With his arrogant temperament, he was easily defeated by Wu Xiaoyu, how could he still be so magnanimous?

Under Fan Biao's teaching again and again, Wu Xiaoyu gradually made 'progress' and began to be able to hit the gangster's cheek.

After all the team members took turns to complete the training of the shooting project, Wu Xiaoyu finally stopped hiding it, aimed at the eyebrows of the gangster, and hit it with one blow.

Fan Biao looked through the binoculars and saw that he had hit the eyebrows of the gangster three hundred meters away, first scowled, and then laughed.

It seems that Lao Tzu is really a talent! After only teaching him for a while, he can hit the gangsters so accurately!

In the process of 'teaching', the two have inadvertently become closer, and now Wu Xiaoyu has hit the target again, which has made Fan Biao confident and greatly satisfied.

actually completely left Wu Xiaoyu's defeat of himself behind, and called Wu Xiaoyu a brother.

The deputy squadron team who witnessed this change couldn't help but smile with relief, now that the two of them have reconciled, the afternoon combat training can be carried out normally.

The commander of the squadron and Wu Xiaoyu hooked their shoulders and called them brothers, but they still didn't know why, and they looked confused!

When did the squadron commander turn around? He was so kind to the man who defeated him!

After the shooting training, it was already close to noon, and the No. 2 Squadron had been free for a while, and then under the leadership of Fan Biao, they went to the restaurant in the base/place for dinner.

Although the training base is located in the deep mountains, there are fresh vegetables and fruits every day, and the meals in the canteen are also full of variety, meat and vegetables, but the taste is a little worse.

Of course, this is not because the comrades in the cooking class are not careful, but it is really that they have to cook so many meals at once, and the time is tight and the task is heavy, and it is difficult for them to take into account nutrition and taste.

Wu Xiaoyu saw these soldiers gobbling up, and couldn't help asking, "Do you think this meal is delicious?"

The soldier who was eating, seeing that the relationship between the squadron commander and him had eased, did not dare to ignore it, but he did not dare to tell the truth, so he had to say: "Return...... Yes!

Fan Biao, who was sitting on the other side of Wu Xiaoyu, heard this, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and scolded: "Wu Wenyong, why the hell are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?"

Seeing this, the deputy squadron hurriedly admonished Fan Biao: "Squadron leader, pay attention to the attitude you speak, you are all your own comrades, how can you scold your mother?"

Far from being depressed, the scolded soldier smiled as if he had been praised.

"I'll tell you the truth! This food is indeed too unpalatable, but people like us, who can even eat snakes, insects, rats and ants, care about this?" the soldier said.

Snakes, insects, rats, ants? Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel sick when she thought of what kind of food they were eating, and her stomach began to turn upside down.

Although he grew up in the countryside, he never ate less snake meat when he was a child, but eating it raw this time is too much, right?

When Fan Biao saw that he heard that he was eating snakes, insects, rats and ants raw, his face was hideous, his Adam's apple trembled, and a sense of superiority arose spontaneously in his heart.

Although this kid is powerful, he is just an ordinary person after all, unlike Lao Tzu, who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

"Alright, don't say it! Be careful he's throwing it up, we won't have anything to eat!" Fan Biao reprimanded.

However, the warriors at the same table with him, instead of restraining their gloating expressions, laughed at Wu Xiaoyu.

The deputy squadron was afraid that they would annoy Wu Xiaoyu again, so they hurriedly scolded: "Okay! Hurry up and eat, don't be sluggish!"

The soldiers buried their heads in eating again, and Wu Xiaoyu saw that they were eating this lackluster meal, but he was a little unbearable.

They have to undergo brutal and harsh training every day, and as a result, they can't even taste a decent meal, it's so cruel!

Wu Xiaoyu's appetite has been fed by the local chicken, shiitake mushrooms, and mushroom sauce at home, and these meals are naturally difficult to swallow.

Seeing that he lacked appetite, Fan Biao unconsciously asked, "What's the matter?

"No! it's this food, it's too hard to swallow!" Wu Xiaoyu hesitated.

His words were heard by the secretary of the base/local department who was about to come forward to offer condolences.

"Who said the food was unpalatable?" The smile on the secretary general's face quickly disappeared, and he walked towards Wu Xiaoyu and the others with a frown.

When the deputy squadron saw the secretary of the base/ground department coming over, he quickly got up and said with a smile: "Just kidding...... Just kidding, don't worry too much, Secretary!"

The secretary didn't pay attention to the deputy squadron, but took a few steps forward, walked up to Wu Xiaoyu, looked at him, and saw that he was not wearing a jun uniform, and couldn't help but be a little curious.

He doesn't seem to be a Jun person, why does he appear in the training base, and he is also picky about the meals provided by the base/ground.

Why is he?

"Hey, what are you doing!" the secretary kicked Wu Xiaoyu's chair and asked unceremoniously.

Wu Xiaoyu knew that he was afraid that he would anger the secretary general, so he hurriedly pretended to be ignorant and smiled: "I came to train with the second squadron, what's wrong?"

Seeing his polite attitude, the secretary still had a smile on his face, and for a while, he didn't know how to reprimand him.

Although he doesn't appreciate the hard work of the cooking class and picks and chooses the food, he can't be too harsh on this person who doesn't stretch out his hand and don't hit the smiling face, right?

I saw that the secretary coughed lightly, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and said: "Our comrades in the cooking class have to wash, cut and cook vegetables early in the morning, lest we delay your meal, why don't you know to be considerate of them?"

"The taste of this meal is a little worse, not as good as what is made in the restaurant outside, but you don't want to think about it, can this big pot of rice compare with the small stir-fry in the restaurant?"

When Wu Xiaoyu saw him talking, he was filled with indignation, and he also felt that he was indeed too Meng Lang.

"It's my bad attitude, please forgive me!" Wu Xiaoyu was afraid that he would continue to be tired for a long time, so he hurriedly apologized.

The secretary was also a little stunned when he apologized so readily, and then showed a smile and said, "You can understand our cooking ......."

However, before he finished speaking, Wu Xiaoyu interrupted: "My attitude just now is really bad, but there is indeed a problem with your meal......

Everyone present, including Fan Biao, looked at Wu Xiaoyu with an incredulous face, what do you mean by that, kid?

Since you apologized, you eat honestly, why do you want to criticize other people's food for not being delicious?

Even though this food is really unpalatable, can't you just eat it? and don't you want to eat it every day, are you going to stand up for your brothers?

The secretary looked at Wu Xiaoyu with a confused face, this kid is sick, right?

Without waiting for the secretary to react, Wu Xiaoyu continued: "There is a mushroom sauce factory in our village, and the mushroom sauce produced is particularly delicious!"

"If you put it in these big pots of rice, it will definitely make these bland and tasteless dishes fresh and delicious. ”

His words made everyone here even more puzzled, do you really think the food is unpalatable, or are you going to sell mushroom sauce?

The secretary of this base/place has also been in the cooking class for a few years, and he also has a second-level chef certificate in his hand, so he naturally doesn't believe that the mushroom sauce in his mouth will have such a miraculous effect.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense! Besides, this is a training base/place, not a vegetable market, if you want to sell mushroom sauce, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place!" said the secretary raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

(End of chapter)