Jiang Ping stayed in his office, and the morning passed quickly, without anyone to disturb him, which made him feel very idle.

The sixth floor, where his commander was located, was quiet, with no traces of people, as if it had become a hell on earth, and no one dared to set foot in it.

I felt a little hungry in my stomach. Looking up at the time, it was already noon. If it had been, Betty would have come over to ask him about his lunch and brought it to him.

But now that Betty has resigned to him, of course no one will bring him lunch anymore.

Thinking of this, he stood up, went out and went downstairs, and walked straight in the direction of the cafeteria.

Along the way, I met many base soldiers who also went to the cafeteria to eat. In the past, when these soldiers saw him coming, they would stand aside and salute in an orderly manner.

But now, when these people saw him, they all seemed to be hiding from the plague god, avoiding it from afar, and some of them even pointed and talked about it, and the look on their faces was by no means respectful.

Ignoring the strange eyes and discussions around him, Jiang Ping walked straight into the door of the cafeteria.

At this moment, it is the meal, and there are many people eating in the cafeteria, and there is still a queue at the window of the meal.

After Jiang Ping came in, he walked straight to the back of the waiting line at the meal window and lined up.

Noticing the base commander who came in, the originally noisy and lively hall suddenly became a lot quieter, and many people looked at the base commander who had just been "seized" with strange eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ping standing in line at the back of the line in an orderly manner, many people's faces were even more strange.

If Jiang Ping's actions were like this in the past, he would only be regarded by the soldiers as a good commander who did not put on a show, did not engage in specialization, was close to the grassroots soldiers, and enjoyed himself with the people.

But now, no one will think so.

The dignified base commander was reduced to the point of personally going to the canteen to eat and queuing up with ordinary soldiers. This base commander is really a wretch!

The eyes of the people in the hall were full of ridicule for a moment.

In a queue. Naturally, some people noticed the base commander queuing up behind, if it was before, someone would definitely come over to give way, but at this time, no one would do this, and they all pretended not to see it.

No one dared to get involved with Jiang Ping at this time. Once you get involved and label the other party, you can imagine that it will attract Temur's revenge, don't you see, Temur just removed the original leaders of the base, Shirley and Betty?

Now Temur has a monopoly on power, and it is hot. is what everyone really can't afford to offend.

The team in front of them finished their meals, and it was Jiang Ping's turn. He handed the lunch box in. The cook inside moved quickly, muffled his head for a while, and in the blink of an eye, he handed out his lunch box again.

Jiang Ping took the lunch box and looked down, a stunned look flashed on his face.

It's not that there are foreign objects such as cabbage worms or flies in his food, but that there are only a few steamed buns in his lunch box. A few pieces of cold steamed buns that are almost getting cold! Besides. What other vegetables, eggs. There are no nutritious dishes such as meat!

Could it be that the food at the base is already so bad?

Jiang Ping absolutely did not believe it. In peacetime, there is still no problem with the logistics support of the base, and in terms of food alone, the soldiers of the base can eat rich and sufficient nutritious dishes every day to ensure the intake of sufficient calories, proteins, carbohydrates, vitamins and other nutrients every day.

It is impossible to eat only a few steamed buns in one meal!

In fact, Jiang Ping turned his head to look and saw that the dishes in front of the soldiers who were eating in the hall were filled with all kinds of steaming vegetables, eggs, meat, broth and other nutritious dishes.

But when he looked down, there were indeed only a few cold steamed buns in his own lunch box, and nothing else!

He thought that the cook had made a mistake, put the lunch box back to the window, and said lightly: "Is it just steamed buns, nutritious dishes!" ”

The cooking soldier didn't raise his head, and he didn't blink his eyelids and said, "Sir, there are few dishes today, only steamed buns are left, and the others are gone." ”

Only steamed buns are left?

Jiang Ping's eyes swept inside, and saw that on the stove inside, several cauldrons were still steaming white, fragrant, and full of all kinds of vegetables, meat, and broth......

This is called only the steamed buns, and the others are gone? This cook is just here to talk nonsense with his eyes open!

Looking at the other party's eyes flickering, revealing a few hints of playfulness, Jiang Ping still didn't understand anything at this time.

It turned out to be intentional!

Jiang Ping was furious in his heart, and his brows moved, but the flames that rushed up quickly subsided again, and his clenched fists loosened, resisting the urge to step forward and teach the other party a lesson.

A base commander in the hall got into a fight with a cook in the canteen because of the meal, and this is rumored to be like what kind of words, what kind of system!

Anyway, this steamed bun is not unfilled.

Not going to worry about the other party, Jiang Ping said lightly: "Then let's have a few more steamed buns." ”

The cook was stunned, and then his impatience flashed, as if he was giving alms, and threw a few more steamed buns into his lunch box.

Jiang Ping didn't say anything more, turned around and left the window with the steamed bun.

Looking at the back of the other party's departure, the corners of the cook's mouth showed a few smug and disdainful sneers. He believed that his "glorious deeds" of playing tricks on this Second Lieutenant Jiang would soon reach the ears of Sergeant Temur, and after Sergeant Temur learned about it, he would definitely look at him differently and praise him greatly, and perhaps soon this cooking squad leader would be his own.

Jiang Ping took the lunch box, found a quiet corner in the dining room, sat down and ate slowly.

Although he only ate steamed buns, he ate them very carefully and seriously, biting and chewing vigorously, as if he was not eating steamed buns, but some kind of delicacy.

The soldiers in the hall, seeing this scene, forgot about their food for a while, and their eyes all looked this way, mixed with surprise, ridiculousness, contempt, ridicule, and so on, spreading through the hall.

"See, that Second Lieutenant Jiang only has steamed buns on his plate, and there are no other nutritious dishes!"

"What's he doing? Doesn't he eat nutritious food? ”

"Idiot! I didn't see it, it was obviously Jim from the cooking class who deliberately tricked him and didn't give him nutritious food! ”

"Yes, he can bear this breath too?"

"Why can't you help it, don't you see that he's just eating steamed buns obediently now!"

"Looking at his appearance, it looks like he is eating steamed buns, as if he is eating abalone dinner......

"I guess I'm really hungry and panicked......"

"Being a commander for this part is also considered superb......

"Well, such a commander, I really haven't seen ...... before"

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As if he didn't see the strange gaze in the hall and heard those whispering discussions, Jiang Ping quickly ate up a large pot of steamed buns in front of him like a storm, and then got up and walked out, leaving the soldiers in the hall with an extremely "desolate and desolate" back.

For three days in a row, Jiang Ping came to the canteen and dining room to eat, and the meals were all cold steamed buns. Soon, this matter spread throughout the base, and everyone knew about it, and no one knew about it. The story of Second Lieutenant Jiang eating cold steamed buns has become a topic of conversation and ridicule among the soldiers of the entire base after tea and dinner, which has greatly enriched the amateur cultural life of the soldiers at the base.

There are even more good people who give Second Lieutenant Jiang the nickname of "Second Lieutenant of Steamed Buns", and now this nickname has swept the entire base, and everyone knows it.

"Well done, Corporal Jim, I'm going to give you a good compliment. From today onwards, you will be the class leader of the cooking class! ”

In Temur's office, a smug and high-spirited Temur praised a soldier in front of him.

This soldier is Jim, the cook soldier in the canteen who made cold steamed buns for Jiang Ping's meal. Now hearing Temur's words of praise, he couldn't help but smile and his heart blossomed. Isn't what he has been doing in the past few days just for today's words, but what he didn't expect was that this matter came too quickly and was beyond his expectations.

It seems that I made the right choice! Jim's face turned into a smile, and he said respectfully to the other party: "Thank you, sir, my subordinates are very happy to serve you!" ”

Temur showed a hint of smugness on his face, and muttered to himself: Steamed Bun Ensign? What a good name, look at how you still have the face to be a commander!

Now that Jiang Ping's prestige in the base has fallen to the bottom, he, the deputy commander, has undoubtedly become the de facto supreme commander.

His promotion and reward Jim now is undoubtedly to send a message to the soldiers at the base: Jiang Ping has become a water dog, anyone can step on it, and as long as he does this, he will be appreciated by his Temur and promoted.

It was noon on another day, and Jiang Ping came to the cafeteria dining room as usual to deal with his lunch. Walking into the door of the restaurant, it was still noisy and lively, and it seemed that there were more people and more lively than before.

Some people who didn't eat in the cafeteria restaurant before also came over to join in the fun, with no other purpose than to come to the scene in person to see the good show of the "steamed bun ensign" eating cold steamed buns.

This has almost become a rare entertainment event in the daily boring military career of the soldiers on the base.

Sure enough, after seeing Jiang Ping come in, the noise in the entire hall dropped a lot, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on each other, with different expressions on their faces, muttering in their hearts, the show was about to start again.

Ignoring the strange looks and eyes around him, Jiang Ping, as usual, went straight to the back of the line at the dinner window and stood still, waiting.

The people in front of them finished their meals one by one, and it was Jiang Ping's turn.

Jiang Ping handed over the lunch box, and he found that the cooking soldier who was cooking today had changed someone, which made him feel a little reverie in his heart, since he had changed people, did he finally have to eat cold steamed buns today? (To be continued.) )