"Hey, Mr. Fedorov, why can't I drink this fish soup!"

A soldier blushed and shouted, the noisy soldier had a very eye-catching eight-figure eyebrows on his face, and his face was full of potholes, which made people look impressive, completely and completely lowered his appearance by several levels, which can only be said to be ugly and weird.

Because of this respect, he has not been comfortable since he was a child, and his sensitive and weird personality has made him have few same-sex friends, let alone the girlfriend he longs to have.

The occurrence of the demon disaster really scared his guts, but also because the demon disaster actually made him quite happy, when he paid half a palm-sized bread!

He lived a very "happy" life in the desperate days of others, and the days in the safe house were the happiest days he had ever lived, although sometimes there was panic in his heart, but he still hoped that there would be no end to such days, but the appearance of those mysterious knights made his "wishes" shattered! The "happy" life suddenly disappeared, and the women began to disdain him again, and the boundless resentment in his heart could only be buried tightly in his heart because of the strength of the knight.

When the knights recruited the reserve members, he did not participate because of cowardice and resentment, and soon the treatment of the reserve knights made him feel different, which of course made him even more angry and disdainful.

Eating the fishy fish on the plate, it almost made him want to vomit, and the "Bazi Meishi" soldier was annoyed for a while, and secretly scolded: When I am a cat?

"Shit is so unpalatable!" scolded Bazimei in a low voice.

"Whew, do you see that over there, the first-class delicious fish soup made by Chef Petukhov! Maybe it's not unpleasant! I'm afraid you don't have the courage to ask for it!" he suddenly said aloud, his tone full of teasing.

"Hmph, why don't you dare to ask for a fish soup!"

Bazimei looked back at the person who was talking next to him, and found that it was a soldier who was usually wrong with him, and he did not join the reserves.

Bazi Mei looked at the dining table not far away, and the tempting fragrance wafting from a steaming cauldron next to him couldn't help but make his throat roll, and looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention, he quietly threw the fish on the plate into the corner, and then walked towards the cauldron casually.

As you get closer, the aroma becomes more and more intense.

"Get me some fish soup!" the soldier snorted.

"Please show your sign!" Petukhov's eyes flashed with doubt, since the establishment of the reserves, he was arranged by the colonel to prepare food for the reservists, for the colonel's arrangement Petukhov readily agreed, after all, the appearance of the knight gave him hope.

He knew almost all the members of the reserve, and he was sure that he had no impression of the soldier who appeared in front of him, let alone the soldier's dignity was quite impressive.

"What brand!" Bazimei looked puzzled.

"Your badge!" Petukhev's tone was a little colder, if it was a member of the reserve team, they all knew that they had to show their badge when they received food.

"Here's the trouble!" Bazimei looked impatient, and his ugly expression made his face even more weird.

"Sorry! you can't drink!" Petukhev saw the badge and knew that his guess was correct, and that he was not a reserve player.

"Why!" Bazimei was dumbfounded, and his heart became angry.

"Because you're not a reserve!" Petukhev's tone was cold, his heart was full of contempt for these guys he privately called "cowards", if it weren't for the fact that the colonel disliked his age on the day he signed up, he would have been an honorable reserve member now!

"You! You are, this is discrimination! I, I want to accuse you!" Bazi Mei was so angry that he stammered when he spoke, and his high-pitched voice spread far away, a shit reserver! It's a death squad! Lao Tzu is not uncommon! Of course, he only dared to think about these words in his heart, "I will report you to the disciplinary committee!"

The people near the dining table noticed what was happening here, but the people who were busy filling their stomachs just looked up and continued to eat, after all, there are not many opportunities to let go of eating like now!

The other cooks looked at the mantra with disgust, not understanding what the soldier was mad about.

The soldiers not far away looked at it with a sullen smile.

"Uh-huh, please!" Petukhev shrugged.

Colonel Boris listened to the shouting from the dining table, his brows couldn't help frowning, and seeing that the general did not show impatience, his heart was slightly relieved, and he quietly got up and came to the campfire not far behind.

"Roman, go see what that idiot is up to! Shut him up!" Boris said viciously.

"Yes, sir!" said Roman, handing his plate to his wife, and got up and walked towards the dining table.

"We have also paid for this city! Why can't we eat!" Bazi Mei looked at the indifferent surroundings, and suddenly his head became hot, and he shouted.

"Soldier, I want to believe that you are sweating, but bleeding may not be!" Petukhov pouted, his heart growing more and more disgusted, and he wanted to slap the shovel on his ugly face.

The chefs around couldn't help but laugh, and even more couldn't help but laugh.

"You ......" was choked and speechless, after all, Petukhov was telling the truth.

"Soldier! If you're full, go back to rest! If you don't want to rest, go to the wall now and be on night duty!"

Roman stood in front of the splayed eyebrows, and the frightened splayed brows took a few steps back.

"Sir, I, I'm not full yet!" Bazimei originally wanted to quibble a few words, but when he heard that he was going to guard the wall at night, he immediately withered.

Bazimei moved to the dining table next to him, and when he saw that the chef had put only half a palm-sized fish on the plate, he didn't dare to complain, but the chief was still staring at him, but he cursed in his heart and walked away.

Roman watched the soldier walk away, then turned back to Petukhov and said, "Mr. Petukhov, please give me a fish soup! Your cooking is amazing! The fish soup is very delicious, and it is a pleasure to have such a delicious fish soup on a day like this!"

"Haha! Sir Roman, you are too polite! I can't go into battle to kill the enemy! I can only find a way to make the soldiers eat better! It's a pity that there are still a few seasonings, otherwise the taste will be even better!" Petukhev was very happy when he heard Roman's admiration for his cooking skills, and hurriedly scooped up a rich fish soup and handed it to Roman.

"Thank you, Mr. Petukhev!" Roman carefully took the plate.

"By the way, Sir Roman, is that gentleman still satisfied with the fish soup I made?" asked Petukhov in a sudden low voice, his expression full of anticipation.

"Eh! very satisfied!" Roman instantly understood the "gentleman" in Petukhev's mouth, of course he did not know "that gentleman" about the fish soup, but looking at the nervous expression of the old Mr. Petukhov, he said "truthfully", after all, the fish soup was really delicious, and he felt that "that gentleman" must also like it, so he felt that he was not lying.

"Thank you!" Petukhov's face suddenly showed a happy smile.