Bang ......, a piece of dough slammed down on the board, snow-white flour sprinkled on it, and strong hands held it down and kept mixing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info pulling, folding, shaking, repeating this more than ten times, the roots of the noodles are cut with a knife and thrown into boiling water.

Meat and bones are boiled in boiling water, the soup is like milk, fragrant, and the boiled noodles are quickly scooped up, and with simple oil and salt, it is a bowl of delicious bone soup noodles.

"Wow......."

"God, it's amazing."

"It's a skill we don't see back home in Kentucky."

In Yunshan City, there was a bustle in the large kitchen of the Eighth Regiment of the First Cavalry Division of the US Army, and dozens of US soldiers waiting to eat were surrounding a pot table and making bursts of exclamations. In their opinion, the 'old machine gun' who was making noodles was simply a man of God.

"OK, C Company, C Company, the noodles from C Company of the 6th Tank Battalion are ready." Zhou Qingfeng walked out with an apron and a large bucket full of noodle soup. A bunch of high-nosed and deep-eyed American devils immediately surrounded him with cheers.

"Oh...... give me a copy, this noodle looks good."

"The scent has cured my anorexia, and I can't wait to eat a big bowl."

"This magical noodle is the greatest comfort in winter, and it is indeed a delicacy that will be remembered for a lifetime."

Seeing that a group of foreign devils like to make noodles by themselves so much, the 'old machine gun' in charge of rolling the noodles is angry. While exerting his strength, he scolded in pieces: "These dead Yankees, they don't eat good meat and throw it away, they actually like to eat noodles, they are all a bunch of losers." ”

The deputy squad leader was in charge of meeting on the side, and when he heard the complaint of the 'old machine gun', he bumped the other party with his elbow, and said with a serious face: "Pay attention to discipline, don't ruin the squad leader's plan." Otherwise, if our division collides with such an armored regiment, how many soldiers will have to be sacrificed? ”

Thinking about the tanks one by one in Yunshan City, the 'old machine gun' could only shut up and stretch his face. Thanks to their full noon, the strength seems to be exhausted, and a large portion of noodles is out of the pot in a few minutes.

Not so long ago, the people of the Sharp Knife Class were smacking their tongues over the strong logistical supply of the American imperialists, but now it is the turn of the Americans to savor the delicious food they cooked. You know, when they said they wanted to borrow U.S. military cooking utensils to make some food, the U.S. cooks in the field kitchen expressed disdain.

A group of 'Nanbang' natives who can express their amazement at every bread want to cook an incomparable delicacy for American GIs? This is ridiculous!

Well, now that you've boasted to your chief, we're going to see what unbelievable food you can make? Don't tell me it's a hot pot with kimchi and luncheon meat, that thing will cause a riot in the barracks, hahaha......!

And now, ......, several American cooks are behind the 'old machine gun'. They watched this rough Asian man make noodles with just his hands, and it was already amazing. And just a few bones can make a fragrant broth, which is even more magic beyond common sense.

After tasting the 'old machine gun' noodles, the American cooks also had to give a thumbs up in convincing and praise in unison, loudly saying that this was the best noodle they had ever tasted.

At Zhou Qingfeng's request, the 'old machine gun' also laughed a few times, saying that he was happy to serve the Americans. However, his heart changed from lamenting the powerful logistics of the United States to despising the American GIs - what a barbarian, eating noodles can be happy like this!

At the other end there is a cauldron, in which two shovels are stirring. The fire under the pot was hot, the lard on the pot sizzled, and hundreds of scattered eggs were poured into the pot, and there was an immediate stinging and splashing sound.

When the American soldiers who were waiting to eat noodles heard this sound, they ran over with their plates in joy, and shouted in out-of-tune Chinese: "Egg fried rice, egg fried rice, we love egg fried rice the most." ”

The other two warriors were carrying a bucket of freshly boiled and drained rice, which was poured into a cauldron and began to stir vigorously. The aromas of lard, eggs, rice, and other simple ingredients are mixed together to create a delicious temptation that will make your mouth water.

In the matter of eating, the accumulation of thousands of years of skills in the Great Foodie Empire is incomparably rich, and any use of homely skills is a magical attack that is fascinating and difficult to resist.

Compared with foreigners who are either roasted or stewed, and really can't eat raw, the Chinese have long played a thousand tricks with cooking, and there are countless ways to play with various seasonings and ingredients alone.

The most important thing is that Chinese food is simple, really simple!

Is it possible to make a time-consuming and labor-intensive French feast in field conditions? Dream on!

But under field conditions, just make some noodles and fried rice because of ugliness, and make these American GIs in front of them shout 'God'.

The hot fried rice was divided up as soon as it came out of the pot, and everyone who ate it praised it loudly and loved it incomparably. Their fanatical appearance is as if it is Christmas early, and happy smiles are always on their faces.

The hustle and bustle of the kitchen even alarmed the senior officers of the US army in Yunshan City, and after a shout of 'stand upright', the entire kitchen immediately stood up straight, with their hands together in the seams of their trousers, serious and serious.

An American soldier with the rank of colonel walked into the kitchen, and the adjutant accompanying him shouted, "It's Colonel Palmer's lecture." ”

......, the commander of the 8th Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army, who was changing guards with the 1st Division of the South Stick, arrived. As soon as the big man appears, the momentum is different. Everyone stood in solemnity, even the Sharp Knife Class.

The 'old machine gun' was originally angry about cooking for the Americans, and now he had to stand up for the American officer, and he couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "I am a dignified volunteer soldier, and I want to salute the Americans?" ”

At this time, even the deputy squad leader gave the 'old machine gun' a kick and scolded in a low voice: "If you want to salute, salute, don't talk nonsense at this time." If the plan fails, I'll tear you alive first. ”

"If we had a gun now, wouldn't we be able to do a great job?" 'Peewe' interjected. These words made everyone in the sharp knife class tremble. Uh......, except for Uncle Zhou.

Colonel Palmer appeared with a laugh, first greeted the American officers and soldiers present, got closer, and then smelled the fragrance and walked to the pot table of the sharp knife squad. The colonel first looked at the boiling noodles and fragrant fried rice in the pot, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng and the others.

"I've heard about a team of Nanbang chefs who are very good at cooking, and the food they cook is very popular. I think the so-called 'Nanbang Chef' must be you. Colonel Palmer laughed.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't let go at all when he should pretend to be forced, and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency Honorable Colonel, it is a great honor to serve you, would you like to taste our food?" ”

"Of course I do." Colonel Palmer said kindly that he was actually very friendly. He took the plate handed over by Zhou Qingfeng, and tasted the noodles and fried rice, and then showed his gesture of having fun with the soldiers.

But Zhou Qingfeng's ability to observe words and colors is too prominent, and he can easily feel that the other party is not actually conquered by simple noodles and fried rice. Think about it, being a big official is definitely not so easy to deal with, what delicacies have people never eaten?

So Zhou Qingfeng said to 'Douding': "Our secret weapon." ”

'Douding' hurriedly put on asbestos gloves and pulled out a smoking yellow mud ball from an oven. This thing was ordinary, but it managed to attract the appeal of His Excellency the Colonel, and he took the initiative to ask, "What is this?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly again: "This is a palace secret recipe that has been passed down for thousands of years, a peerless delicacy recorded in dozens of generations of history, a delicacy that has swept the world, and an extraordinary, extraordinary imperial treasure chicken." ”

Hehehe.......

Zhou Qingfeng's voice was loud and loud, attracting the attention of the audience. But the 'Douding' who was closest to him silently thought in his heart: Class leader, although I don't know English, is it necessary to use such a long string of words to describe a person named Huaji?