Special Years

Early the next morning, when the wake-up horn sounded, he sat up solemnly, put on his training uniform, and ran to the assembly point.

Usually, the company team gathers on the basketball court, and then the company commander would say a few words, set up training tasks, and then take them to practice.

Zhuang Yan ran down the hillside, Li Chuangcheng and the others were already in the team, and they waved to him.

“Here here!”

In the entire company, the cooking class belongs to the most sparse group of people.

All the other classes wore summer training uniforms, but the cooking class wore everything—camouflage uniforms, summer uniforms, and summer training uniforms.

The hats are also not uniform, and some people are wearing training clothes and wearing a certain 87-style big-brimmed hat…

In terms of momentum, he also lost.

Everyone in the platoon held their heads high, their bodies were strapped with bullet belts, and they were carrying automatic rifles, light machine guns, and sniper rifles. Kind of like a puppet army.

Zhuang Yan entered the cooking class, and suddenly felt that everyone was a head shorter than the others.

In the past, he felt tired in the platoon, but today for the first time he felt that Ning Yuan was a little tired, and he would rather go back to the platoon for training.

The daily pre-concentration lectures were lackluster. Zhang Jianxing said a few words in front of the queue, and then asked each row to lead the training.

“There are all in one row, listen to the command, turn left, and run!”

“Listen to the password in the second row, target the training ground, run and walk!”

“The third row, gather outside the company gate and run a five-kilometer activity…”

The platoon leaders came out one after another and gave orders to lead their troops away.

With the sound of bravado and neat steps, the entire basketball court soon became empty, leaving only the cooking class.

“what…”

Li Chuangcheng took off his belt, pushed his hat, and walked in front of the sparse number of cooks.

“Old rules, go back and cook!”

“Oh-“

“Let’s go!”

The soldiers of the cooking squad took off their belts, took off their hats, rolled up their armed belts and put them in their hats, held them in their hands, and walked to the kitchen with joy.

Standing solemnly in the same place, unable to move for a long time, his eyes looked in the direction of the training ground.

The incident was still very early, after five o’clock, the surroundings were completely dark.

The cold wind in the early morning swept across the basketball court, raising a few dead leaves on the ground, and the sentinel on duty began to sweep the lawn at the entrance of the company with a big broom.

Swish’s voice drifted into his ears, Zhuang Yan felt an unprecedented loneliness, and his nose suddenly became sore.

“Dick Soldier!”

Li Chuangchen had already walked more than 20 meters, and seemed to notice the solemnity still standing there, turned around and walked towards him again.

When he came to Zhuang Yan said, Li Chuangcheng didn’t speak, just stared at Zhuang Yan.

After watching for a while, he sighed leisurely, shook his head and said something very philosophical.

“Alas – when you have it, you don’t know how to cherish it, and you only feel precious when you lose it. This is human nature…”

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the solemn.

“Don’t look at it, you’re going to die, what’s wrong with our cooking class? You see which soldier in our cooking class is not happy? If you come, then you will be at peace. Come on, since you are all awake Now, go to the kitchen with me and help out, it is not easy to prepare meals for these more than 100 people, they are very knowledgeable.”

Zhuang Yan had to hook his head and follow Li Chuangcheng to the cooking class in despair.

Here is a completely different scene from the platoon.

Majesty is no stranger to the cooking class.

Every soldier must learn to help cook from the start of the recruit company.

The temperature here is at least seven or eight degrees higher than outside, and there are two huge pots on the huge stove.

One of the pots has several layers of steamers stacked on top of it, and the other pot is covered with a lid and is steaming hot. It is cooking porridge.

In the center of the kitchen is a huge concrete table, with several cutting boards and this aluminum combat preparation basin placed on it.

Some people are chopping vegetables, some people are washing vegetables at the back of the kitchen, some people are in charge of watching the fire and making porridge. From time to time, they open the lid and use a large spatula like a small broom to keep stirring the rice and water inside to avoid sticking to the pan.

“Xu Xingxing, why are you still standing here in a daze! Have you cut the peppers and pickles!? When is it? Haven’t cut the vegetables for me yet? I’ll cook the vegetables myself when the porridge is ready!”

“Ma Ermao! How do you see fire? I **** smell it! The porridge is going to be mushy! You stupid soldier! How many times have I said, don’t be lazy, turn the porridge more often! Don’t hurry up Show me the pot!”

“How long will the steamed buns be? It took thirteen minutes to go out to gather just now, look at it, almost get the pot and anneal! Don’t be so steamed!”

Li Chuangcheng stepped into the kitchen with his front heel, and his back heel began to roar at everyone he could see, even the soldiers who helped the cook.

“Damn, it takes half an hour to wash a piece of pickled vegetables, and let you all come to the cooking class to work, and you don’t even have to eat!”

Li Chuangcheng is a second-year soldier, but in this cooking class, he is the eldest, and there is no soldier longer than him. Except for one deputy, Dong Ansheng, who is also a soldier of the same year, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com count him The oldest – of course, pig herder Zhu Dekang can’t count, that fairy.

Walking to the big steamer for steaming buns, Li Chuangcheng bent down, put his nose to the steamer, fanned some of the overflowing water vapor with his hands, and smelled it.

“Okay, okay! The bottom two layers are cooked!”

As soon as he waved his hand, two recruits from the cooking class ran over, lifted the lid of the steamer with a large fork, and skillfully pulled out the bottom two layers, and the remaining two layers continued to be steamed on the pot.

Li Chuangcheng waved to the pair solemnly: “Come here.”

solemnly walked over.

Li Chuangcheng opened the two cages full of heads, picked up a hot steamed bun from the bottom floor and slammed it into the bowl.

“Try it. I didn’t let you eat this stuff before when you came to help the cook. This time you are ours. I will let you eat what is the best steamed bun.”

Zhuang Yan picked up the letter and took a bite.

swipe—

The steamed buns are actually crunchy, refreshing and fragrant in the mouth.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that the temperature of the bottom layer is high, and the steamed buns are baked into a brownish yellow, and the taste is completely different from the usual one.

“good to eat!”

“Is it delicious?” Li Chuangcheng said with a smile: “Zhuangyan, I know that your training is very good in the class, and you came to the cooking class because you got into trouble, but it doesn’t matter, we welcome you here, not here. Is it good? Can you eat steamed buns that are so fresh and hot just out of the cage in the class row?”

He patted the solemn shoulder: “Work hard! Maybe you can raise pigs to get a third-class merit!”

This sentence almost made Zhuang Yan choked to death. The half of the steamed bun that he swallowed in his throat almost got stuck in the air duct, and he coughed a few times before he recovered.

Can you get third-class merit in raising pigs?

He felt that Li Chuangcheng was coaxing a three-year-old.