Even if it's a regular army, how many of them can have this skill?! ”

The bear agrees with Razor's statement. Indeed, the great powers basically have their own fist combat units. There are units that can form combat capabilities in several areas. But it would be difficult for these troops to make a big meal for their team members to a certain extent in these areas.

The troops of the European and American systems pay attention to logistics. The few who fight deep over long distances either carry sufficient field rations, or have a dedicated logistics supply chain or station supply. At worst, they can contact someone from the company to provide them with support.

You don't have to worry too much about eating, but it's troublesome to say that you want to eat well and eat a big meal. Sometimes, even having enough to eat is a hassle. Hou Laohu's system can find a certain amount of food from wild vegetables as much as possible. But basically, it's just a certain amount of food.

To eat well, it is still difficult for some strong people. Hou Dasheng combines the advantages of the two to a certain extent, of course, this is also related to the region he is in now. At least he can get enough meat and some seasonings from the warehouse left by Lu Song.

But more importantly, he was able to find some humble wild vegetables and spices he needed from the Gobi. Some of them are toxic or unpalatable. Hou Dasheng had studied in advance and knew how to remove the toxicity they carried. I also know how to make them tastier.

"Let's da~bada~" Soon, the dough was fried. It was served on the table. Hou Dasheng began to fry the meat. I have to say that the war still hurts a lot here. At least the supply of vegetables is a big problem. Lu Song and the others hoarded some mustard and pickles, which came in handy.

Pour mutton fat into the pot, and throw the chopped spices into it, and you can hear the sound of "Zla~~" oil explosion. The cut mutton was thrown in and fried "hula~hula~". There is no spatula here, this is the trunk that Hou Dasheng cut directly from a tree temporarily, and cut it out.

Peel it, wash it, grill it over charcoal fire, and use it. It's kind of barely good. The mutton was tumbling in the mutton fat, and Hou Dasheng threw the chopped carrots into it. Add water and start to stuffy. At the same time, another clay pot was also heated and mutton fat was poured in.

Cut the pieces into small pieces with pepper, paprika, salt, soy sauce...... The lamb chops that have been marinated for a while are then covered with egg whites, then coated in flour and thrown into the oil tank. I heard the sound of "Zizizi~~" constantly sounding. Use chopsticks to separate the pieces of meat to be adhered to, fry them until golden, and then scoop them up and place them in a washed rattan basket.

At this time, the sound of swallowing saliva is louder. There were more people around. Hou Dasheng fried the lamb chops for a while, turned around and picked up the lid. saw that the mutton in the pot had been stewed, and there was a burst of sound. They fought together with the soup and put it in a basin for three pots.

"Come on, wash the pot and heat it again!" Hou Dasheng said, picked up a clay pot and poured the egg yolk just now. Then he fell into a few eggs and kept stirring them with chopsticks: "Come on, break the eggs!" ”

After speaking, he grabbed a handful of chopped shallots and threw them in. At this time, Hou Dasheng's identity as a chef was even better than when he was the head of the regiment, and when he said what he was going to do, someone immediately came up and worked for him with a dog's face.

Throwing out the task of mixing eggs, Hou Dasheng continued to fry lamb chops. After a while, the lamb chops were all fried, and the pot was washed and brought back, and the smoke began to rise. The oil from the fried lamb chops was not wasted and half of it was placed in a hot pan.

After brushing the pot with oil, Hou Dasheng took the clay pot from the hand of the person who stirred the eggs. Pour all the eggs mixed with the shallots into the pot at once.

"Zla~~~" exploded, and the egg was quickly formed. Hou Dasheng roared in a low voice, and actually lifted the entire pot from the ear of the pot at once. Then it kept turning, and the eggs were stirred up with the pot under the effect of gravity.

Hou Dasheng was spinning and shaking the pot constantly. When the egg mixture was almost finished, he roared again and threw the pot up! only to see a huge egg cake thrown into the air by him, flipped over and then fell into the pot again!

At this time, Hou Dasheng poured the remaining half of the mutton fat from the edge of the pot into it. About half of it was poured and waited until the oil began to rattle in the middle of the "zla~zla~". He picked up the dagger and cut the quiche into quarters.

Then scoop it up with a spatula and start serving. "Coo~" Coo~The swallowing sound of saliva became louder. Now this newcomer, even if he doubts Hou Dasheng's combat and command ability, he will definitely not question his ability to cook. Even many people are glad in their hearts that there is such a regiment leader who can at least be killed to be a full ghost.

In the end, the mutton fat from the fried mutton chops was poured into the pot by Hou Dasheng. Let's cut the cabbage with the cubs below. This thing is not so difficult to find in Libya, and Lu Song and his people are almost inseparable from vegetables. It's relatively easy to store, so I'll keep it a bit.

"Zla~~" The cabbage was thrown into the pot, and Hou Dasheng quickly stir-fried it a few times, but it was not thoroughly fried. It's just that the outer layer is heated up a bit, and then it is directly scooped up and plated. There were also some cabbages, which were not cut. It's the whole leaf that is broken together.

The cabbages were placed in rattan baskets and placed on a makeshift table with a door panel. At this time, Hou Dasheng's several clay pots of soup were also cooked. After a casual padding on the table, Hou Dasheng put on two pairs of tactical gloves and quickly served the crockpot soup to the table.

At this time, the hound walked up to Hou Dasheng and whispered, "Boss, there are people outside who want to see you." Said to represent the company and the building. ”

"On behalf of the company and the building?!" Hou Dasheng's brows furrowed, and then he said lightly: "Let them come over, I'll meet them here." ”

Hearing this, the hound said softly, "Could there be any danger?!" The company and the guys in the building have never been a good thing. Our jackals have suffered from them. Boss, I think it's better for us to be more prepared......"

"Since he has clearly laid out the cart and horse pot, he is obviously not here to find fault." Hou Dasheng smiled slightly and said, "This is not Iraq, nor is it Afghanistan. Even if they have an idea, it will take time to mobilize people. If you have to use precision-guided weapons, there is no need to come to see me. ”

After speaking, Hou Dasheng turned around and began to close the rest of the noodles: "Go!" I came back just in time for dinner, and after a while, I arranged for the brothers at the outpost to change the guard and come back for dinner. Let's take a break and then head to the city! ”

Seeing that Hou Dasheng had made up his mind, the hound could only bow his head and bring people over.

Hou Dasheng didn't stop, and the mutton fat was spilled into the pot. A pancake had already been formed in his hand, and the pancake with shallots was spread out in the pot by Hou Dasheng, and after a while, it began to slowly harden under the pull of the mutton fat. Looking at the sand onion cake, Hou Dasheng helplessly turned back to the jackals behind him and said, "The conditions here are limited, I'll make other delicious food for everyone when I go back." ”

The jackals listened to the words, and suddenly nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice.

It was also at this time that the Hound slowly approached with a man in a white robe with a big beard who looked very Arabian. Hou Dasheng had already turned over the cake at this time, and only after both sides were fried did he cut it with a dagger and pick it up.

I fried three pieces of bread and looked at it and thought it was enough to eat. Hou Dasheng wiped his hands with a towel, and said to the jackals with a smile: "Okay, everyone eat first!" Go back and replace the other brothers. ”