There was a big board next to it, and a fat guy who loved and was fat, like a tree stump, was kneading his dough vigorously, the room was hot, and he was doing hard work, and he was already sweating profusely. D-M's sweat beads were dripping down, and he was too busy with both hands to wipe them. The dough is kneaded, then flattened with a large rolling pin until it is less than half an inch thick, then sprinkled with a layer of salt, smeared with a layer of old oil, and smoothed it out with your hands.

After mixing the oil and salt finely, the dough is folded, dough into a ball, pressed, kneaded, and finally kneaded into an arm-thick dough stick. Cut the dough into fist-sized dough with a knife and roll it out into a thick flatbread with a rolling pin.

Next to him, another man was busy pancakes. After mixing the oil in the pot, a thick layer, the fat man rolled out a piece of bread, and he reached out and copied it, and threw it directly into the pot. He served two cauldrons alone, and there were seven or eight cakes in one pot. His hands are obviously very skillful, with a shovel in his hand, and when he looks at it, he reaches out and turns it over with great speed.

A few flips, and it didn't take long for a piping hot, buttery pancake to come out of the pan. The baked pancakes were thrown into a large dustpan next to them, the size of a washbasin, and there were three hanging tips that had been piled up.

He is waiting for these alone, and he is also busy enough.

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An hour later, at eight o'clock in the evening, the barracks canteen at Fort Rock finally welcomed its first guests.

Thirty teams of killers formed outside the cafeteria under the command of their respective instructors, and then entered in order from first to thirtieth.

The first killer team was the first to enter, they entered in front and back in a column, and the instructor Dong Yiying stood in the aisle of the cafeteria, looking at them coldly. Under the pressure of Dong Yiying's gaze, everyone who was a little slack as soon as they entered the cafeteria quickly straightened their waists, raised their chins, did not squint, and tried to make a heroic appearance.

It's just that I'm really tired!

Qian Yichuan walked behind Zheng Fakui and was the second. He tried to keep his face calm and try to maintain a normal walking posture, but he was too tired. The muscles in his thighs jumped suddenly, as if he didn't want to listen to his command at all. His steps were a little messy, and as for the back pain, there was no need to mention it.

His eyelids lowered slightly, and he saw that Zheng Fakui's shoulders in front of him were also a little swaying back and forth, and the soles of his feet were a lot more floating. Behind him, there was the sound of Jiang Laosan's heavy breathing.

Qian Yichuan actually felt a little relieved, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that I am not like this myself!" Jiang Laosan is similar to a cow, isn't it the same? ”

The canteen area is very large, in fact, this is the largest house Qian Yichuan has ever seen in his life. The cafeteria is a large room, ten zhang long and wide, and the floor is paved with neat stone slabs, and there are no other furnishings in it, but rows of large tables. It is the kind of custom-made long table, each one is four or five feet long and more than three feet wide. This faction had six of these large tables, two of which were put together in two, so that three pieces were formed. Leaning against the east and west walls, one in the middle, and two aisles sandwiched in between.

On either side of the table, benches are arranged.

This is true in every row, and at a glance, there are dozens of tables. Qian Yichuan secretly estimated that it would definitely not be a problem to accommodate about six or seven hundred people to eat at the same time.

Inside, there are four large pillars that are waist-thick, presumably to support the weight.

Since they were the first to enter, they were in the innermost corner.

Walking to a place far away from Dong Yiying, Qian Yichuan clearly heard Jiang Laosan's low scolding from behind, the voice was very small and vague, Qian Yichuan didn't hear what he said clearly.

finally got to the side of the seat, and everyone saw that the bench was really very kind, and they just wanted to hurry up and take a breath.

It's just that this thought just came to mind in my heart, and Dong Yiying's cold voice came from behind: "The twenty-first article of the army, if you don't let you sit, you will stand honestly!" ”

"Damn!"

Not only Jiang Laosan, everyone scolded viciously in their hearts at this time, and Qian Yichuan was no exception.

It's just scolding and scolding, I don't know how many people have been whipped this afternoon, and they are now afraid of the instructor. The words of the instructor will never dare not be disobeyed.

Whoever dares to be unconvinced, just look at Jiang Laosan.

Jiang Laosan's appearance at this time can really be described by the word embarrassment - his nose is blue and his face is swollen, mixed with thick and long bulging blood marks, and almost all the skin on his body, face and neck that can be exposed has whip marks. It's like being beaten into a pig's head. Even the fat jacket was pulled open a hole the size of a child's mouth, revealing the cotton inside.

But Jiang Laosan is not lightly distressed, he has never worn such good and warm clothes in his life.

Everyone looked at him and secretly took it as a warning in their hearts - this is the end of dishonesty!

After waiting for another cup of tea, I waited for all the killer teams to come in, three hundred and sixty people, none of them dared to sit down, they all stood honestly, but they used their legs under the table, and the instructors didn't see the real advantage They still took the opportunity to adjust their posture and steal laziness.

Shi Jin strode in, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down!" ”

"Yes!"

Everyone yelled in unison, almost lifting the roof, and all of them vented some of the anger and dissatisfaction of the day.

It's just that Shi Jin didn't care, just smiled slightly. On this day, they were tossed enough, and they were a little resentful, which is normal.

It's just that when the recruits saw their dinner meals, the dissatisfaction in their hearts suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

"Let's ...... the meal"

The fireheads pushed the carts, pulled a long voice in their mouths, shouted loudly, turned out of the back kitchen, and came over with a grin.

Suddenly, the cafeteria was filled with a rich smell of oil, rice, and meat.

"Meat? Mother, there is meat at the first meal! The recruits smelled the smell and became excited, but the most daring guess among them was that there might be broth to drink.

There was a large iron bucket and a large dustpan on each trolley, and when they saw the contents of the dustpan clearly, the recruits immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison, and their throats shook violently up and down.

The big white steamed buns like the hills, the golden oil cakes, stacks of them, are placed there, steaming hot, fragrant. When I look at it, I can't wait for people to take it and stuff it in their mouths.

A small cart stopped next to the table of the First Killer Team, and the man took a stack of bowls from the side and put them on the table, and then picked up a bowl full of a large bowl of chicken, which contained soup and meat, and the golden chicken soup in the bowl was covered with a thick layer of oil, and the chicken nuggets were spiking!

"It's stewed chicken!"

The eyes of the twelve members of the First Killer Team immediately lit up, and everyone stared at the big bowl, wishing that there would be a hand in their eyes. They swallowed violently and looked at each other, wary looks flashing in their eyes.

"God, Master Dong is really good to us, there is such a bowl of meat to eat in the first team! What a good man! ”

Many people see their companions as imaginary enemies, and they all look at each other, thinking about how to grab more. But at this moment, suddenly he stretched out his big hand and grabbed a flatbread, and then he stretched out his hand again, and grabbed a large handful of meat from the bowl with the soup and meat, and wrapped it in a flatbread.

The table was dripping with oil soup.

Everyone looked at it with dull eyes, and saw that Jiang Laosan's hands were full of oil, and he was gobbling it up, and his swollen face was full of pride.

He smiled and said vaguely: "Look at what I'm doing, if I don't eat it, it'll be gone." ”

He just went down, and almost half of the bowl of meat was gone.

Everyone looked at him as if they were about to burst into flames, and they all hated it, but they didn't have time to deal with this guy at this time. Almost at the same time, more than a dozen hands reached out at the same time to grasp it.

The guy looked funny and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, don't rob, don't rob, don't rob, some are, one bowl per person......"

Everyone froze.

"What? One bowl per person? ”

Many of them may not have eaten as much meat as they have eaten in ten years.

Naturally, the man did not break his promise, filled each of them with a big bowl, put the dustpan on the table, and said with a smile: "Eat with an open stomach, there are!" ”

Looking at the big bowl of stewed chicken in front of him, and looking at the oil cake steamed buns in the big dustpan next to him, many recruits had sour noses and almost cried.

"Everyone has seen it!" Shi Jin's voice rang out: "This food is set by Lord Dong." Master Dong said, no matter how tight the days are, they can't be close to the soldiers. Even if I eat bran vegetables, I have to let the soldiers eat meat and drink oil! ”

He paused, and said with emotion: "We, Lord Dong, really love soldiers like children!" To have such a Shangguan is a blessing that we have cultivated for eight lifetimes! ”

Zhou Zhong was next to him, and suddenly shouted, "Who gave us a good day?" ”

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then shouted in unison: "Lord Dong, it's Lord Dong!" The sound never seemed to stop, and the sound became louder and louder, almost tearing off the roof. Many recruits were crying in their voices, shouting loudly over and over again. "Alright, alright." Shi Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to suppress it, and after his voice gradually lowered, he suddenly turned pale and shouted: "Eat, in the two pillars of incense, don't eat if you can't finish eating!" ”

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