The fragrant and spicy potato powder spread in a foreign land for the first time, and the effect was astonishing.
Shen Daoxun, Li Chong and Li Yuanlao could not help but move closer to the pot, with a hint of greed in their eyes.
"As expected of a superior country, the food here is also so beautiful."
This statement made Chonghua and Zhang Guanhua very puzzled.
Isn't it just a piece of potato flour? How could it make three North Korean officials so excited?
How do they know how poor North Korea is?
Even for officials like Shen Daoxun and others, their daily diet is very poor.
In a short while, the potato flour is ready.
Chonghua invited: "Time is urgent, let's eat something to fill our stomachs."
Shen Daoxun swallowed and had to pretend.
"It is really our fault that we failed to arrange a feast to entertain the angels. When the angels come to Korea again in the future, I will definitely prepare delicacies of sea and land to fulfill the friendship of the landlord."
Chonghua laughed and didn't care. He personally filled the bowl with potato flour and delivered it to the three of them.
Li Yuanlao, the general, was a bit rough after all, so he immediately took a bite without waiting for the others.
"Ahem...it's delicious, so delicious! How can there be such delicious food in the world?"
It was the first time he ate chili pepper, and he was caught off guard and his whole face turned red from the heat.
But the rich aroma in his mouth still made him unable to bear it, so he took another sip.
Shen Daoxun and Li Chong looked at each other and felt embarrassed by Li Yuanlao's behavior.
However, with Li Yuanlao's experience in front of them, they were a little more cautious and did not eat in large gulps, but tasted it lightly.
However, it was no surprise that as soon as the potato powder entered the mouth, the eyes of the two people straightened.
Eating this hot and spicy food in the cold sea breeze is really a paradise for them.
The two civil servants also forgot to be reserved and moved their mouths faster every time.
Seeing that they all had eaten, Chonghua ordered: "Distribute it to these soldiers."
The soldiers of the New Army took the order and began to take action.
However, Shen Daoxun and the others were shocked.
"Angel, you must not do that."
Chonghua paused.
"What's wrong?"
Li Yuanlao pointed at the North Korean soldiers who were looking at him, and said matter-of-factly: "It's okay for these lowly people to stutter. How can they tolerate the splendor of this country?"
Zhang Guanhua's veins popped out when he heard these words.
"In Shandong, everyone is equal. From now on, the same rules will apply in the army."
Shen Daoxun and the other three were dumbfounded, and their thoughts were greatly impacted.
North Korea, like China, governs the country based on Confucianism, and the observance of superiority and inferiority is sometimes even deeper than in China.
Can humble slaves be the same as they, officials who study?
Doesn't this break the rules?
Zhang Guanhua noticed their thoughts and warned: "If you think about it carefully, life and death on the battlefield will only take a moment. Your survival depends entirely on your comrades. And these soldiers are the ones who protect your safety. Such harsh treatment How can they sacrifice their lives for you? If the army wants to win the war, sharing weal and woe is the first condition."
Shen Daoxun and the other three were speechless. After thinking about it carefully, they felt that it made sense.
Among them, Mr. Li Yuanlao was even more lost in thought.
He is a general and has been in the army for a long time.
Although he was not a talented and fierce general, he was deeply saddened by the Korean army's crotch pulling.
However, my knowledge is limited, and after repeated consideration, I still don’t know where the difference is.
After listening to what Zhang Guanhua said today, I couldn't help but have my eyes opened.
At the same time, I am even more grateful. Fortunately, I got this opportunity. Otherwise, how could I have learned such a profound art of war?
The North Korean soldiers did not think that such fragrant potato powder had their own share.
They gathered together and wondered in low voices whether there would be something to eat.
At this time, a new army sergeant, accompanied by a Korean translator, walked up to them.
"Everyone line up according to their height, and now we will distribute food to you."
When they heard that there was food, the North Korean soldiers were all in high spirits, and they lined up quickly.
This scene saw Li Yuanlao frequently looking sideways.
In the past, the soldiers in the army could not be managed so efficiently.
What's wrong?
The new sergeant distributed an iron bowl to every North Korean soldier.
The bowl is very big, almost like a human face.
The North Korean soldiers held it in their hands and found it extremely rare. Some even thought of hiding the iron bowl.
Maybe you can exchange for some money.
Finally, the words of the new sergeant came through.
"From now on, this is your rice bowl. Keep it carefully and don't damage it, otherwise you will have no food to eat."
It was about their stomachs, so the North Korean soldiers quickly put aside their fantasies and concentrated on waiting for the meal.
The sergeant led them forward, getting closer and closer to the pot of stewed potato flour, which made the soldiers couldn't help but be surprised.
Did you go wrong?
But the sergeant stood still in front of the pot and turned around and shouted: "Come forward one by one, no fighting or making any noise."
These people are really well-behaved, and they are even easier to manage than the recruits of the new army.
The first North Korean soldier's legs were trembling, and he actually walked more than ten steps from a distance of five meters. He held the iron bowl in both hands, but his eyes were fixed on the red soup in the pot.
The chef didn't care about his virtues, he just filled the bowl. In a few seconds, a big bowl was filled to the brim.
The sergeant pointed to the basin next to him and ordered: "Take the chopsticks and spoon and eat on the side."
The soldier couldn't wait for a long time. He took several sips of the soup from the bowl while running to get the spoon and chopsticks.
The unimaginable delicious food entered his stomach, and the soldier suddenly stopped and actually burst into tears.
This scene caused the sergeant to have black lines on his head and asked: "Okay, why are you crying?"
The translator quickly conveyed it.
The soldier quickly wiped away his tears and carefully placed the bowl on the ground. Then he turned around and kowtowed to the sergeant.
While kowtowing, he was babbling and talking enthusiastically about something.
The new sergeant was not very old and had never encountered this before. He couldn't help but panic and didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, the translator was still awake.
"General, he said that he has never eaten such good food in his life. It is your gift that makes him feel that death is worth it. From now on, he will work hard and will never dare to disobey your orders."
The sergeant felt sour and asked, "What is your name?"
The soldier said: "My name is Black Dog."
The sergeant's mind was filled with questions.
"What's this name? What's your last name?"
The North Korean soldier didn't think there was any problem.
"Sluts like us don't have surnames. My name is Black Dog because a black dog ran by my mother when she gave birth to me."
The soldiers and chefs from Shandong all burst into laughter.
Shen Daoxun, Li Chong and other North Korean officials were ashamed.
Only the North Korean soldiers were calm and didn't think there was anything wrong with the name.
Chonghua watched from the side and suddenly realized that there would still be a long way to go before these slaves could be trained into a combat-effective army.