After Yan Fenghuo left the Blood Fox Brigade, he was transferred to this armed police force and stayed in a mobile squadron to serve as a glorious cooking squad soldier.
Get up at four o'clock in the morning every day, wash your face casually, hold a cigarette in your mouth and rush to the cooking team's operation room to make noodles and steamed buns to prepare breakfast for the team. When the soldiers have finished eating, he yawns lazily and goes back to make up for it.
I would go to bed and make lunch at ten o'clock in the morning. After finishing lunch, I would go back and take a nap. In the afternoon, I would run out to buy fresh milk and groceries if I needed to. I would be nourished and comfortable all day long.
This morning, as usual, Yan Fenghuo came to the cooking team operation room with a cigarette in his mouth and shouted: "Mistress, foot-washing water."
"Hey, squad leader Yan, the water is here." A superior soldier who arrived first quickly brought a basin of hot water over and asked Yan Fenghuo to soak his feet.
This is the first thing Yan Fenghuo does when he comes to the cooking class every day. He must not miss this link, otherwise he will not be able to know the taste of the steamed buns.
"Noodles." Yan Fenghuo pointed to a big basin while smoking a cigarette.
"Okay!" The third-class soldier carried a bag of flour and poured more than half of it into it.
After pouring it in, he obediently added water without Yan Fenghuo's instructions.
After all this was done, Yan Fenghuo clasped a foot, put it in front of his nose and smelled it vigorously. He nodded with satisfaction, stepped directly into the basin, and began to knead the noodles with his feet.
"Squad leader Yan, since you keep kneading the noodles with your feet, the soldiers in our squadron say that the quality of the steamed buns has improved several levels. Not only does it taste extra chewy, but it has also become whiter than before, hehe."
The skinny first-class soldier's mistress was full of intelligence and praised Yan Fenghuo and the steamed buns they served for being very delicious.
"Nonsense, can't it be delicious?" Yan Fenghuo took a deep drag on the cigarette, while stepping on the basin, he said deeply: "You know, the truth will always be in the hands of a few people. The noodles that can be done with hands are far inferior.
I use my feet to make dough, because I can fully integrate every bit of strength from my feet into every inch of flour. Only when the strength is evenly distributed in the flour can each piece of dough be strong and elastic, and the best steamed dough can be made.
The steamed buns. In addition, there is a different kind of flavor, and that is the flavor of my Yan Fenghuo."
"Bah bang bang..." Xiao Sanzi clapped his hands and cheered for Yan Fenghuo.
"Damn it, you kid, please don't spread the word about this, otherwise it will be very difficult for me. Damn it, you have to steam hundreds of steamed buns every day, even if you buy a cow." Yan Fenghuo added another cigarette,
Staring at the starlight coming from the window, he said in a deep voice: "I remember that I was a real sweet potato back then. Did the Marine Corps know that? They cried and shouted to let me stay, and they directly wanted to promote me; did the Southwest Lute know? Then
The captain held my thigh and beat me to death. He insisted on letting me have sex with him. He said that he wanted to get his wife and sister to be my wife and my brother-in-law..."
After saying this, Yan Fenghuo paused for a moment, stretched out his hands and gestured: "His wife and sister are absolutely the best in the world. They should be as bulgy as they should be. Do you know what your name is Jianjiao Mimi?"
The mistress shook her head and said she didn't know.
"The so-called sharp pepper breasts are breasts that look like sharp peppers. Tsk tsk, both in terms of feel and aesthetics, they are absolutely first-rate."
"My breasts have grown to the size of a pepper..." Mistress scratched her head and said, "It's quite ugly. I think the bigger the secret, the better it looks."
"You know what the heck!" Yan Fenghuo hit the mistress hard on the head and said angrily: "You've been with me for so long, why do we only have such a little aesthetic sense? Let me ask you, I'll give you a fried pineapple.
Eggs and green pepper scrambled eggs, which one do you choose to eat?"
"Of course I eat scrambled eggs with green peppers. How about eating scrambled eggs with pineapple?"
"Isn't that right?" Yan Fenghuo smiled: "This proves that in your heart you prefer pepper-shaped breasts to pineapple-shaped breasts. Subconscious, subconscious, only what is shown by the subconscious is your true self.
required.”
The junior officer rubbed his head and had no doubts about Yan Fenghuo's theory. He was full of admiration for this first-class non-commissioned officer who had just been here for two months. On the first day he arrived, he beat the cooking squad leader severely at the squad meeting. He was stunned.
It's nothing. It's so awesome that I can't say anything.
The most important thing is to be able to brag. You can’t brag so hard that it’s just like the truth.
With a "clang", the door of the operation room was pushed open, and squadron leader Sun Hao walked in anxiously.
"Yan Fenghuo, add more steamed buns for a hundred people."
As soon as he said this, Sun Hao was stunned and pointed at Yan Fenghuo, who was kneading his face with his feet. His face was surprised and then became angry.
"Who asked you to use your feet to knead noodles, how can you let others eat it!" Sun Hao jumped up and cursed.
"Didn't you praise how delicious my steamed buns are?" Yan Fenghuo said with an innocent face: "If I can live up to your praise, why should I use my feet?"
"Are you still reasonable?!" Sun Hao stepped forward to kick Yan Fenghuo.
"Don't move!" Yan Fenghuo scolded Sun Hao and said calmly: "If you dare to kick me, I will immediately go to the detachment to sue you for beating, scolding and corporal punishment. I dare not say anything else. I will ask you to write twenty or thirty pages for examination.
It is still okay to conduct a review at a military meeting."
Hearing this, Sun Hao became anxious and couldn't save his face at all. His dignified squadron leader was actually threatened by a non-commissioned officer. If this was to be spread, how could he lose face?
"Hehe," Yan Fenghuo laughed suddenly, handed over a cigarette and said, "Captain, what are you so angry about? I just knead the noodles with my feet, right? How about I feed you kneaded noodles with my hands in the future? I, Yan Fenghuo, am so angry.
He is also a well-known person. During Hell Week, who could not respectfully call me Brother Yan? I am not bragging. You are the company-level squadron leader. Those who are in the battalion have to call me Yan.
elder brother."
"Blow, keep blowing, blow hard!" Sun Hao took the cigarette bitterly, pointed at Yan Fenghuo and said: "I don't care how you make the noodles, anyway, you can prepare an extra meal for a hundred people before the meal starts, and you can still
I have to make a small stove, is there any problem?"
"It's a big problem..." Yan Fenghuo scratched his head and wondered: "You have to ask the squad leader of our cooking class for this. Who am I? I am just a big soldier. You can't forget about yourself and put the responsibility on your head, right? Every squad leader has
We have a job allowance of 100 yuan a month, but we don’t have it. As the saying goes, money can make the world go round...wrong, it’s about eating the emperor’s salary and being loyal to the emperor..."
Seeing Yan Fenghuo, the leader of the army, pushing back and forth, Sun Hao became completely angry. He pointed at Yan Fenghuo's nose and cursed: "Damn it, the cooking class has made you comfortable, hasn't it? I will transfer you to the combat class today. Now,
! Immediately! Immediately!”
"Don't bother..." Yan Fenghuo said with a bitter look on his face: "My training level is too high. I'm afraid that when I get to the training ground, all the officers and soldiers in the squadron will feel inferior. This is definitely not to promote training, but to
De-motivate as much as possible.”
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Sun Hao rolled three times in a row, pulled Yan Fenghuo out of the basin and shouted: "Enter the combat class for me, to the first class!!!"
The mistress next to me saw the squadron leader getting so angry for the first time. She huddled next to her and didn't dare to move. She thought to herself: Lao Yan, Lao Yan, if you keep bragging every day, no one can save you now.
Seeing Sun Hao's angry look, Yan Fenghuo smiled, quickly washed his feet, put on his shoes and ran to the first class to report with the smell of a cooking class.
Squadron leader Sun Hao is going crazy. He hates guanxi soldiers the most, and this Yan Fenghuo is a guanxi soldier. Although he doesn’t know who is the guanxi soldier, the guanxi seems to be quite big. Damn it, if you have a guanxi soldier, you will be awesome?
Once you have a relationship, you can talk about everything big or small all day long?
One word, lack of practice!
At six o'clock in the morning, the squadron went out for morning exercises on time, a three-kilometer long run, which was different from before. In the past, it was a five-kilometer armed cross-country, but today it was easier.
The first squad leader is a dark and thin first-class non-commissioned officer. He is a soldier of the same age as Yan Fenghuo. His name is Xu Hanyang, a native of Shaanxi. He is top-notch in all military skills. He once won an individual third place in the military competition of the corps and became famous.
He is a training madman. As long as his face turns black, then you are waiting to be drilled. He is just a typical starving student who likes to eat meat. He often goes to Yan Fenghuo's place to play in the autumn breeze during training breaks.
"One, two, three, four!"
"One, two, three, four!"
"..."
The serial number sounded one after another, and the squadron walked out of the barracks and went out for a run.
The squadron is located on the outskirts of the city. There is an orchard outside the door, and a lush hill behind it. The orchard belongs to an old farmer, and the hill belongs to the public. Anyway, they will conduct training on the hill when they go out.
"I'm talking about Lao Yan," Xu Hanyang, who was leading the team, fell to the end. He looked at Yan Fenghuo pitifully while running forward and said, "Forget it if you can't run anymore. Just stay here and smoke a cigarette and wait for the team to come back."
, you feel bad just looking at your old arms and legs."
"Get the hell out of you," Yan Fenghuo laughed and scolded, "I think you are afraid that I will get out of the cooking class and no one will make meat for you anymore."
"Hahaha, how could that be possible? I am absolutely sure that you will not feel comfortable in my hands. We are all soldiers of the same age, so it's really embarrassing." Xu Hanyang laughed and asked in a low voice: "How did you give up the squadron leader?"
Offended?"
"Who offended him? He is obviously petty, okay?" Yan Fenghuo rolled his eyes and said, "I said that when I was in Hell Week, all the regular officers in the battalion had to respectfully call me Brother Yan, and then he would
I have sent you to your place."
"Damn! You really can brag! Why don't you brag that your father-in-law is a general!"
"Is there any need to brag?" Yan Fenghuo widened his eyes and said, "My father-in-law is a general!"
"..."
Xu Hanyang really didn't know what to say to Yan Fenghuo. This boy's bragging was really good, but sometimes he was too unreasonable. He was actually a nice person, he laughed all day long and could hang out with anyone.
"Yangzi, didn't you all use armed cross-country in the past? Why did you run three kilometers with bare hands today?" Yan Fenghuo asked curiously.
"This is called moving the body to conserve energy. I'm telling you, I'm going to let you see a big scene today." Xu Hanyang clenched his fists loudly and said with bright eyes: "A squadron of the mobile brigade of the corps has just completed its training.
, we passed by our squadron, had a meal, and then competed in martial arts. Those grandsons have always had eyes on the top of their heads, and I am going to frustrate their spirit today."
"What does the General Mobile Brigade do? Is it the same as our squadron?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"Theoretically, they are almost the same. They are all classified as special service, but their level is higher than ours. Our equipment is all distributed by the detachment, and their training support is directly distributed by the main team. Do you understand?"
"I thought they were special forces." Yan Fenghuo shook his head disdainfully.
"Hey, what do you know?" Xu Hanyang pointed to the armband on his shoulder and said: "We are the special forces of the armed police, and the anti-terrorism department has launched an anti-drug investigation. Anyway, you don't understand even if I tell you, just like me, with
The special forces are no different."
Yan Fenghuo smiled and said nothing. Although this mobile squadron is not a special force, its training is not weak at all. If their functional tasks are more single and their weapons and equipment are more advanced and complete, they will definitely be a team with super combat effectiveness.
force.
The quality of individual soldiers is very strong, but it is more reflected in physical fitness, but the tactics are very poor...