Finally, it was my turn, and a group of people suddenly rushed in outside, all sweating profusely, it should have just ended training. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info these people entered the cafeteria and rushed up, inserting them in front of the scrivener. Gong Da Niu's anger rose to his head, and the last thing he could tolerate was for others to on his neck. Lu Shuting also looked bad, he used to be a platoon commander, and his meals were brought by others, how could he have suffered this kind of anger. The two of them were about to move their arms. The scrivener box and Zhao Yunlai hurriedly pulled it, the two ancestors must not cause trouble!

"We're new here, so let's stop. Don't be impulsive, isn't it just a meal, sooner or later it won't be our turn. Zhao Yunlai persuaded bitterly. The two of them finally held back.

Finally it was their turn, and a few people walked up to find that Lao Zhao's idea was wrong, the steamed buns were gone, the steamed rice was gone, and the vegetable soup was gone. Several people were dumbfounded, no wonder they all squeezed forward, and they had to drink the northwest wind when it was late.

"Hey, the food is gone, what are the people in the back eating?" Gong Daniu asked the cook with a glare. While roaring, he banged the lid with an iron spoon.

The noisy cafeteria suddenly became a lot quieter, and many people looked at this side with incredible looks.

"Knock on what, knock on it, love to eat or not, don't eat and brush the pot." The cooking soldier who spoke was also a Sichuan dialect. This is not unusual, many of this expeditionary force are from Sichuan, and there are also many from Yunnan and Guizhou, which is the closest to Burma.

Gong Daniu was really anxious this time, and he picked up the iron spoon and was about to smash the pot. An older cook stopped, "Young man, why is the anger so big?" Who said there was no more, come, come, I'll give you Sheng. The old cooker poured two pots of hot water into the pot and stirred them with a spoon, and the rice soup and vegetable soup were ready.

Gong Da Niu snorted angrily, if it weren't for the other party's age, his fist would have gone in the morning.

"Brother, this is also called rice?" Kong Zhaoqiang couldn't help but complain.

"Well, brother, it's going to be a little bit. Who told you to come late, arrive early tomorrow, and the steamed rice is available. To be honest, the food here is much stronger than in China, but it can't be wasted. "The old cooks enlightened Kong Zhaoqiang, but he was actually enlightening Gong Daniu and others.

"No one is allowed to complain anymore, eat!" The scrivener gave the order as usual.

Everyone was silent, and each person served a bowl of porridge and a bowl of vegetable soup. Porridge is really called a thin, the rice grains can be counted clearly, the so-called vegetable soup is floating a few leaves, and you can see a few points of oil floating.

The meal was a terrible meal. Gong Daniu wanted to break out several times, but was persuaded by the scrivener box and Kong Zhaoqiang.

The scrivener comforts everyone, although you haven't eaten enough, you can sleep well, at least you don't have to worry about it as before, and you don't have to take turns to stand guard. Everyone is indeed tired, and for the first time in many days, they can sleep comfortably. This sleep was very sound, and everyone snored like thunder.

Boom, boom, someone slammed the door. The scrivener was the first to wake up, and sat up. "Who?" He asked in a low voice. It's not dawn outside, why knock on the door so early.

"I, the cook, hurry up and open the door." Someone outside spoke, and his tone was stiff, and he seemed a little impatient when he just said a word.

Little Monkey and Zhao Yunlai also sat up. Why did the cooking class come here so early? Could it be that we didn't eat enough yesterday and came to deliver food? The little monkey fox was suspicious, got out of bed and went to open the door.

Squeak, the door opened, and a thin, withered middle-aged man entered. "Get up and come with me." The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, and when he came up, he gave an order.

"Lao Gong, Lao Lu, Lao Kong, all get up, there is a task." The scrivener box is called one by one. Soon the three of them got up and dressed neatly.

In the meantime, the middle-aged man urged several times, becoming more and more impatient.

The scrivener and others secretly wondered if it was too early to have breakfast at this time, and there were still stars outside the house, so it was just after midnight.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man urged again, and was the first to walk out the door. The others followed. The little monkey is still muttering, could it be that there is a sumptuous meal prepared in the room to entertain us? But the time is not right, who is in the mood to eat in the middle of the night.

"Why are you eating a late-night snack?" Kong Zhaoqiang was puzzled, he wanted to go with the little monkey.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, just snorted coldly. This guy walked into the cafeteria, and the scrivener and others followed in. The kitchen was hot and brightly lit, and several people were busy shuttling back and forth in the heat.

"You choose vegetables, you chop firewood, you carry water, you give Master Liu a hand, you wash the dishes and chopsticks over there......" The middle-aged man assigned tasks to the scrivener, Lu Shuting and others one by one. Everyone is a little stupid, and they wake people up in the middle of the night for this?

"What are you still doing, let's do it quickly." The middle-aged man urged.

Gong Daniu was the first to stand up and retort, "Who are you, why do you let me wash the dishes?" ”

The middle-aged man sneered, "Hehe, why?" Why do you say that I'm the boss here! ”

At this time, an old cook came over and explained: "This is the leader of our cooking class, the leader of the Ma class. "They have seen this old cook's scrivener, and when they eat dinner, he mixes hot water in the pot, and they also comfort Gong Daniu.

"Squad leader......" Lu Shuting didn't do it anymore, his face was gloomy, and he really wanted to go up and give the other party a mouthful. He was a dignified platoon leader, but he was called by a small cooking squad leader, and what was even more intolerable was that this guy also asked him to chop wood. Lu Shuting kept moving forward, and once the distance was right, he would grab the other party's neck and mouth.

The scrivener saw Lu Shuting's intentions, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, "Old Lu, calm down." We are new here, and we must follow the command. ”

Kong Zhaoqiang also persuaded, "Platoon Commander Lu, let's just do it." How can a man not bow his head under a low eaves? It's been a lot of hard work to come here, don't make a mistake again. ”

At this time, an even greater wave of heat rushed in and spread throughout the kitchen. The freshly steamed steamed buns are out of the pot, and the snow-white steamed buns are neatly placed in the cage drawer, much like a squad of soldiers being reviewed. The cage drawers are stacked up and down, there are more than a dozen layers, and the steaming heat comes from here. Lu Shuting stared at the steamed buns in a daze, he was a northerner, and he hadn't eaten steamed buns for more than half a year. You must know that the composition of the expeditionary force is mainly composed of Sichuan, Yunnan, Guizhou and other southerners, and the food of the troops is naturally mainly rice. Steamed buns are about to become a kind of memory for Lu Shuting.

Lu Shuting left the squad leader and ignored it, walked straight to the side of the cage drawer, opened the bow with his left and right hands at the same time, grabbed a few steamed buns and stuffed them into his mouth. Little Monkey, Kong Zhaoqiang and the others looked stunned, is this still the platoon commander of Lu, it doesn't match his daily style!

Squad Leader Ma sneered again, "Eat slowly, don't choke." When you are full, hurry up and chop firewood, and you can't chop one less. After saying that, he turned around and left.

Leaving the little monkey, Gong Daniu and others staring at each other, this is the army, can you eat whatever you want in the kitchen? Fuck it, let's go too! Little Monkey and Gong Da Niu also made their moves, and their goal was not steamed buns, but steamed sweet potatoes on the other side. I didn't eat dinner well, and now that I think about it, I'm really hungry, so let's eat.

"Company commander, this ......" Zhao Yun looked at the three people's eating appearances, and didn't know what to say. The scrivener box is very speechless, and it is not persuasion, nor is it persuasion.

The cooks who were working turned their heads to watch, some of them surprised, but soon returned to normal, what to do. They have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, or rather, they are accustomed to it. This is the cooking class, which has a natural advantage in terms of eating.

"Let's go too." Kong Zhaoqiang asked for the opinion of the scrivener.

"Up." The scrivener box was also decisive, and rushed directly to the steamed buns. Kong Zhaoqiang and Zhao Yunlai were not far behind, they didn't grab the scrivener, the goal was to steam rice.

Things went smoothly in the future, and Lu Shuting and Gong Daniu no longer complained, after all, eating other people's mouths is short, and they should do some work. Some chop wood, some carry water, and some help the old cooks. The whole house was busy.

Breakfast was ready, and it was dawn. The old cooks washed their hands and rested in the back kitchen, and the squad leader ordered that the task of cooking for the soldiers be handed over to the new arrivals such as the scrivener.

The old cook was very enthusiastic, and told the scrivener that they must master the degree of goodness when cooking, one spoonful of vegetables, two spoonfuls of rice or three steamed buns per person, and they must not give more, otherwise there will be many people who will not be able to eat and there will be chaos.

The scrivener box and the little monkey and Gong Daniu were responsible for serving vegetables to the soldiers, one spoonful per person; Lu Shuting and Kong Zhaoqiang are responsible for serving rice, two spoonfuls each; Zhao Yunlai is responsible for distributing steamed buns, three per person. Although it is strictly distributed according to the amount, in the end, there are still some later people who have not touched it. A few people were a little relieved, it turned out that there was something they couldn't touch every day when they ate, and it was not aimed at them.

The breakfast is not long, and it is all solved within half an hour. After all the eaters had been evacuated, the cooks began to clean up the scene. They were not idle in the scrivener, washing dishes and chopsticks, and cleaning the stove.

All the work has been cleaned up, and it is already three poles of the day. After resting for more than two hours, I started to prepare lunch again, which is still the same old way, chopping wood, carrying water, and choosing vegetables...... There are no steamed buns at noon, and the staple food is all rice. At twelve o'clock, hundreds of people began to enter the canteen to eat, and it was another round of dining......

The afternoon was a long time off, four hours. A few people in the scrivener can even take a nap and start preparing dinner around 5 p.m. It has only started for less than a day, and a few people are a little proficient, and they don't need to be instructed by veterans to chop firewood, pick up water, and choose vegetables.

After dinner, simply clean up the kitchen, and the day's work is completely over. The squad leader Ma, who had not seen anyone for a day, appeared, and nodded to a few people in the scrivener, "Well done, behave well, the best of you may be able to stay." ”

A few people in the scrivener box were almost stunned, isn't it just a squad leader, and the shelves are bigger than the regiment leader. Isn't it just a cooking class, is it so difficult to stay? It's like staying at the headquarters. However, they didn't raise the bar with each other, they still said that they were newcomers, and they endured everything.