Qasim's performance is certainly surprising.

But when Zhuang Yan got his own breakfast in the restaurant, he was no longer surprised.

When Zhuangyan tasted the things on the plate, she felt that Kasim's reaction was simply too normal.

Can this be called breakfast!?

Unfortunately, Zhuangyan does not believe in religion, otherwise he would shout "oh -my -god!" like other foreign colleges, "oh -my -god!"

In the domestic special forces, the food expenses are the highest among all army units, and the standard has actually reached the standard of air service stoves.

If you want to compete with special forces like "Red Arrow", you probably can compete with the Navy's submarine forces. Air Force pilots are all officers, and their nature is different.

The food of the "Red Arrow" team is four meals a day, and it does not include temporary meals due to special night training.

Fried buns with fried dough sticks and soy milk for breakfast, and occasionally dumplings.

Zhuangyan has been in the field troops. During the field troops, Zhuangyan's best food was in the teaching team. After all, it was a high-intensity training unit. If the food was not good, it could not maintain high consumption.

But compared with "Red Arrow", it is a big difference.

The food standards of grassroots companies like the Lao Eighth Company were originally very low, so they all had to rely on subsidies such as side jobs and pig raising to enrich the dining tables of officers and soldiers.

Even the food like the Eighth Company of Laos is still better than the food in the T country, which is known as the most awesome three-amen special combat school.

When the food on the plate fell into the solemn eyes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He looked up and asked in a half-baked T-word, a fat man in charge of distributing food and surrounded the white chef's apron, "That's all?"

"Of course!" The fat man with an outrageous rosacea still held a spoon in his hand, but it had already spread to both sides. He looked at Zhuang Yan with a surprised expression on his face: "Do you still want a camel?"

It seems that these are the things.

Zhuangyan had to walk away with the plate.

The canteens of the Special Forces School are concentrated together. Unlike the domestic troops, each company has its own canteen, but it is not here.

There is only one canteen here. To be precise, it is called a restaurant.

Indeed, the decoration inside is much more refined than the domestic military canteen, and is no less than the decoration in the Western restaurant on the streets of the country.

The same beige floor tiles, white curtains hang in front of the large windows, and the tables in the dining room are all long and covered with white dining tablecloths.

Knives, forks, salt shakers, tissue boxes are all available, and the dishes you eat are all large porcelain white round discs.

But the food on the plate was terrible.

A few olives look not much different from the ones I ate on T-China Airlines planes. A box of matchbox-sized chocolate sauce, and a box of cheese smaller than a cartoned beverage, three slices of bread with a thickness of about 1.5cm, three slices of light yellow cheese, plus a cup of hot tea...

It sounds like a lot, right?

But when I got it, the three slices of bread were really unbearable.

After the cheese slices, it will be gone in three or four bites.

What's even more terrible is that the milk has a little salty and sour taste, which is not as sweet as the ones I ate at home in the past.

The remaining are three small olives that were pickled with unknown techniques. They are simply from the same line as the unlucky things in the airplane meal. They taste completely the same, salty, astringent and sour.

It's an appetizer...

Only here needs to be appetizing to finish eating?

That little bit of chocolate sauce is delicious.

Full marks for desserts.

Unfortunately, less than a bite.

Zhuangyan finally picked up the box of chocolate sauce, licked it with her tongue, and rolled the remaining sauce into her mouth.

Then he took a cup of tea in a short time and looked at Cui Weinan and Wei Shuping, who were obviously not full like him.

Wei Shuping is from Sichuan and has been scolding herself in a low voice, saying that she forgot to send some chili sauce to her hometown, and that it is first-class to spread bread.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. When you arrive in T country, you can only follow the customs.

Zhuangyan even chewed off the few olives that were difficult to swallow.

"Are you full?" he asked Cui Weinan.

Cui Weinan did not answer the solemn question directly, but said: "I finally understood why Staff Liu asked him to bring more baby porridge before coming. People who can fill their stomachs here are probably in kindergarten."

Zhuang Yan said: "Why did I hear before I came that everyone here likes to eat meat? Why did I see meat on our table?"

"Maybe it's breakfast!" Wei Shuping comforted himself and said, "Foreigners like bread, black tea, etc. When it comes to lunch, I guess it's going to be fine."

Solemnity can only place hope on lunch and dinner.

Now, Zhuang Yan understands why Qasim heard that eating breakfast would be as painful as going to the execution ground.

I guess this guy has become accustomed to eating beef and mutton in Country H. When he comes here to eat these sour, salty and oil-free things, it really makes him feel pain!

After breakfast, none of the three of them were full.

But we cannot give any suggestions, so as not to say that Pla's soldiers are spoiled and damaged their image.

After returning to the queue room and waiting for a while, Ahmed seemed to finally remember to get some supplies for the three soldiers, and finally appeared in front of the three.

"Follow me and get your personal supplies."

The logistics is located in a corner of the campus, with an inconspicuous small building connected to a huge warehouse behind it.

After entering, a non-commissioned officer wearing glasses received Ahmed and Zhuang Yan and his group.

After Ahmed filled out several forms and asked Zhuang Yan and others to sign, his personal supplies were finally received.

This includes the school's entry and exit permit, a local bank card, two sets of blue and black anti-terrorism suits, two sets of camouflage uniforms, two pairs of mountain combat boots, an anti-terrorism head cover, and a blue and black baseball cap with the underwater special forces badge printed on it.

There are also combat equipment such as marching backpacks, various gun holsters and station tactical vests, body armor, Kevlar helmets, etc.

Materials such as guns and bomb disposal tools are collected uniformly during training, and then used together and returned uniformly, so there is no need to collect them on the spot.

"What is the bank card in this bank for?" Cui Weinan asked a question.

Ahmed explained: "This is the account used when your country provides subsidies to you. The school starts on the 12th, so a sum of money will be transferred to your account on the 12th of each month. When you need to use it, you can go to the bank in the city to get it."

"I think so thoughtful." Cui Weinan smiled and said to Zhuang Yan: "I now know why the country has given us a monthly subsidy of US$280. ​​I think I'm afraid that we will starve to death here. We probably supplement our nutrition for the money."

$280.

Zhuangyan has no idea about this number.
Chapter completed!