The cuisine for lunch is very simple, dry braised crucian carp, stewed chicken with potatoes, shredded potatoes with vinegar, mapo tofu, lettuce with sliced meat, fried rape with vegetarian vegetables, three fresh soups, a large pot of white rice in the middle, a big red apple per person, all home-cooked dishes, standard six dishes, one soup, one staple food and one fruit, the entire new training brigade up to the captain down to the recruits, this meal is this food.

The troops also hold a dinner every Friday, with twelve dishes! The beef and mutton that you can't eat on weekdays are ordinary side dishes at this time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you are eating a feast with one or two random ingredients.

That's it, there will still be recruits who complain that the food is unpalatable, and they are often regarded as hypocritical by others, but sometimes they are really wronged!

As we all know, the cooks in charge of cooking in the army hold the power of food together with the secretary general, and they have to eat what they say.

So where did the cooks come from?

That's right, it is selected from ordinary soldiers, the length of service is there, and the cooks are no exception, and the bad luck is that every few years, the cooks of the squadron are just in time to be discharged together, and at this time they have to pick one of the veterans who want to stay in the team and transfer to non-commissioned officers and send them to the cooks for training.

It's about learning to cook.

But this thing also depends on talent and the accumulation before enlistment, the same ingredients are delicious for some people, and some people don't eat the things they make.

But it can't be helped, it's better than no one.

Cooking is a thing, and if you make more of it, it will naturally taste better.

The cooks of the new training brigade are all drawn from various detachments, most of them are experienced old cooking squad leaders, but they often throw some cooks who have just finished training.

So it's not hypocritical for some recruits to say that the food is unpalatable.

It's really unpalatable.

But it's only one or two meals, and there are a bunch of old cooking squad leaders, and it's really hopeless, and the old squad leader is on it himself.

Zhang Yu and Wu Shiqi finally finished talking, returned to the table in the second class, and ordered the meal to be served, and Ye Fei and the others hurriedly gobbled up chopsticks.

Zhang Yu was eating absentmindedly, still thinking about the conversation he had just had with the captain.

"The chief of staff just gave us a meeting."

"There are a lot of people who have retired from the National Flag Guard this year, and the general team will let us see if there are any talented queue leaders and send them to training to try."

"This week, we will arrange more queue training and excavation and excavation."

In the past, when the personnel of the National Flag Guard retired from service, they were selected from various corps across the country to participate in the training and selection, and they joined if they qualified.

It is said that it is the general team, but in fact, it is mostly the personnel of the second general team.

There's no way, the queue level is there, and if you don't accept it, you can't do it.

As for the recruits, they will not be considered at all.

This is the first time in history.

It seems that there will be no shortage of people who will be discharged from the army in the next few years, and they will all rush together.

Otherwise, recruits would not be considered.

Zhang Yu kept thinking about it, and he was very envious of this group of recruits.

That's the flag guard that represents the demeanor of the soldiers!

Guarding the national flag, solemn and sacred, a glorious company that countless soldiers dream of entering!

If it weren't for the fact that he was too himself in his early training, Zhang Yu's knee fell with a secret injury, and he couldn't afford the heavy training of the National Flag Guard, he would have wanted to go!

And judging from the current performance, Zhang Yu feels that Ye Fei is very promising.

Willing to endure hardships, willing to use brains, talk less and work less diligently.

What is a good soldier, this is a good soldier.

However, it is still early, and the specific selection work will not start until mid-October at the earliest, which will be more than a month later.

Thinking of it, Zhang Yu couldn't help but look at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei was munching on dry rice.

Hey, don't say it, don't look at this food as home-cooked, it's really a meal, Ye Fei can cook three bowls of rice in one meal.

Feeling that there were eyes on him, Ye Fei looked up and met Zhang Yu's wide-eyed eyes.

Ye Fei was a little confused.

What is the squad leader looking at me for?

Touching the area around his lips, Ye Fei was even more confused.

There's no rice here.

Fortunately, Zhang Yu took the initiative to look away, otherwise Ye Fei would have to study for a long time.

After everyone in the second class finished eating, leaving two small duty days to clean up the canteen, Zhang Yu took the rest of the people to the dry toilet to take a toilet, and went straight back to the dormitory.

Back in the house, everyone in the second class gathered in the dormitory and stood in a row, standing upright, waiting for Zhang Yu's instructions.

"Even if the training officially starts today, hurry up and adapt to the rhythm, and the next days will only get more and more tired."

"For us soldiers, training is everything, it's a top priority, and nothing is more important than training."

"I hope you can understand this sentence soon, okay, lunch break!"

The password fell, Ye Fei waited until Zhang Yu took the pillow out of the cabinet, the first one rushed up and took out the pillow, and then came to the bed, carefully put the quilt folded into tofu blocks on the ground, rolled the mattress into a cylinder and piled it at the head of the bed together with the sheets, put the pillow and fell asleep.

A set of processes was completed in one go, and the skillful movements were directly shown to Zhang Yu and the recruits in the second class.

Zhang Yu couldn't find anything wrong with Ye Fei's behavior, after all, the password for the lunch break was given by himself, but seeing Ye Fei's movements so skillful, he was inexplicably very unhappy...

But Zhang Yu has no problem if he wants to scold Ye Fei, after all, Ye Fei is still just a rookie, and taking the quilt away during the lunch break is indeed a bit abstract.

At this time, the new army was in the stereotyped period, and such a toss would definitely have an impact, which was directly related to the level of internal affairs.

But Ye Fei's housekeeping is the best among all the recruits in the second class now...

As soon as Zhang Yu hesitated for a while, Ye Fei had already let out a slight snoring sound.

Forget it, after all, Ye Fei's hard training is obvious to all, so be it.

The recruit next to him wanted to do the same, but Zhang Yu stared at him directly.

What's the matter, you don't need to repair your quilt?

Look at that thing you stacked, grinning like an armored car, you're embarrassed to move?

This is the meaning that the recruit read from Zhang Yu's eyes, and he can only go to bed and lie in a not so comfortable position, with half of his legs on the ground.

The angry recruit didn't fall asleep all day.

Damn, the squad leader is eccentric!

......

"Drop~!"

"Third squadron, get up!" 、

Ye Fei, who heard Zhang Yu's whistle, woke up from his sleep in an instant, and before Zhang Yu entered the house, he turned over and got up to restore the bed to its original state.

During the two-hour lunch break, Ye Fei's physical strength and spirit recovered a lot, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Hurry up and train! Ye Fei couldn't wait for the liver skill!

When Zhang Yu returned to the house, Ye Fei was standing on the ground waiting for the gathering, and there were several recruits who were rubbing on the bed and hadn't gotten up yet.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu closed the door directly.

"Are you deaf? Can't hear the whistle? Still lying in bed? ”

No wonder Zhang Yu is angry, three or four minutes have passed since the whistle sounded, Ye Fei's bed has been tidied up, and the people who haven't gotten up have indeed moved a little slower.

Afraid of affecting other classes, Zhang Yu suppressed his voice, his face flushed, like an angry lion.