By soliciting the tastes of the soldiers and counting the number of diners in each department that day, the cooking class used this as a benchmark to make certain improvements. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a few days of rectification, the dining method of the buffet mode has gradually adapted, although there are still some leftovers occasionally, but the impact is not great.

In the midst of the praise received by the military region, the military region finally decided to reward the collective third-class merit of the cooking class once, and listening to the leaders' intentions, there is also the intention of vigorously promoting it.

As for Ye Chen, who made meritorious contributions to this suggestion, it was a commendation from the whole army, and the military merit medal was gone.

Time is slowly passing, and there are less than 10 days left before the 1 August Army Day, and in the military region's circular, a notice was posted, which was related to the military region's 1 August Army Day gala.

This time the party is full participation, every department has to produce a program, no matter how good or bad the program is, even if you learn a few dog barks, it is also a program, so the order comes, some people are happy and some are worried.

The people in the cooking class suddenly made a mess, and in addition to being able to pick up a big spoon, there are really few people in the cooking class who are proficient in acting.

According to the current situation, Ye Chen could have helped, but because the art troupe also elected and pushed several programs to participate in the August 1st military exercise to create many works, Ye Chen, who was already on the list of people who entered Beijing this time in the art troupe, so he could not perform on behalf of the cooking class.

"Xiao Mao, Shuai Hu, we old people don't have any special skills, or you and Shuai Hu will automatically raise your hands and vote, and come out to perform and sing alone!"

Singing, most people can, but when it comes to voice, except for Xiao Mao and the folk poet Shuai Hu, no one in the entire cooking class can sing completely, and what is even more disgusting is that most of the people can run away and go to their grandmother's house.

As soon as Mao Bufan heard that he was going to let himself perform, or in front of so many people, he beat the drum in his heart, his two voices, that is, they were better than them, if he went out to sing, he would not be laughed to death by everyone, so he quickly pushed it to Shuai Hu.

Shuai Hu is a college student and a so-called folk poet, but when he heard that he was allowed to perform on stage, he suddenly felt a little weak, and glanced at Mao Bufan, who pushed the problem on himself, and said: "Class leader, I just need those two brushes, it's not okay to perform!" ”

Hong Dapang looked at the two and said, "What? Our cooking class can't find a representative of us to perform, usually the two of you sing happily, now it's okay, what do you seem to give one by one, are you worthy of the title of our 'excellent cooking class'? ”

Hong Da Pang glanced at everyone and said, "Enlightenment, brothers, there are many leaders who want to participate in this August 1 military exercise, don't you want to behave well?" ”

In the end, Shuai Hu stood up and said: "I'm not good at singing, or I'd better recite my poems!" ”

As soon as Shuai Hu's words came out, he immediately aroused the eyes of a crowd.

The affairs of the cooking class are in full swing, and the others are not easy, if the busiest is the art troupe, because they not only have to prepare for the upcoming military district party, but also for the August 1st military art party.

In response to this national military art gala, it will also be broadcast live on CCTV, and the art troupes of various military regions are very fond of this, and they pushed their works to the organizing committee early.

The avant-garde art troupe naturally can't avoid it, but at this moment, because of Ye Chen's appearance, there is still half a month to go, Chen Daxian and Wang Xuefeng finally decided to temporarily push Ye Chen's works up.

After the promotion of the buffet model, Ye Chen rarely went to the cooking class to experience life because of rehearsals, only occasionally went there, and the rest of the time, he was writing the follow-up story of "The Big Knife Cut Off the Heads of the Devils", while creating "The Story of the Cooking Class".

For "The Story of the Cooking Class", Ye Chen has been in contact with the cooking class during this time, and he also knows a lot of interesting things about them through them, so he added a few paragraphs as a supplement on the original basis, which can be regarded as having his own things.

When he handed over the first draft to Wang Xuefeng, Wang Xuefeng's eyes looked at Ye Chen, just like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, which made Ye Chen a little stunned.

"Commander, you see that there is nothing wrong, I went to the cooking class here, and I haven't been there for two days, I miss them."

Wang Xuefeng knew what he was thinking, waved his hand and said: "Go, go, remember your affairs, don't be in the art troupe, your heart is in the cooking class!" ”

Ye Chen smiled: "Commander, how is it possible, aren't you kidding me?" That's nothing, I'll go! ”

"Let's go, let's go, I'll send this notebook to Sister Zhang later, the beautiful girl should be coming to pick up the manuscript soon, by the way, the beautiful girl said that your writing is good, but there are a lot of typos, if you write so many mistakes, she will deduct your manuscript fee."

Ye Chen just wanted to leave, and when he heard Wang Xuefeng's words, he suddenly said anxiously: "Commander, is it easy for me to write this thing, I get up early and be greedy, how can she say that she can deduct it, no, I have to find her to talk to her." ”

Wang Xuefeng glared at him and said: "What else do you kid say, hurry up and go to your cooking class, people have heard that a lot of time has been wasted to correct you, it's like publishing a book, you have to find a time to invite people to have a meal, otherwise it will be too boring!"

Ye Chen understood, the head of the regiment was holding himself to open the brush, so he responded to two sentences and walked outside, said hello to the rehearsal comrades-in-arms and left the art troupe.

During this time, Ye Chen has always handed over the articles written in his notebook to Mr. Zhang Huanzhang, because Zhang Meili will come to visit Mr. Zhang Huanzhang every week, so the procedure of mailing is omitted.

Ye Chen seemed to be killed in the cooking class with a gust of wind, and outside the door, he heard that they were still there discussing about the party, and Shuai Hu even recited his poems.

"There is no pager around the waist of the squad leader,

No big brother,

There are no ornaments for the big rich to show off their status;

Only a small bunch of keys,

He was in charge of the kitchen and warehouse in the company.

Maybe his waist looks empty,

Maybe his waist was too cold

……

Sweat oozing from the forehead,

forced a smile on his face,

The comrades-in-arms in the company ate a delicious meal,

The joy of happiness crept up the brow,

The squad leader's waist is our role model!

The waist of the squad leader is our pride!! ”

Fat Hu listened to Shuai Hu's song "The Waist of the Squad Leader", which I don't know how many songs he recited, although most of them praised himself, but it sounded really awkward, so he waved his hand and said: "How can this work, if you are on the stage, wouldn't it make the soldiers in the audience laugh until they cramp!" ”

Ye Chen pushed open the door when he heard this, "Shuai Hu's poem is good, I suggest it, it's best to add "Da Zhou's Face" and "Lao Gao's Legs", counting this is a recitation program, after all, it is our true color performance, what is there to be ashamed of." Besides, don't you always want me to write a song for everyone? I've already written this, so please take a look! ”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, flipped a few pages and gave it to Hong Dapang and said, "Squad leader, take a look, satisfied or not!" ”

Hong Dapang took the notebook and saw that there were five big characters written on it: "Hymn to the Cooking Class".