My liver skills in the military camp

The cuisine for lunch is very simple, including dry-roasted crucian carp, stewed chicken with potatoes, shredded potatoes braised in vinegar, mapo tofu, sliced ​​meat and lettuce, vegetable stir-fried rapeseed, three delicacies soup, a large bowl of white rice in the middle, and a big red apple for each person. It's all home-cooked food, the standard six dishes, one soup, one staple food and one fruit. The entire new training brigade, from the captain down to the recruits, all eat this meal.

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

Even so, there are still recruits complaining about the unpalatable food, which is often regarded as hypocritical by others, but sometimes they are indeed being wronged!

As we all know, the cooks in the army who are responsible for cooking, together with the division chief, have the power to eat, and they have to eat whatever they say.

Where did the cook come from?

That's right, they are selected from ordinary soldiers. The number of years of service is there, and the cooks are no exception. If you are unlucky, a few years later, the cooks of the squadron will be discharged together. At this time, you have to start from wanting to stay. Select one of the veterans who becomes a non-commissioned officer in the team and send him to be trained as a cook.

Just learn to cook.

But this also depends on talent and accumulation before joining the army. Some people make delicious food with the same ingredients, while some people make stuff that even dogs won’t eat.

But there’s nothing you can do about it, it’s better than no one doing it.

The more you cook, the more delicious it will become.

The cooks in the new training brigade are all drawn from various detachments. Most of them are experienced old cook squad leaders, but some cooks who have just been trained are often thrown over. Those who can be thrown over are basically It’s the type that even dogs won’t eat.

So some recruits are not being hypocritical when they say the food is unpalatable.

It's really unpalatable.

But it was only one or two meals, and there were a bunch of old cooking squad leaders taking care of it. It was really hopeless and the old squad leader took it personally.

Zhang Yu and Wu Shiqi finally finished their conversation, returned to the table of the second class, and ordered the meal to be served. Ye Fei and others hurriedly used their chopsticks to devour the food.

Zhang Yu ate his meal absentmindedly, still thinking about what he had just talked to the captain.

"The chief of staff just held a meeting for us."

"There are quite a few people in the National Flag Guard who have retired this year. The main team has asked us to see if there are any talented top players and send them for training."

"This week, arrange more queue training and explore."

In the past, when National Flag Guard members retired, they would select pacesetters from all corps across the country to participate in training and selection, and those who qualified would join.

It is said that they are from each corps, but in fact, most of the personnel are from the second corps.

There is no way, the level of the queue is there, I can't accept it.

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

This is an unprecedented first time.

It seems that there will be many people in the National Flag Guard who will retire in the next few years, and they all gathered together.

Otherwise, recruits would not be considered.

Zhang Yu kept thinking and was very envious of this group of new recruits.

That is the national flag guard that represents the military demeanor!

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

If Zhang Yu hadn't been too hard on himself during training in his early years, Zhang Yu's knee suffered a hidden injury and he couldn't bear the heavy training of the national flag guard. He would have wanted to go!

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

Be willing to endure hardship, be willing to use your brain, talk less and do things less frequently.

What is a good soldier? This is a good soldier.

But it's still early, and the specific selection work won't start until mid-October at the earliest, which will be more than a month later.

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

Ye Fei was taking big gulps of rice.

Hey, don't tell me, this food is all home-cooked food, but if it's really a meal, Ye Fei can make three bowls of rice every day.

Feeling eyes on him, Ye Fei looked up and met Zhang Yu's wide eyes.

Ye Fei was a little confused.

What is the monitor looking at me for?

Touching around his lips, Ye Fei became even more confused.

There are no rice grains here either.

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

After everyone in the second shift had finished eating, leaving two on-duty staff to clean up the canteen, Zhang Yu took the rest of the people to the dry toilet and went straight back to the dormitory.

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

"Even if the training officially starts today, hurry up and adapt to the rhythm. The following days will only become more and more tiring."

"For us soldiers, training is everything and the top priority. Nothing is more important than training."

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

After the command was given, Ye Fei waited until Zhang Yu took out the pillow from the cabinet. He was the first to rush up and take out the pillow. Then he came to the bed, carefully placed the quilt folded into tofu blocks on the ground, and rolled up the mattress together with the sheets. They were piled in a column at the head of the bed, put down pillows and fell asleep.

A set of procedures was completed in one go, and Zhang Yu and the other recruits in the second class were stunned by his skillful movements.

Zhang Yu couldn't fault Ye Fei's behavior. After all, he gave the command for lunch break himself, but seeing Ye Fei's actions so skillfully, he felt inexplicably unhappy.

But there is no problem for Zhang Yu to scold Ye Fei. After all, Ye Fei is still just a new recruit. Taking away the quilt during lunch break is indeed a bit abstract.

The new army is in the finalizing stage at this time, so such a move will definitely have an impact, which is 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.

Just as Zhang Yu hesitated for a while, Ye Fei had already snored slightly.

Forget it, after all, Ye Fei's hard training is obvious to all, so let's leave it at that.

The recruit next to him wanted to imitate him, but Zhang Yu stared directly at him.

Why, your quilt doesn’t need to be repaired?

Look at that thing you stacked up. It’s grinning like an armored car. How dare you move it?

This was what the recruit read from Zhang Yu's eyes, so he could only go to bed angrily, lying in an uncomfortable position with half of his legs on the ground.

The new recruit was so angry that he didn't fall asleep at noon.

Damn it, the monitor is partial!

"Dip~!"

"Squadron 3, get up!\

,"Ye Fei woke up from his sleep instantly when he heard Zhang Yu's whistle. Before Zhang Yu could enter the room, he got up and restored the bed to its original state.

After a two-hour lunch break, Ye Fei recovered a lot of physical strength and energy, and was full of fighting spirit.

Hurry up and train! Ye Fei can't wait to use the liver skill!

When Zhang Yu returned to the room, Ye Fei was standing on the ground waiting to be assembled, and there were several recruits lingering on the bed who hadn't gotten up yet.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu closed the door directly.

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear the whistle? Are you still lying on the bed?"

Don't blame Zhang Yu for being angry. It has been three or four minutes since the whistle sounded. Ye Fei's bed has been made, and those who haven't gotten up yet are indeed moving a little slower.

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