Bang..., a piece of dough hit the chopping board heavily, sprinkled with snow-white flour, and held it with strong and powerful hands to hold it down and mix it. Stretch, fold, shake, and repeat this more than ten times. Cut the noodles with whiskers with a knife and throw them into boiling boiling water.

The meat and bones are boiled in boiling water, the soup is as fragrant as milk, and the cooked noodles are quickly picked up. With simple oil and salt, it is a bowl of delicious big bone soup noodles.

“Wow….”

"God, it's amazing."

"This kind of skill is absolutely not visible in our hometown in Kentucky."

In Yunshan City, there was a bustling event in the kitchen of the Eighth Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army. Dozens of US military soldiers waiting for dinner were marveling around the pot. In their opinion, the "Lao Ji" who was making noodles was simply a god.

"K, Company, Company, Company, the noodles from the 6th Tank Battalion Company are ready." Zhou Qingfeng walked out with an apron and carrying a large bucket full of noodles and fresh soup. A bunch of American devils with high noses and deep noses immediately surrounded him with cheers.

"Oh..., give me one, this noodles look great."

"This scent has cured my anorexia, and I can't wait to eat a big bowl."

"This magical noodles are the greatest comfort in winter, and it is indeed a delicious food that can be remembered for a lifetime."

Seeing a group of foreigners who liked the noodles they made so much, the "old machine" who was responsible for pulling the noodles was full of anger. He cursed while exerting force, "These tragic Americans don't eat the good meat and throw away it away. They actually like to eat noodles. They are all a bunch of spoiled things."

The deputy squad leader was in charge of knotting his face. When he heard the complaint of "Old Ji", he hit the other party with his elbow and said seriously: "Be careful of discipline and don't destroy the squad leader's plan. Otherwise, if our division hits such an armored regiment, how many soldiers would have to sacrifice?"

Thinking about the tanks in Yunshan City, the "old machine" could only shut up and stretch the noodles hard. Fortunately, they had enough food at noon, so they felt like they could not finish their strength. In a few minutes, a large portion of noodles was ready for the pot.

Not long ago, the people in the Sharp Knife were still smacking the strong logistics of the US imperialists, but now it is the Americans' turn to savor the deliciousness they cook. You should know that when they said they wanted to borrow US military cookware to make some food, the American chefs in the field kitchen expressed disdain.

A group of natives who could express surprise when eating bread, want to make an unparalleled delicious meal for American soldiers? This is ridiculous!

Well, since you have already praised the superior, we want to see what unbelievable food you can make? Don’t tell me it’s hotpot with kimchi and lunch meat, that thing will trigger a riot in the military camp, hahaha…!

And now... several American chefs are behind the "Lao Ji". It is already amazing to see this Asian man with thick hands and feet that can make noodles with just two hands. And just a few flesh and bones can cook fragrant broth, which is even more magic than common sense.

After tasting the noodles from "Lao Ji", American chefs had to give them a thumbs up and praise them unanimously, saying that this was the best noodles they had ever eaten.

At Zhou Qingfeng's request, "Lao Ji" laughed a few times, saying that he was willing to serve the Americans. However, his heart changed from sighing about the powerful logistics of the United States to contempt for the American soldiers. It was really barbaric. You can be so happy to eat noodles!

There was a big pot on the other end, and two shovels were stirring in the pot. The fire was strong under the pot, and the lard on the pot was sizzling. Hundreds of scattered eggs were poured into the pot, and immediately made a sprint sound.

When the US military soldiers who were waiting to eat noodles heard the noise, they cheered and grabbed the plate and ran over, shouting in a swaying Chinese language: "Egg fried rice, egg fried rice, we love egg fried rice the most."

The other two soldiers were carrying a bucket of rice that had just been cooked and drained. The rice was poured into a large pot and started stirring vigorously. The scents of lard, eggs, rice, and various simple ingredients heated ingredients mixed with each other to create a delicious food that can make people saliva.

In terms of eating, the foodie empire has accumulated a lot of skills for thousands of years. Any use of some home-based skills is a fascinating and irresistible magic attack.

Compared to foreigners who either grill or stew, they eat raw if they really can’t do it, Chinese people have long played with cooking in a variety of ways. There are countless ways to play with various seasonings and ingredients alone.

The most important thing is that Chinese food is simple, it is really simple!

Can you get a time-consuming and labor-intensive French dinner under field conditions? Go dreaming!

But under field conditions, just making some noodles and fried rice can make these American soldiers shout "God" in front of you.

The hot fried rice was divided up as soon as it was out of the pot. Everyone who had eaten it praised it and loved it very much. Their fanatical appearance seemed to celebrate Christmas in advance, and their happy smiles were always hanging on their faces.

The lively kitchen even alarmed the senior US military officers in Yunshan City. After a burst of "stand attentive" shouts, the people in the kitchen immediately stood up and stood up straight, with their hands together in the cracks of their pants, serious and serious.

A beautiful man wearing the rank of colonel walked into the kitchen and accompanied his adjutant shouted: "It's Colonel Palmer's motto."

… The commander of the 8th Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army, who was replacing defense with the 1st Division of the South Baseball Division, arrived. As soon as the big man appeared, his momentum was different. Everyone stood solemnly, even the sharp knife squad was no exception.

"Lao Ji" was already angry at cooking for Americans, and now he still wanted to stand up to the US officials. He couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "My decent volunteer soldier, do you want to salute the Americans?"

Now even the deputy squad leader kicked the "old machine" and whispered: "If you ask me to salute me, I will salute you. At this time, don't talk nonsense. If the plan fails, I will tear you alive first."

"If we have one now, can we make great contributions?" "Dou Ding" interjected. This made everyone in the Sharp Knife squad feel excited. Uh..., except Mr. Zhou.

Colonel Palmer laughed and first greeted the US military officers and soldiers present to get closer, then smelled the fragrance and walked to the pot of the Sharp Knife squad. The colonel first looked at the boiling noodles and fragrant fried rice in the pot, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng and others.

"I heard that there was a team of Nanbang chefs with extremely outstanding cooking skills in the kitchen. The food they cooked was very popular. I think the so-called 'Nanbang chefs' must be you." Colonel Palmer smiled.

When Zhou Qingfeng was about to show off, he did not give in at all and shouted loudly: "Dear Colonel, I am very honored to be able to serve you. Are you willing to taste our food?"

"Of course I do." Colonel Palmer said warmly that he was actually very friendly. He took the plate handed over by Zhou Qingfeng, tasted the noodles and fried rice, and then showed his attitude of having fun with the soldiers.

But Zhou Qingfeng's ability to observe words and expressions was too outstanding, and he easily felt that the other party was not conquered by simple noodles and fried rice. Think about it, those who are high-ranking officials are definitely not that easy to deal with. What kind of delicacies have never been eaten before?

So Zhou Qingfeng said to Dou Ding: "Get our secret weapon."

"Dou Ding" quickly put on asbestos gloves and picked up a yellow mud ball that was baked from an oven. This thing was very ordinary, but it successfully attracted the attraction of the colonel. He asked, "What is this?"

Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly again: "This is a palace secret recipe that has been passed down for thousands of years. It has peerless delicacies recorded in dozens of generations of history, and a delicacy that has been popular all over the world. It is an extraordinary and extraordinary imperial treasure chicken."

Hahaha....

Zhou Qingfeng's voice was loud and loud, attracting the attention of the audience. However, the "Dou Ding" who was closest to him was silently thinking in his heart: Squad leader, although I don't understand English, is it necessary for a beggar to describe it in such a long string of words?
Chapter completed!