"You smell good, you smell good! Leave some for me, why did you put it all into the bowl!?"
"Eat slowly, I told you to slow down, slow down."
The vast majority of people in this world can chew their food carefully, but a small number of people can't. It's the kind of people who can't do it for professional reasons. This group of people who are soldiers are one of them.
For soldiers, eating most of the time is not a time to taste delicious food and enjoy life, but to replenish the body's energy needs and restore one's condition so that he can devote himself to the next upcoming battle.
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Eating is even a weakness for this group of people many times, a weakness that cannot be inked for too long, let alone exposed for too long.
If the enemy seizes this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, one or two of the big soldiers who are queuing up to receive meals or gathering together to chat and eat may be blown into the sky.
Because of this, eating quickly rather than chewing carefully has become a norm for those who have survived long enough on the battlefield.
The same is true for Malashenko's No. 177 train crew. Even if they are not in combat mode, they can sit down and sit quietly, eat two mouthfuls of food and drink two sips of wine. But the speed at which these two people eat is still
It's as if there's a Tyrannosaurus Rex behind your butt.
The fact that the food on the table is really delicious is certainly one of the reasons, but more of it is because of the habit they have already formed. It is not easy for them to deliberately slow down their eating speed.
"Huh~ Who would have thought of this? A pot of potatoes and vegetables stewed with some meat, some noodles, and some soup, damn! I feel like I can eat three more bowls
!No joke!"
"Three bowls of shit! You've already eaten two bowls, what are we going to eat if you have three more bowls? You made a mistake, cool down."
The "greedy" Iushkin was still quarreling with Artyom who was "protecting the food" on the side. Malashenko himself came hungry until he finished eating the food in the bowl in his hand.
He shouted happily and put down his bowl and chopsticks temporarily.
"Huh! So cool! Hiccup - damn, this is a bit sweet, I need to take a sip."
Malashenko, who had just put down his bowl and chopsticks, began to burp without even having time to wipe the corners of his mouth with oil. He grabbed the wine bowl at hand and raised his head. Without saying a word, he drank it in one gulp.
, drank it all.
To say that this good thing was found in the German officers' club, it is really a bit different.
This authentic dark beer gave Malashenko the feeling of being very rich and mellow, without any industrial taste. He just felt that his taste buds seemed to be tumbling in the ocean waves of beer, with each wave getting better than the last, and the aftertaste lingering for a long time.
For Malashenko, who is accustomed to drinking later industrial beers, this is as pleasant and surprising as discovering a paradise.
"Good stuff, not bad! Really good stuff! The Germans are much better at making beer than they are at making their expensive tractors."
Seeing how good Malashenko was drinking, he kept praising him. The brothers who were busy stuffing food into their mouths also imitated the same example. They all grabbed the wine bowls at hand and poured it into their throats.
"Um!?"
"Huha——"
"I said, it's really delicious, huh?"
"Well, it's not bad. It's much better than the horse urine I found in the beer hall in East Prussia before. It seems that the Germans' wine is divided into high and low. What the bosses drink is what the soldiers below drink.
It’s not a thing at all.”
The first round of eating and drinking with beef was pretty much done. Malashenko, who was probably going to chat and eat, then took the initiative to reach out and pull the bacon plate on the side to the brothers, and put it on the table.
The small kerosene lamp used for lighting was illuminated by a small kerosene lamp that was not too bright, and he opened the door immediately.
"Come on, try this. The food and wine are all delicious. It's much better than chewing the lard."
Malashenko has never been too fond of the "Salo" thing. How could a person who traveled from the future world be used to chewing lard? How could Iushkin, this kid, not even look fat at all?
There are signs, but his enthusiasm for Salo is almost to the point of obsession. I don’t know where the fat meat that this kid swallowed up and his mouth filled with oil went.
Rather than chewing salou raw like Iushkin, Malashenko still prefers to eat his hometown-style snacks with wine. Even if there are no peanuts, a plate of bacon with wine is better than chewing a mouth full of fat.
Salou is stronger.
Malashenko, who had just pulled the plate in front of the brothers, did his part and took the brunt of it, grabbed a piece of sliced bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.
All of a sudden, this tough but not tough meat is quite chewy, with a mellow taste that is three-quarters of the flavor, and there are large pieces of fat and thin meat, which is just the right amount of thick meat to satisfy.
For a moment, Malashenko felt like he was about to cry.
This is the taste, this local taste!
How long have you been wandering alone in this other world? During the days when you were either doing the Sui De Gun or on the way to the Sui De Gun, how many days did you dream of having a meal like this in your hometown?
There is nothing more to ask for than food.
Looking at the vivid expression of "immersed in selflessness and intoxicated" on the face of Malashenko who was chewing meat, Iushkin and others who looked at each other really couldn't imagine what kind of delicacies in the world can be eaten.
People are fed like this.
Fortunately, the opportunity is right in front of me. This time I can seek the answer with my own words.
"Try it, taste it all."
Pieces of thick meat were stuffed into the mouth with bare hands. This group of veterans who "don't care about life and death and do it if you don't accept it" never thought about table manners. As long as the food can be eaten into the mouth, the process does not matter.
important.
But as soon as the bacon was eaten, the expressions of the Iushkin brothers were not as exaggerated as their comrade commander, but they did have "unbelievable" written all over their faces.
"I I don't know how to describe it, but"
"Suka! How is this meat made? How does it get more flavorful the more you chew it???"
"It's delicious! It's really delicious! I'm not telling you, Iushkin, this thing is really much more delicious than the stuff you talk about all day long."
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At this point, even Iushkin, who played "Salou" well, had to admit one thing
But before admitting that matter, Iushkin had another thing to do first, which Iushkin could not afford to delay at the moment.
"We'll talk later. Let me put two more pieces of Xianpin in my mouth."