The boss of the kitchen team looked at the three chefs who were like wolves and tigers, and had never eaten anything in his eight lives. He could only shake his head, sigh, and leave.

Zhuang Yan, Wang Datong, Liu Ruiyong and the other two were holding a steamed bun in their hands, one was squeezing on their chopsticks, one was stuffed in their mouths, one was glaring in their eyes, and one was still thinking about one in their hearts.

The first layer of steamed buns disappeared in front of the kitchen crew at an extremely fast speed. Before the others could react, they had been cleaned up.

"Dagain, you immortal Banban! Do you eat like this, will we still eat?" A soldier in the kitchen team held his own flip-flop basin and couldn't believe everything in front of him.

However, the chef squad leader is very good. This veteran with the rank of sergeant has served in the fourth year and is from Guangxi. He is very honest and honest.

He pushed the cook and said, "What are your platoons concerned about? They don't have to take care of the chef once a month, so they eat it. You can eat it every day, let alone a pot?"

When the cook saw the old squad leader speak, he didn't dare to say anything else, so he left in shame.

The kitchen squad leader asked Zhuang Yan and others: "Are you full?"

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

"I'm full, squad leader!"

The chef squad leader said: "Drink some porridge and don't eat it for the time being, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable if you swell in your stomach later. Today, I have peanut butter pig hands. The captain said that you can replenish your students' joints, so don't be too full to eat."

The words from the catering squad leader were like the flies on the bald head - it was too obvious.

Isn’t this the same as telling Zhuang Yan how many people will have enough elbows to eat at noon?

The kitchen team is close to the water and the platform is the first to get the moon. The chefs can eat so much that they are full of oil. This is definitely not the only treatment of grassroots companies. It is definitely applicable to all the world. Any unit is like a bird.

"Thank you, squad leader!"

Solemn and moved, almost burst into tears on the spot, thinking of the pig elbow at noon...

Pig elbow!

Male Gobi!

How long hasn't I eaten such a satisfying thing? It's better than any other chicken, duck, fish and meat. The greasier food is now, the better. Even if you eat lard with a spoon, you can digest the intensity of this physical training!

After the kitchen squad leader left, Wang Datong asked Zhuangyan: "How many have you eaten?"

Solemn touched his round belly and said, "Eight! It's not a loss!"

Wang Datong asked Liu Ruiyong again: "How many of you?"

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

Wang Datong raised his lips and said proudly: "You two new recruits, do you know how many I have eaten?"

The two shook their heads.

Wang Datong slapped his belly and said with a loud bang, "I ate ten!"

"Fuck!" Zhuang Yan immediately took a breath of air conditioning, gave a thumbs up and said, "Big Mouth, you are so amazing!"

Wang Datong is short, but very strong, just like a bucket, straight up and down, and his whole body is round. If he stands on the side of the road in a dark and lit place, some people will definitely think it is a newly installed trash can and throw banana peels at his head.

The most important thing is that Wang Datong has a nickname and is known as Wang Dazui.

A big mouth can be opened and swallowed a large Hainan mango directly.

Some things are talent and cannot be envied, such as eating. Comrade Wang Dazui, who has absolutely the advantage in hardware, let Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong appreciate what it means to be beyond reach and what it means to be above the mountain.

After the three of them finished their sacrifices to the solemnity of the Wudian Temple, of course, they could not forget the brothers of the same class who were still suffering and tired on the training ground. They asked Liu Ruiyong and Wang Datong to discuss that in addition to dividing a few more steamed buns on the plates of their own district team, each of them also piled the rice plates into a pyramid shape and placed them under the cement chopping board, waiting for everyone to finish their breakfast and stuff them to those comrades with large appetites.

It is also considered that they are in bad luck, because the chief officer got up early today.

The chief of the Third Squadron, surnamed Tie, is a second-level sergeant. He is a type of position where two arrows and two ranks are added to the rank. He graduated from the Chief Training Brigade of the Chief Training Brigade and is not a volunteer soldier or a cadre. One is different from the two, and the other is incompatible with the two.

The thin person in the Iron Department is from Xiangxi. He is not tall, with a long loofah face, small eyes and small nose. When he looks small, he seems to save even the materials on his face.

So a person who saves even his own flesh is so careful that he is outrageous.

The chief officer was the God of Wealth in the company and was a famous old man from the brigade, so the officers and soldiers secretly gave him a nickname called Iron Rooster. When it comes to finance, he was a kind of god who could remove bread crumbs from the cracks in the door. He was absolutely competent.

Usually, the chief officer does not get up early, so he has a small compartment next to the kitchen room of the kitchen. It is both a finance room and a dormitory. It is rare for people who go to the kitchen to go early in the morning on weekdays. They only appear twenty minutes before breakfast. Check the breakfast, then wash your face and brush your teeth for breakfast.

It was because I was going to Rami to the town.

Since this group of new students arrived, the originally full granary was empty for a few days. Last night, I had to calculate the food relationships transferred by each company, and carefully calculated the plan for the use of food funds for training. This morning, I planned to pull the first batch of rice back to the warehouse.

I just walked around the kitchen class, and there was nothing wrong with it. The kitchen class was still very solid. All the steamed buns were out of the cage and were being divided into battle preparation basins and brought to the dining table in the canteen.

Comrade Tie nodded with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the bull's eye was put into his stomach. He was bent down and lowered his head to take a bucket to hold water to wash his face and brush his teeth when he suddenly saw the steamed buns hidden under the cement chopping board.

Three large soldiers had rice plates, piled with steamed buns like hills, like pyramids that were shrunk, and they were as eye-catching as they looked at them.

His bottom line of professional ethics was challenged. Thinking of the food plan he made last night when he stayed up late last night, his heart suddenly became famous, so he turned around and asked, "Whose steamed bun is this?"

The chief officer stayed in the teaching team for seven years, and of course the students could not hide this trick from him.

The head of these three pots is full of hair, and the Iron Director can figure out what is going on with his toes.

He felt that he needed to criticize the person hiding the steamed buns.

"Whose is it? Do you have the courage to accept it but not?"

Without saying a word, the Chief of Officer Tie brought the three lunch boxes to the cement table and put them heavily!

It's over!

It's going to be a bad thing again!

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

what to do?

Wang Datong looked at Zhuang Yan with a tragic look and nodded slightly.

"What?" Zhuang Yan didn't understand.
Chapter completed!