The boss of the cooking class looked at the three helpers who were like wolves and tigers, as if they had never eaten in eight lifetimes, so he could only shake his head, sighed, and left.

Zhuang Yan, Wang Datong, and Liu Ruiyong were holding a steamed bun in their hands, one was stuck on the chopsticks, one was stuck in their mouths, one was still staring in their eyes, and they were still thinking about one.

The first layer of steamed buns disappeared in front of everyone in the cooking class at an extremely fast speed. Before anyone else could react, they had already been swept away.

"Damn you immortal! You eat like this, why don't we eat it?" A soldier in the cooking class held his flippan and couldn't believe what was in front of him.

On the contrary, the cooking squad leader is very good. This veteran with the rank of sergeant has already served overdue for the fourth year. He is from Guangxi, and he is very simple and honest.

He pushed the cook and said, "What do you care about with the students in the class? They can't help the cook once a month. You can eat as soon as you eat. You can eat it every day, not to mention there is still a pot?"

When the cook saw the old monitor's words, he didn't dare to say any more complaining words, so he left in despair.

The cooking squad leader asked Zhuang Yan and the others, "Are you full?"

Zhuang Yan felt that the squad leader in front of him was really a good person. No one else could be so polite as a sergeant and a few privates.

"I'm full, class leader!"

The cooking squad leader said, "Drink some porridge, don't eat it for the time being, or it will swell up in your stomach later, and you will feel uncomfortable. I eat peanut butter pork knuckles at noon today. The captain said that you will mend your students' joints, so don't be too tired to eat them. already."

These words from the cooking squad leader's mouth, the implication is already a fly on a bald head - very obvious.

Isn't this the equivalent of telling Zhuang Yan that there will be enough elbows to eat at noon?

The cooking class is close to the water and the platform is the first month.

"Thank you, Captain!"

Zhuang Yan was so moved that he almost burst into tears on the spot, when he thought of the pork knuckle at noon...

Pork knuckle!

Mare Gobi!

It's been a long time since I've eaten something so enjoyable. It's better than any ghost chicken, duck, fish, and meat. The more greasy the food is now, the better. Even if you eat lard with a spoon, the intensity of such physical training can be digested!

After the cooking squad leader left, Wang Datong asked Zhuang Yan, "How many did you eat?"

Zhuang Yan touched his round belly and said, "Eight! Not a loss!"

Wang Datong asked Liu Ruiyong again, "How many are you?"

Liu Ruiyong smiled and said, "I am seven."

The corner of Wang Datong's mouth twitched, and he said proudly, "You two new recruits, do you know how many I ate?"

The two shook their heads.

Wang Datong slapped his belly, slammed, and said, "I ate ten!"

"Damn it!" Zhuang Yan suddenly gasped, gave a thumbs up and said, "Dazui, you are so amazing!"

Wang Datong is short and stout, but he is very strong, like the shape of a bucket, straight up and down, and his whole body is round. If he stops on the side of the road in the dark, some people will definitely think it is a newly placed trash can. Throw a banana peel at his head.

The most important thing is that Wang Datong has a nickname, and the class rower is called Wang Dazui.

With a big mouth, it can directly swallow a large Hainan mango.

Some things are talents that cannot be envied, such as eating. Comrade Wang Dazui, who has an absolute advantage in hardware, let Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong understand what it means to be out of reach and what it means to be high in the mountains.

When the three of them finished offering sacrifices to the solemnity of the Five Zang Temple, of course they could not forget their classmates who were still suffering and afflicted on the training ground. They asked Liu Ruiyong and Wang Datong to make a total. In addition to sharing a few more steamed buns on the plate of their own district team, each of them also took The large rice plates were piled up in a pyramid shape and placed under the cement chopping board, waiting for everyone to feed those comrades who had a big appetite after breakfast.

They are also considered unlucky, because the Secretary got up early today.

The chief of the Third Squadron's surname is Tie. He is a second-level sergeant major. He is the kind of rank with two arrows and two bars. He graduated from the chief training brigade. He is neither a volunteer nor a cadre. job.

The head of the Iron Division is a lean, Xiangxi native. He is not tall. He has a long loofah face, small eyes and a small nose. At first glance, everything is small, and it seems that even the material on his face is saved.

Then a master who saves even the flesh on his own is outrageously meticulous.

The chief of the company is the **** of wealth of the company, and he is a famous old man from the whole brigade, so the officers and soldiers secretly gave him a nickname called Iron Rooster. When it comes to managing finances, he is the kind of **** who can sweep breadcrumbs from the cracks in the door. Absolutely competent.

Usually, the director does not get up early. He has a small cubicle next to the row room of the cooking class. It is both a financial room and a bedroom. It is rare to run to the cooking class in the early morning on weekdays. Breakfast, then wash your face and brush your teeth for breakfast.

I got up early this morning because I was going to town Ramee.

Since the arrival of these new trainees, the originally full granary has been emptied in a few days~lightnovelpub.net~ I spent a night of abacus last night, calculated the relationship between the meals transferred by each company, and made a training camp meal. The plan for the use of funds is to bring the first batch of Mila back to the warehouse this morning.

I just entered the cooking class and went around. There is nothing wrong with the cooking class. The work of the cooking class is still very solid. All the steamed buns have been released, and they are being put into battle preparation basins and brought to the dining table in the cafeteria.

Comrade Iron Chief nodded in satisfaction, his small eyes narrowed into slits, the bullseye was put into his stomach, and he was bending over to take a bucket to wash his face and brush his teeth, when he suddenly saw the steamed buns hidden under the cement chopping board.

Three large soldiers' rice plates, piled with a hill of steamed buns, look like a shrinking pyramid, no matter how you look at it, it is dazzling.

His professional ethics bottom line was challenged. Thinking of the meal plan he made last night with the lights on and staying up late, he suddenly became unnamed, so he turned around and asked, "Whose steamed bun is this?"

The director has been in the teaching team for seven years, so of course the students can't hide their tricks from him.

These three pots are full of heads, and the iron chief can figure out what is going on with his toes.

He felt compelled to criticize the person hiding the buns.

"Whose it is! Are you brave enough to admit it?"

Without further ado, the head of the Iron Division brought the three lunch boxes of steamed buns directly onto the cement table and put them down heavily!

It's over! It's over!

Bad thing again!

Zhuang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly exchanged glances with Wang Datong and Liu Ruiyong.

what to do?

Wang Datong looked at the solemn with a tragic look, and nodded slightly.

"What?" Zhuang Yan didn't understand.

Wang Datong glanced at the director who was delivering the goods, shook his head slightly, and did not dare to speak.

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