Looking at the cramped and restless pilot, Zhang Sixing asked softly,

"Who's coming?"

"Sir, I really don't know, for the sake of security and secrecy."

After thinking about it, this reason is also worth a few taels of vegetable oil. Turning his face and ordering the people who specially cooked Shaanxi rice today, Company Commander Xue's subordinates,

"Get a cloth and soak it in oil."

"Yes, sir."

Someone soon brought a rag the size of a towel, and then quickly drizzled some vegetable oil and handed it over.

Taking the oil towel, the pilot was overjoyed and reached out to grab a corner. Zhang Sixing did not let go, but threatened him,

"Boy, if you dare to lie to Lao Tzu, tomorrow Lao Tzu will let you run barefoot."

"No, don't dare, it's really an inspection from above, otherwise we wouldn't have thought of this way."

In the future, it will naturally be the military administration that will take care of the things that will be sent. So he didn't like it on that plane, and he didn't like it on this plane.

When he came to the table with a large bowl of scallion oil and a few yellowed dried buns roasted on the stove in the other hand, he was still wondering who would come to inspect it.

If it is the head of the committee, then I am afraid that martial law here will be imposed a long time ago, and Jiang Qiyan and they will also say it.

So who will it be.

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply threw it aside. As long as the chairman of the committee is not there in person, others will rarely trouble him. Today's itinerary can be fully arranged.

took out a spoon from his special pocket, rubbed it on his military uniform at will, and couldn't help but have a great appetite when he smelled the scallion oil and vinegar.

Stirred in an oily bowl, the white gnocchi was mixed with meat grains. In order to make a meal, you can't make a fortune with a spoon, and in addition to the strict military regulations, the meat dumplings are made into dumpling-filled minced meat.

Hansen, who has been staying in Nanjing, is still very accustomed to the strong but not greasy fresh flavor of Su cuisine, but from following Zhang Sixing, the sour and spicy dishes in the Sixing warehouse have made him have a rather painful understanding.

Now I eat the sour and spicy flavor of Shaanxi, and I look unacceptable.

It's a pity that there is no canteen for officers in the umbrella school, and everyone goes to the canteen to eat together, which can also eliminate the problem of officers opening small stoves for themselves to a certain extent.

Of course, the officers have high salaries, and Zhang Sixing will not refuse to pay for a small stove in the kitchen, but there is no such condition now.

Add enough chili peppers to the gnocchi soup in the bowl and stir well. Zhang Sixing's pimple soup had turned a terrifying crimson in Hansen's eyes.

"Oh my God, sir, I don't understand why you like that coal-like smell......"

In response to Hansen's question, Zhang Sixing replied,

"You know, I ran away from home when I was eight years old and smuggled into Germany. Finally worked in a German factory until the age of sixteen, and then joined the German army, which was one of the foods I missed the most over the years, so try not to disturb my meal. ”

Hansen, who accepted such a meal with a very helpless mood, complained again,

"Sir, why are the slices of bread baked so hard......"

At this time, Zhang Sixing had already picked up the spoon and stuffed the pasty red food steamed bun pieces into his mouth, squinting his eyes with great satisfaction when chewing.

Hansen frowned, looked at the flaming food on the spoon, and prayed in his heart for himself and Zhang Sixing's esophagus.

Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, Zhang Sixing chewed the steamed bun that had soaked up the soup, stretched his neck and swallowed it before saying,

"It's not bread slices, it's roasted yellow steamed bun slices, usually soaked in gnocchi soup. In order to have a chewy texture, it should be roasted thoroughly to avoid too soft soaking. If you don't have an appetite...... Waste is shameful. ”

At this moment, someone put the bowl on the table, which made Hansen, who was a little sad, very unhappy.

Although Zhang Sixing does not follow the Chinese formula, the food eaten by the commander and the food eaten by the soldier is the difference between heaven and hell. Nor did it follow the German system of independent meals for officers.

However, as Zhang Sixing's "orderly," he still thinks that it is still appropriate to give senior officers a special table for eating. But when he saw the same sad face as him, he was happy to have found an alliance.

It was Li Yinbao who came, poor Cantonese, who also frowned at the little red chili oil in the scallion oil. The entire Third Brigade was only brought over from the Guangdong warlord Chen Jitang in July 1936.

Li Yinbao knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks,

"If it weren't for our supplies, we wouldn't have eaten this super spicy ......."

When it comes to super spicy, the eyes see Zhang Sixing's pimple soup dyed red by spicy seeds, and his face has changed like Hansen. But then he approached Zhang Sixing as if he thought of something, and whispered,

"Do you want to know which big guy is here to inspect?"

Zhang Sixing didn't feel much about this, except for the chairman of the committee and General Falkenhausen, who came to inspect and what had to do with him. Indifferently, he took the spoon out of his mouth, admired the painful expression on Li Yinbao's face, and casually spit out a word,

"Who"

Li Yinbao frowned, the muscles on his face twisted into a ball of pain for Zhang Sixing, and sighed from between his teeth,

"Oh my god, do you eat spicy food like this, it's ...... Simply ......"

"It's not spicy, it's a hassle to eat chili peppers in Germany. You know, the Germans all raise peppers as flowers, but they love garlic and pork. ”

Looking up at Hansen in surprise, Cantonese people don't like garlic as a side dish. And Hansen's face wrinkled even more, and he apologized to Zhang Sixing,

"I'm German, I'm American, and I prefer beef, fried chicken, or whatever...... I said, "You'd better tell the chief who is coming, so that he doesn't have to bring up the food that makes me sad." ”

Sure enough, when it came to gossip, Li Yinbao remembered his main purpose for coming to this table.

The small round eyes glanced around, and whispered to Zhang Sixing,

"The Air Force misses, our Jiang Brigade asks, do you want to pick up the plane."

In response, Zhang Sixing picked up the bowl and scraped the food at the bottom of the bowl with a metal spoon, making a piercing and tingling sound. Swallowing the last bite of food nonchalantly,

"Don't go, Lao Tzu is not free, he is as busy as a dog all day, how can he have time to do those idle things."

Such an answer made Li Yinhu's eyes widen again, and he couldn't understand how the Air Force Commander came to inspect it, and how could it be an "idle matter" for the person in front of him.

"Seriously, prepare for the ...... of nineteen pilots"

As soon as he said this, he felt someone touch his arm. Raising his eyes to see the flashing light in Hansen's eyes, yearning for adventure, Zhang Sixing changed his words,

"Eighteen, and then when the inspectors are gone, we will train quietly, and it is best not to save the Japanese from discovering it in this vicinity."

"What's the matter, sir, let's go to blow up the devil and hide it from the peak?"

For Li Yinhu's puzzlement, Zhang Sixing raised two fingers,

"Plans and means are to be kept secret, and you think the people above will agree to such an outrageous attack. Let's wait until we're done and let them know. ”