Chapter 2659 Stewed German Sticks in Braised Sauce!?
Chapter 2659 Braised German Sticks!?
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2659 Braised German Sticks!?
"Iushkin! Come and serve the food!"
Malashenko's loud voice can scare the timid Germans to the point where they urinate on the spot. When he shouts this voice, Iushkin is so stunned that he loses his breath and is stepped on by the soles of his feet.
The whole person trembled on the spot as if there was a switch.
"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!"
Artyom is actually quite right. This kid Iushkin is now in a state of committing crimes and meritorious service. This is not only what Artem says, but Iushkin himself also knows it.
Now that Malashenko is yelling like this, if Iushkin doesn't want to get something on his butt later, he will naturally have to rush over.
There are no waiters to serve food in this old and small Chinese restaurant. If you want to eat, you not only have to bring the ingredients and cook it yourself, but you also have to do the serving process yourself.
However, at this time, Iushkin, who was running around in a hurry, had not yet thought about what delicious food Comrade Commander had cooked.
It wasn't until a moment later that Iushkin returned to the front hall carrying the fragrant bowl of the sea. The rich aroma emanating from the steaming bowl of sea made the cold and lonely little restaurant suddenly feel like it was empty.
It is as if it has been injected with life, exuding strong vitality.
"Smell - what does this smell like? It smells so good!"
"Holy crap! What's in this? Why have I never smelled anything so fragrant?"
"Oh, Comrade Lenin, I swear I'm starving to death right now! Bring it up quickly, Iushkin."
When the three brothers sitting at the table smelled the rich and tangy aroma, they all moved their index fingers like hungry wolves who had not eaten meat for half a month when they saw the fresh meat. The way they smashed their mouths almost made their mouths water.
Came down.
"You're starving to death? Who can believe it~ You were the one who ate the most at dinner. You actually ate half a pot of beans and pork stew, and you even had to eat two big pieces of bread by yourself. Now you're saying you're starving to death? You're right?
Isn’t it possible to compress the rice bucket?”
Although he muttered the words in reply, the movements of his hands were not careless at all.
Before Iushkin finished speaking, he just put the sea bowl in his hand on the table. The strong and rich aroma hit his nostrils, just like BT5 transformed into IS7. Because of the closer relationship, it instantly became stronger.
Incomparably, it went straight to the forehead.
After placing it so close in front of me and taking a closer look, Seryosha and Artyom, who had already gathered around the table, glanced in and realized that the contents of this big bowl were unprecedented.
See.
"What the hell is this? Just a pot of random stew?"
"I'm not sure. Let alone eating it, I've never heard of such a thing. Do you know that, Seryosha?"
"Ah? Me? I don't know. We Ukrainians don't eat such things. Besides, aren't you from Ukraine like me? Do you still know what we usually eat in our hometown?"
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Sergey, Artyom, and Seryosha were staring at each other around the big bowl of ocean. You looked at me and I looked at you. No one knew that this fragrant and steaming thing was in front of them.
What was the name of the child? Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Iushkin who brought this thing up.
"Hey, what's the name of this thing? Didn't Comrade Commander tell you?"
"That's it, talk to the brothers quickly, don't get carried away."
Comrade Commander, who is cooking, has not even served the food yet. Everyone knows that it is not appropriate for the brothers who are just sitting back and enjoying the meal to eat first.
Since it can't be started for the time being, let's first figure out what this ridiculously fragrant thing in front of us is called. Everyone's eyes were all fixed on Iushkin.
"Ah uh, this, this"
If I brought this thing back with my own hands and said that I didn't know what it was called, it would be a bit embarrassing. Iushkin, who always had a good face, didn't want to admit that he really didn't know.
But you know, Iushkin really can't come up with a decent name.
I heard that all the names of Chinese dishes are very strange, such as braised, stir-fried, steamed and so on. Iush Jinguang, who used to chat with his political commissar comrades when he had nothing to do, was confused by these names.
How can I write it down accurately, let alone have a detailed understanding of the pedigree and varieties of Chinese food?
However, this does not prevent Comrade Iushkin from showing off. Now that he is in this position, it would be unreasonable not to show off.
"I said, you kid, you don't know, right? This is what you served and you don't even know what it's called. What did you do on this trip?"
Iushkin, who was already good-looking, was so provoked by Artyom. He was still a little hesitant about what he said, but he just spit it out without thinking about it, pretending to be a coward before talking about it.
"What are you talking about? How is that possible? Comrade Commander and I have such a good relationship, he just told me what this dish is called."
"Huh? Really? Then you should tell me quickly, my brothers' ears are all pricked up."
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The feeling of being stared at by three pairs of eyes at the same time was really not good. The face-saving Iushkin asked himself that he must not give in at this time, and he must not give in. Otherwise, how can he survive in the world of leaders in the future? Does he still need this reputation?
La?
"Okay, just say it, it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Listen carefully, I will only say this name once."
Looking at Iushkin's pretending to be mysterious, one by one, the curiosity of the three people was really aroused. They didn't bother to scold him for deliberately showing off. They just poked their heads forward and straightened their heads.
He raised his neck and pricked up his ears, waiting for Iushkin to reveal the answer.
"The name of this dish was given by the commander of the train. It has Chinese characteristics. It's called braised German sticks!"
“Braised braised German sticks!?”
Everyone was shocked when they heard this and fell silent. Without saying a word, you looked at me and I looked at you, trying to find some answer from each other's faces, expressions and eyes. What followed closely was the seriousness.
Suspicious complaints.
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"Damn it, are you talking nonsense? This name was given by Comrade Commander, why don't I believe it? It sounds like the name randomly chosen by a drunk Suka Er."
"Ha, I can't care about that. If you want to hear the name, then I'll tell you. As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
Iushkin still had a look of disdain on his face. Believe it or not, he crossed his arms and put on a posture of "whatever I say".
However, he didn't notice that the three people at the table in front of him had stopped talking in unison, and even wanted to laugh a little. He didn't expect that he would be hit on the back of the head bitterly.
"Braised stewed German sticks!? I'll braise you, Uncle Suka! Get lost!"