"Today is a memorable day...... Qin Lang began, but was immediately interrupted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What? It's your birthday? Rachel pretended to think for a few seconds, then tilted his head towards Elizabeth and deliberately said in a tone of uncertainty that "Oh no, your birthday seems to be ......"

Elizabeth, who was unprepared, was immediately tricked. "May 6th."

"Look," Rachel put down the cutlery in her hand, pointed to her cousin with both hands and said to Qin Lang, "Qin, Elizabeth cares about you so much that she remembers your birthday so clearly. You ......"

"Don't you care about your little Yishui, little Rachel?" Elizabeth, who realized that she had been teased, replied unceremoniously, and deliberately accentuated the tone of "your little easy water". "Even if his birthday is so weird and varied, you remember it very well."

Qin Lang laughed - his birthday was the Gregorian calendar, it was not strange that Elizabeth could remember it, but Yi Shui's birthday was the lunar calendar, if Rachel hadn't studied it carefully, how could she remember it for sure?

However, now that they are engaged, she can confidently admit that she does care deeply about Yi Shui, so Elizabeth's attempt to use this example as a weapon of her own counterattack is simply futile and pointless - and the same is true of this language game provoked by Rachel.

Qin Lang decided to put an end to it. "It has nothing to do with my birthday, it's just that today, the troops going to Abyssinia finally set off." He made an exception and picked up the wine glass on the table and took a small sip of wine, "This is the first time that our mercenaries have gone on a combat mission outside the United States. ”

So it's memorable.

Rachel thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, the first time is always memorable, and we should celebrate it."

This time, not only Qin Lang, but Elizabeth also laughed, and laughed and laughed, it seemed that it was difficult to suppress. Rachel looked at them in confusion, trying to figure out what they were laughing at, but she didn't see anything. "Qin, Elizabeth, what are you laughing at? Am I saying something wrong? ”

"Nothing, you didn't say anything wrong." Qin Lang smiled, shrugged casually, and then became serious, "Of course, Rachel, we should indeed celebrate—but not now. ”

"Sean, Duncan, and your little Yishui, they're all in San Diego right now." Elizabeth adds, "Even if we're going to have a celebration, we have to wait until they come back. ”

Qin Lang finally said. "We'll have to wait a few more months."

Indeed, the celebration will not take place until everyone is there. Rachel agreed with Qin Lang and Elizabeth's suggestion, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take advantage of the topic - after all, she had been inexplicably ridiculed by them just now.

"You've worked so well together." She said she slowly fiddled with the food on her plate with her fork, "as if it had been rehearsed beforehand." Of course, I prefer to think that you have reached the point where you have reached the point where you have the same heart, and you both understand what the other person wants to say, which is much better than me and my little Yishui......"

"Rachel!"

While Rachel and Elizabeth were playing boring language games in the dining room, O'Connor was enduring the worst pain he had ever suffered since he was born on a passenger liner called the Black Swan - he was seasick, and very badly seasick.

"God, I really shouldn't have been on this damn ship." He complained weakly.

"Really? I can tell the captain to turn around and go back to San Diego. Duncan, who was peeling an apple next to him, stopped his movements, looked up at him, and asked very sincerely, "Sean, do you need me to do this?" ”

"Nope." As he expected, O'Connor did not hesitate and immediately refused, "There is no need, Duncan, I will be fine in a few days." ”

"I hope so, but ......" Duncan seemed to say something, but hesitated, he didn't say anything, just shrugged his shoulders, and then lowered his head and continued to peel the apple. After a while, he finished the job and looked up again. "Would you like apples, Sean?"

"Thank you, but I can't eat anything."

"That's a shame." Duncan took a big bite of the apple and munched loudly as he muttered, "You know, the Italian chef on this boat is pretty good, at least he grills a much better steak than the Mexican chef we hired - of course, Italians don't cook Mexican food......

"Duncan, can you silence me for a moment?" O'Connor was almost fainted by Duncan's anger. The last thing he wanted to hear about now was food - now he was hungry and desperate for something to eat, but he couldn't eat anything - and even if he did, he would vomit it out quickly.

It's a very uncomfortable situation, you want to eat but you can't eat anything, and yet Duncan is not only munching on apples, but also chattering about chefs, steaks, and Mexican food...... What could be more nerve-torturing than that?

O'Connor couldn't stand such torture.

However, as miserable as he was, Duncan didn't seem to realize anything. "Quiet you for a while? Do you think it's appropriate to do that? Sean, you're sick, and as a friend I should be by your side and talk about something that will make you happy so you can get better faster. ”

But what you're talking about doesn't make me happy at all, it only makes you happy. O'Connor thought depressedly, and was tempted to speak his mind. In the end, though, he didn't do it, considering that Duncan was just out of concern for himself and not out of love.

"Duncan, let me be alone for a while," he asked, "why don't you go and see what the soldiers are doing?" ”

"Are you sure? Let me go? ”

"I'm pretty sure."

"Okay, I'll be away for a while, but I'll be back soon." Duncan nodded to O'Connor, got up and walked out of the cabin—but almost immediately, he stuck his head in again. "Oh, by the way, there's one thing I forgot to tell you, today's dinner is Italian......"

O'Connor finally couldn't take it anymore. "Duncan!" With all his strength, he shouted, "Shut up! ”

His cries were heard by many people – including Zhang Biao and Butz. Like the others, they simultaneously turned their gaze in the direction from which the sound came from, and then turned back a moment later.

"So...... What do you think is going on, Zhang? Butz asked.

"You're on too many concerns, William." Zhang Biao frowned. His rule is simple: as the lowest employee in the company, don't waste time asking about anything you shouldn't know. "Curiosity can kill a cat." He said.

"You're being too cautious, man." But Butz didn't continue to ask. After all, the object of this matter is not the commander of a certain squad or squadron, but the two directors of the company, who knows why they quarreled?

He changed the subject. "Did you know that today's dinner was Italian."

"What's so special about that?" For Zhang Biao, whether it is Mexican food, Italian food, or any other watercress, as long as it is watercress, it is something difficult to swallow, and now he only wants to eat one meal of his hometown - thinking of this, Zhang Biao began to envy Wen Desi more and more, as well as the other Chinese mercenaries who returned to China to carry out missions.

"How nice it would be to be able to go back to my hometown once." He sighed.

"Indeed." Surprisingly, Butz seems to understand his homesickness, but in reality, he's just as uninterested in Italian food and very much nostalgic for the food back home.

But Butz didn't miss anything particularly fine – as a descendant of German immigrants, he missed only Frankfurter sausages. "If I had the chance," he fantasized, "I'd eat two pounds a day...... No, five pounds of sausage. Of course, it's best to have some pickled cabbage with it. ”

Zhang Biao could not understand Butz's pursuit, although his own pursuit was not very high-end. But either way, they miss the food back home, and that's unquestionable and fairly consistent.

But now, they can only enjoy Italian cuisine with a frown.

However, this attitude is undoubtedly extremely wrong. "When you arrive in Abyssinia, all you can eat is luncheon meat, apart from the food of the locals." Duncan said to Eugene•Smith and a few other officers he had run into by chance, "Trust me, you're going to experience the pain I've experienced." ”

Fried luncheon meat, grilled luncheon meat, rice cake sandwich luncheon meat, luncheon meat pie, stewed luncheon meat, luncheon meat pie, boiled luncheon meat greased...... Thinking of the tragic time when he was forced to play the guinea pig, Duncan's appetite disappeared in an instant, even though his nose could already smell the scent of a certain sauce.

Luncheon Meat ...... I really shouldn't have talked about it!

Duncan raised half an apple in his hand and was about to throw it into the sea, but after thinking about it, he put it back in his mouth, and then he said to the officers, "Gentlemen, the hard time is coming. ”

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