During the lunch break, the bright sunlight shone on Zhang Yan's face through the glass window, making him feel warm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the cold winter, he was able to come to the southeast beach to spend time, and the pain caused by his old cold legs and arthritis seemed to be alleviated.

Chinese New Year's Eve, a rare time to enjoy life, Zhang Yan squinted half-asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face.

I can't remember how many years I haven't been as happy as I am today.

With the sound of the wake-up whistle, Zhang Yan rolled over before rolling from the bed to the ground, and in the afternoon he was going to help the cooking class cook, he seemed to have thought of the appearance of his comrades-in-arms gathering together.

"All assembled!"

"Sentinels stay!"

The sentinels who stayed behind to change shifts stayed in the dormitory, while the others made their way to the cooking class.

Because the amount of meals at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was relatively large, and the cooking class could not be used, the entire canteen was opened to the officers and soldiers who helped the cooks.

"Listen to me, be quiet!"

"I'm Sammo Hung, the leader of the cooking squad at our base, and everyone calls me Fat Hong in private."

"Hahaha......" Sammo Hung's words were not finished, causing a burst of laughter, looking at his size and appearance, he was really almost the same as another Sammo Hung .

In the face of people's laughter, Sammo Hung didn't seem embarrassed, maybe he had encountered too much.

"Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, first of all, thank you all for coming over to help the cook, so that we can all have a hot dumpling tonight."

"The second is that from now on, the entire cooking class will obey my management, even Section Chief Liu and them are no exception."

"There are more dishes today, and the task is heavier, I hope the big guys can cheer up and let's have a good year together."

"Do you think you have the confidence to complete the task?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

There was a loud shout in the cafeteria, and every officer and soldier who helped the cook had a smile on his face.

Lao Liu stood quietly in the corner of the canteen with several "idler cadres" of the training team, Lao Tian, the company commander of the guard company, and the instructors. (The idler cadres are two white coats, Nangong goblins and the like, guys who don't have tasks for the time being)

All the personnel have to obey Fat Hong's management, and Zhang Yan and several of his instructors are all with the rookies in their class, just worried about what will happen to these rookies.

"Who knows how to cook? Those who know how to make dumplings stand in front! ”

Fat Hong suddenly shouted, and the rookies turned their heads to look at their sides, and they didn't know what they were looking at.

The veterans of the guard company seemed to be accustomed to the work of helping the cook, and as soon as Fat Hong's voice landed, several people volunteered to run to the front.

"Isn't there anyone in the training team who knows how to cook?" Fat Hong suddenly shouted, which made Zhang Yan's face instantly darken.

"This dead fat man is definitely deliberately pulling hatred!"

Zhang Yan muttered, his eyes turned around, and he didn't find any rookie actively running over, but found that four female soldiers were not far from him.

"Hey, Sun Qingrui, Zhang Bohan, don't you know how to cook? Hurry up and get up! ”

"Who said I could cook?" Zhang Bohan pouted and gave Zhang Yan a hygienic look, and then ignored him anymore.

Sun Qingrui on the other side blushed and muttered in a low voice: "Squad leader, I will eat, the dumplings made by my mother are particularly delicious." ”

After listening to Sun Qingrui's words, Zhang Yan almost slapped himself directly, he was a foodie, and looking at Sun Qingrui's appearance, he was obviously thinking about something beautiful.

Secretly glanced at Fat Hong's side, and found that there were still no people in the training team, Zhang Yan couldn't help but set his eyes on the other two female soldiers.

"Squad leader, don't look at me, I don't touch the spring water with my fingers, I'm an artist."

"Art is a fart," as soon as Zhang Ruolin finished speaking, she heard Zhang Ruohang next to her mutter, and then felt that the soft flesh on her waist was pinched.

The pain caused by the raid made Zhang Ruolin almost cry out, but when she saw the current situation, she still closed her mouth at the last moment, and at the same time, she was also glad that during this period of training, her skin was rough and thick, and she could be beaten!

"Why are you pinching me?" Zhang Ruolin squinted at Zhang Ruohang and asked.

"What kind of artist are you pretending to be an actor?"

"Okay, you two don't BB, Zhang Ruohang, can you make dumplings?"

Zhang Yan, who was standing next to him, saw that the two little girls were about to quarrel, so he covered his head angrily and didn't dare to look up, but he still had to ask.

"Squad leader, I don't look good." Zhang Ruohang doesn't seem to have much confidence.

Hearing Zhang Ruohang's words, Zhang Yan's whole eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately said, "It's okay, it's okay!" ”

"That's food, what do you want to look at! If you can eat it, hurry up! ”

"But ......."

"But it's a fart, hurry up."

"I don't work actively, and I have a problem with my thoughts!"

"If you celebrate the New Year, you will fight for a little gas and have a good year."

"Yes!"

Faced with Zhang Yan's threat, Zhang Ruohang finally pouted helplessly and walked to Fat Hong's side.

And because of Zhang Ruohang's appearance, a climax broke out in the canteen again, and in the army, female soldiers are always so popular.

"Alright, let's go!"

With Fat Hong's order, the people of the entire base were busy, and several officers and soldiers who knew how to make dumplings put together tables to form a temporary board.

Cutting meat, killing fish, breaking bones, it seems that everything related to "what to kill", veterans can do it at will.

And the craftsmanship of the rookies is obviously much worse.

Looking at the busy people, Zhang Yan summed up a problem, that is, the skills of rookies still need to be honed.

After a whole afternoon of hard work, more than 300 officers and men finally completed the task of helping the cook, and what awaited them next was the dinner party on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Everyone was in the canteen, and there was no need to go back, so under the leadership of the cadres, the officers and men just went to the open space outside the canteen and patted the soil and noodles on their bodies, and then returned to the canteen.

There was already a burst of fragrance in the kitchen of the cooking squad, and a platoon commander of the guard company took a squad of soldiers to the storeroom to carry drinks.

During the war preparation, alcohol is not allowed, only drinks can be used instead. (Because of the needs of the mission and the needs of training, the special forces do not smoke and drink.) ）

"My hands hurt so much, I feel like I don't feel my fingers anymore."

"Ruirui, yours are okay, look at mine," Hearing Sun Qingrui's complaint, Zhang Ruolin, who was sitting opposite her, also complained, and at the same time stretched out her hand, "You don't know, I've never been in the kitchen, but let me pick vegetables this afternoon, both of my hands have changed color, and they are all green." ”

"How many times does it take to get better?"

Looking at Zhang Ruolin's pitiful appearance, Zhang Bohan and Zhang Ruohang gave her a roll of their eyes at the same time and did not speak.

Zhang Yan happened to be sitting behind Zhang Ruolin, and when he heard Zhang Ruolin's complaints, he just wanted to say a few words, when he heard Fat Hong's shout: "Brothers, it's time to serve!" ”