Huge physical energy consumption brings huge food.

Before joining the army, Zhuangyan was originally a slightly fat body. After joining the army, Zhuangyan was most afraid of being hungry.

New recruits are hungry when they are, but now they are even hungry. In the morning, four big steamed buns are shredded radish, shredded chili or pickled vegetables. Eggs and soy milk twice a week, but the calories are not enough to fill the huge physical energy consumption hole.

Usually after breakfast, I sing an empty city plan before I was halfway through my morning training.

A bowl of rice full of rice at noon was more than a pound, four dishes and one soup, stuffed in and out of the afternoon, and it was already digested completely.

In order to get hungry, Zhuang Yan had already passed the recruit company. Unexpectedly, the same thing happened in the teaching team.

Zhuangyan is definitely a greedy person. No wonder, he has delicious food and clothing at home. When he comes to the army, he has less oil and water and more training, and becomes the birth of a hungry ghost in his previous life.

This time, it's not stealing, but it's a completely different situation.

Although he had stolen pork waists and chicken wings with Yi Jun when he was in the company and was punished and taught a lesson, he did not expect that after joining the teaching brigade, he would be punished for a few steamed buns.

Not to mention steamed buns at home, it is just a time-honored wife cake, so Zhuang Yan doesn’t even scan it out of the corner of her eyes.

He was punished for a few steamed buns, which really made him lose his price. However, if he is hungry, he can do anything even more incredible.

The steamed buns in the teaching team are basically quantitative, with only four in the morning. The amount seems small, but in fact it is quite large.

The steamed buns in the teaching team are famously strong and famous!

Many students have joked about eating this steamed bun to beat the dog. If the dog is not eaten, it will definitely kill you.

Generally speaking, there is no surplus in the steamed buns for breakfast. Occasionally, if the kitchen team makes more, the chef or the kitchen team will be able to move the heart of the Bodhisattva, and will only add the food without losing the outsider’s field to the dining table of their own class or someone they know.

Most of the time, the work of dividing meals is usually done by the chef. Three people are drawn every day, and the three district teams take turns to send people, one for each class every day.

In the teaching team with extremely strong training intensity, helping the chef is the supreme advantage of the students. Not only can you avoid training, you can also get some oil and water in the kitchen class and eat a small belly, which is happier than celebrating the festival at home.

On this day, it was the turn of the third district team to help the chef.

I am solemnly looking forward to the stars and the moon, and I am just looking forward to it with my fingers.

Early in the morning, when the wake-up call rang, the other students gathered with guns to train. The three of them walked leisurely towards the kitchen class. Their walking posture was full of joy, and their butts were sticking out. Seeing the entire squadron gathering on the big lawn in front of the room to make a fuss and make a fuss, they were so happy that they spoke like singing.

"I said, today we will help the chef, and no matter how much we say, we will give some benefits to our brothers in several classes."

Wang Datong is a veteran. It is said that the older the soldiers, the better the soldiers are. The higher the soldiers are, the more they serve one year more than the privates, so Wang Datong speaks with great importance.

He agreed solemnly: "Yes, yes, yes, yesterday the second district team helped the chef. Damn, the steamed buns in their class's combat preparation basin are so high!"

While speaking, he made an exaggerated gesture.

Liu Ruiyong is an honest person. He says everything others say. Anyway, this matter is good for his comrades in the district team, and there is no reason not to agree.

Wang Datong began to teach two recruits and gave his experience: "I tell you that the cooking class always has more steamed buns every day. When the steamed buns are divided, there will be fewer left. The extra ones will usually add some to the dining table of the kitchen team. But at most, there are three or four more steamed buns on a table, which is not enough for brothers to stuff their teeth, so it's meaningless. So, we must intercept some of the steamed buns before they are delivered from the kitchen to the canteen. After they are divided, we will take them out and put them in the combat preparation basin of our class. Do you understand?"

He nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Liu Ruiyong said: "So what are we using to pack the steamed buns we intercepted?"

Wang Datong said: "Look, Xiao Liu, your brain is just inflexible! What to use? Use whatever you eat! Our big rice bowl for eating can hold at least eight, and one pressure can hold 10!"

Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong exchanged glances, and both felt that Wang Datong was right.

So he raised his thumbs up in unison and said, "Datong, you are so tall!"

Wang Datong was praised very much. He waved his hand and said with a smug look on his face: "What are you tall and not tall? I have been a soldier for a year more than you, so I will know more. When you become a veteran, you will know everything."

The three of them entered the kitchen and, under the arrangement of the squad leader of the kitchen team, helped to lift water, wash the pot, knead steamed buns, etc. At six o'clock, the first batch of steamed buns began to be steamed in the pot.

Because the army's food is exclusively supplied, the rice is No. 3 or 4 rice, and the quality of flour is not good. The army's steamed buns only need to be enough, but no matter how the quality is.

Therefore, giving noodles is a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Even if the bread is distributed, the steamed buns will not be distributed too well. If they are not distributed well, they will not be fragrant and soft enough. Therefore, it is natural that the steamed buns in the teaching team can kill the dog.

However, Zhuangyan also helped the kitchen during the eighth company.

Steaming the head in a large pot has one common feature. The first layer of steamed buns under the steamer is the most fragrant and delicious, and is called scorched steamed buns.

Since this layer of scorched steamed buns are at the bottom of the most calories, they are often roasted to brown, which tastes fragrant and crispy.

Some kitchen teams who like to flatter, the steamed buns on this floor are usually placed on the cadres' tables, which is disgusting.

There are at most thirty or less than forty braised buns in the first steamer. The soldiers of the kitchen team took some, but they didn't eat much, because the kitchen team did not participate in the cruel training of the district team, which was not very expensive. In addition, they ate them every year and every day, so they felt that it was not rare.

"A few guys who help the chef!"

As soon as the first steamed bun was out of the pot, the boss of the cooking squad reached out and took one from it and stuffed it into his mouth, waved to the soldiers of Zhuangyan, Wang Datong and Liu Ruiyong, who had already drooled a few feet long.

"Come here and get some steamed buns. This thing is the best. You are blessed today. Only those who help the chef will receive this treatment."

The three guys rushed over as if they were irrational, took out the rice bowl that they had been hiding with for a long time in their hands, and shouted in unison: "Thank you, squad leader!"

Then he pounced on the charred steamed buns like a wolf or a tiger. In less than ten seconds, no one swallowed two of them. He slowly drank a pot of soy milk, and poured them into his stomach like pouring water.

The boss of the cooking squad was holding half a piece of burnt steamed bun in his hand, and was frightened by the three of them and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"I said, can you slow down and be careful to choke you hungry guys to death!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."

The three trainees were filled with steamed buns and said vaguely, "How can they care about so much?" What kind of soldier's image is very good, what kind of dignity, what kind of pride of the squad leader, all of them are gonna be damn it!
Chapter completed!