Cooking is a strange and confusing thing for a considerable number of compatriots with male surnames. The kitchen is also a place for these big men to stay away. Lynn actually doesn't like the smell of oil smoke, but when he graduated and entered the society, he found that he was in a general environment that was not very favorable to male surnames: the ratio of marriageable men and women was seriously imbalanced, housing prices remained high, and people with wealth and no virtue were still worry-free, and those who had no wealth and virtue were still counting on finding a wife who cultivated both inside and outside, it was almost the same as buying a lottery ticket. As a result, under the assault training of his mother, Lynn became a young and beautiful little chef in the new era who can stew, stir-fry, and cook rice. It's just that before I could find an opportunity to work, I inexplicably traveled to this war-torn era.

The day after he was ordered to cover the evacuation of civilians to Königsberg, seeing that dusk was approaching, Lynn and Private Karl, who was carrying the black cauldron, found an abandoned farmhouse. There was no ready-made hot pot stove, only the rough hands of men, and the two of them gathered firewood to make a fire and boiled soup, and did not let the white goatee, the young widow, and the young Katri do even the slightest physical work.

couldn't stand Carl's agitation, but also showed that he was troubled, and for the first time in his life, Lynn served as the chef of such a cauldron. Western food and Chinese food were originally two food culture systems separated by thousands of miles, but in the difficult conditions of the battlefield, the recipes, sequences, tableware and other rules and regulations were forgotten, and only the most basic principle was left - if the cooked things can be eaten and filled, then everything is OK.

The salt was a little low, the soup was a little thin, and the refugees who passed by along the way kept coming to beg for it, forcing Lynn to add water to the pot over and over again, and the taste was understandable. However, when the refugees from Holgen picked up the hot soup, none of them expressed dissatisfaction. According to the number of people at noon, Lynn divided the bread for dinner into fifty-two portions, and those who came first served first. From noon to evening, it was only four or five hours, and the retreating civilian procession stretched a long distance from beginning to end. The first group arrived at dark, and they continued on their way after eating and drinking, and by the time the last few loaves of bread were distributed to the soldiers and civilians in equal quantities, the moon had climbed to the top of the tree.

"Alright, we'll be in Königsberg tomorrow morning, and we won't have to worry about everyone's stomachs anymore!"

Private Carl said to Lynn with relief as he cleaned up his big black cauldron.

I wanted to say, "It's good that everyone can arrive safely", but remembering the civilians who unfortunately died in the Soviet air raid in the morning, Lynn closed his mouth again. Even if the 52 people who had dinner were able to reach their destination successfully, the loss rate along the way would be about 30 percent, which is not terrible, but thinking about those originally fresh faces, Lynn always felt regretful.

After packing up, seeing that Lynn still didn't speak, Carl asked word by word, "Are we going up after the team, or are we going to spend the night here?" ”

"Huh?"

Lynn turned her head to look at the white goatee and the mother and daughter, who had been sitting bored for more than two hours after dinner, and it was supposed to be time to exercise after dinner. But thinking that the winter nights were unusually cold, and that the cold had soaked into her skin when she had slept in the woods for most of the night last night, Lynn hesitated a little—the abandoned farmhouse was rudimentary, with at least two walls to keep out the wind, and even a pile of less conspicuous charcoal fires for warmth.

Lynn told White Goatee his thoughts in English, nodded his head, and repeated it to Carl in German.

Before Karl could reply, Lynn said to the young woman in English, "It would be warmer to stay here tonight!" ”

The young woman looked down at Katri who was squatting on the side and drawing with a branch, although the child's energy was not bad, but the body's resistance was not as good as that of an adult. Sleeping in the cold will inevitably lead to colds and colds, and there is a shortage of medical treatment during the war, and if it cannot be treated in time, it is easy to cause serious diseases such as pneumonia.

After a moment's thought, Karl said, "Okay! I agreed to stay here for one night! Lynn, we take turns on the night duty! ”

Of course Lynn agreed.

The last four civilians and two IDF soldiers had left a few minutes earlier, leaving the farmhouse with only four large and one small remaining, and it was very spacious. Now that she had made her decision, Lynn added a handful of dead branches to the burning stove, and then chose a dry corner against the wall, put down her assault rifle and the young woman's duffel bag, and beckoned the white goatee and the mother and daughter to rest. With this in mind, Lynn got up and prepared to go to the collapsed stables next to the farmhouse to find some relatively dry wheat straw and hay, and little Catrili insisted on following "Daddy", and the young woman looked up at Lynn and said, "I'll go and help too!" ”

Lynn didn't think much of it, picked up little Catrili and walked out, the young woman following closely behind. It was not late at night, the clear moonlight shone on the calm field, and I don't know if it was too far away, or if the Soviets had consumed too much in the previous attacks, and Lynn hadn't heard gunfire from the direction of the line along the river since lunch.

"How old are you?" The young woman asked suddenly.

The soldier's card in his pocket said he was born in 1924, and Lynn replied, "21." ”

"Oh, so young!" The young woman replied softly.

"What about you?" As soon as Lynn spoke, he realized that he was a little rude, and quickly said, "Uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." ”

"It's okay!" The young woman politely replied, and sure enough, she did not answer the question just now.

"Your husband ......" Lynn thought for a moment, then changed the rest of her words to English, "Is it the Army or the Air Force?" ”

"He's a pilot, a fighter pilot." The young woman replied, her tone not sounding proud of it.

"Handsome!" Lynn said, "I wanted to be a fighter pilot since I was a kid!" ”

"You men are aggressive by nature and like to work in dangerous occupations at all costs!" The young woman's words sounded resentful.

"Uh......" Lynn heard this unpleasantness, he didn't want to stiffen the atmosphere, and quickly changed the subject and said, "Where is your hometown?" ”

"Austria!" The young woman said, "Perhaps I should heed the advice and return to Austria with Katrii sooner." ”

"But then we won't see Daddy!" Little Catri suddenly inserted herself into the conversation between the adults with a milky voice.

The young woman was silent, and Lynn did not turn to look at her expression, for he knew that the delicate face must be full of sorrow.

"Hehe, Catrili is right, you can't wait for your father when you go to Austria." It was rare for Lynn to speak an unfamiliar German sentence so slippery - mainly because the little teacher had just spoken very slowly and articulated her words.

"Daddy won't leave us again!" Little Catrili asked uneasily.

Knowing that Königsberg was the place to break up, Lynn couldn't help but lie.

"Dad won't go anywhere, just accompany you and Mom."

Little Catrile happily snuggled into Lynn's arms and said the phrase "Daddy is so nice" several times.

There was a lot of snow on the collapsed stable, and Lynn had to work hard to get some straw from underneath to start the fire, but now he only had to lift the log pole with all his might, and the young woman could pull the straw and feed the horses from underneath with relative ease. After this, the two of them each hugged a big handful, and little Catrili obediently dragged the corner of her mother's clothes, and returned to the farmhouse without a word.

"Oh, I'm back so soon!"

Private Karl leaned comfortably against the corner under the wooden staircase, where there used to be a floor above, but now it had completely collapsed.

Lynn ignored this sentence and spread a layer of wheat straw and hay on the ground, which was much more comfortable to lie on than to sleep directly on the ground.

Seeing that the straw and hay were barely enough to make a "single bed," Lynn said, "I'll go get some more!" ”

Like a pre-rehearsed play, the young woman followed suit, saying, "I'll help!" ”

Little Catri had just climbed up the grass bunk and shouted to go. Just out of simple care, Lynn smiled at her and said, "We'll be back soon, can Catrili take care of grandpa?" ”

Although the little girl was a little reluctant, she saw that everyone didn't speak, so she had to look at Lynn with a blank eye: "Dad, come back quickly!" ”

"Soon!" Lynn smiled naturally, not noticing that the guy in the corner who was used to carrying the black pot had another evil smile on his face.