There are so many people on the boat and the temptation of the big meal makes the queue a bit chaotic. Everyone squeezes towards the front - the big pot of stew is basically a first-come-first-served basis. The further you go to the back, the less you can get.
Unfortunately, when it's the pot's turn, only the dregs will be left.
"One next to another, don't crowd! Everyone has a share!" The fat cook knocked on the edge of the pot and shouted loudly to maintain order. "That bastard doesn't line up properly, so I only gave him carrots and no meat."
Although the cook's military rank is only that of a quartermaster sergeant, he is the most "powerful" person on the ship. Even the deputy captain who is the captain of the ship is very polite when talking to him. When he yells like this, the order of the team immediately improves.
Quite a few.
"Fu Ji distributes rations!" The cook pointed with a big spoon, "Don't make the mistake! Today is a special ration! Thirteen, you distribute lunch boxes!"
The soldiers received the special ration for the day from Fu Ji at the door: 50 grams of rum, a shriveled apple and a few pieces of fruit candies. The night shift staff had to wait until after work to get the rum, but they could get an extra one called Energy.
It's a great thing. It's not something that people on duty can't eat. It's said to be filled with red bean paste. The sweet smell always makes Mao Shisan secretly salivate.
Fu Ji held a measuring cup - a cup was exactly 50 grams. He released the wine from the barrel and poured it one by one into the soldiers' tin cups. Then he chanted: "No drinking during duty hours."
The soldiers stuffed the apples and candies in their pockets after receiving them. They did not drink wine and had to wait until they received the food. The lunch boxes taken out from the steaming rice cabinet were piled high, and each person took one for himself.
Thirteen then put a few salted prunes on the lids of their lunch boxes. This stuff has antibacterial, sterilizing, detoxifying, and regulating gastrointestinal effects. The citric acid and furic acid contained in it can activate metabolism, activate blood vessels, and strengthen
The functions of the liver and kidneys. Excrete lactic acid from the body and eliminate fatigue. Now it has been listed as a key food to be promoted in Lingao. It is not only widely distributed in the army and navy, but also vigorously promoted among factory workers.
The soldiers whispered to each other that the mission was completed and they could go home immediately. They held their lunch boxes and squeezed towards the window with wide eyes.
The cook's big spoon sank into the pot, scooped out a full spoonful of stew and poured it into the lunch box. Because it was a mixed stew, he would stir it first before scooping it up -
―Lest the soldiers suspect that they have suffered a loss. The Soldiers Committee is the most sensitive to food issues.
The soldiers who had received the meals each found a place to eat and drink. It was too cold on the open deck, so they ate and drank in the steerage. Each soldier was also given a small spoonful of fried peanuts as an appetizer. Those who liked wine would have a good time.
, Oscar jumped into the steerage and meowed excitedly, pacing back and forth between his legs to find bones, the boat was very lively.
The orderlies working in the small kitchen were so busy that even the cooks who usually never handled the chief's meals were also helping. They were probably too busy. The most arrogant orderly at ordinary times, Chief Xueweini's orderly, was bossing Nunu Zui: "
You, come here and get this."
Mao Shisan lowered his eyebrows and leaned over to take a look. He was shocked to see what the leader was eating: a piece of beef with no bones removed, which was not cooked through and still had blood juice. Next to it, there were a few unknown meats.
The vegetables are actually raw; there are also fried potato chips. Mao Shisan knows that they are not fresh. He has fried them in a vat a long time ago and will fry them again when needed. Isn’t this leftover food? There are some in the red soup
There were several pieces of meat with bones. Mao Shisan immediately thought, isn’t this a cow’s tail? Are you followers giving this to the god-like leader? Mao Shisan almost burst into tears thinking about it, if the angry eyes were really swords
The back of the orderly in front was already riddled with holes. Mao Shisan wanted to pick up the tray and slap the bastard on the head, but he didn't dare.
The cook brought a lid and put it on the dish: "Quick, follow me!"
The officers' dining room of the Haitian is very small and can only accommodate twelve people. The restaurant is also the combat command room and conference room on the ship.
The Navy is a service that has etiquette for farting, and the difference between officers and soldiers is the most obvious. The Haitian is a small ship, so it cannot show off when sailing at sea. After arriving at Dozhi Island, it can be done a little bit, but today it is a formal show off. On the table
There was a snow-white tablecloth, a complete set of tableware, and a porcelain vase - but there were no flowers in March in Liaodong, so it had to be left empty.
The orderlies had all put on ironed uniforms, their backs were straight, and white napkins were hung on their arms.
In addition to several elders, there were also naturalized civilian officers on the ship who were accompanying them at the dinner table. They all put on neatly pressed uniforms and sat meticulously. On the other hand, several elders were dressed more casually, and Xue Ziliang was even more casual.
Open your chest.
Because he was supporting Huang Hua, he took the seat of the guest of honor. At this moment, he was bragging about how to show his domineering power in front of Huang Taiji. When he saw Mao Shisan, who was wearing an old military uniform without a military rank, he came in and couldn't help but be stunned: "Who is this?
?”
"The way he was rescued during the survey in Lushun fell down, and he was kept in the cabin for several days, so you haven't seen him." Xue Ziliang said carelessly: "We will let him go ashore when we return to Lingao."
Only a sound of porcupine was heard, but Mao Shisan knelt down and chewed his head like garlic: "Chief, don't drive me off the boat. I am willing to work hard for the chief for the rest of my life. I just ask the chief not to drive me off the boat."
"
The orderly who had lost face was so angry that he kicked Mao Shisan, who was in a puddle of mud, and tried to pull him up. Huang Hua stretched out his hand to stop the orderly: "This is a native of Liaodong, how about leaving Pooh to me?"
"No, the Foreign Intelligence Service has already stipulated that intelligence agents assigned abroad must undergo purification and training."
"The temperament of a trained intelligence agent is different. It's easy to identify a thoughtful native, and I don't necessarily want him to be an intelligence agent."
"Okay, even so, I still need to go through the formalities at the Jeju Island Reception and Distribution Center."
Mao Shisan, who was already immersed in fear, did not hear the conversation of the elders at all. He was completely immersed in the fear of waking up from a dream. He always thought that being on the Haitian No. was a dream, and he was afraid that when he woke up, he would return to the drafty hut.
Now I suddenly realize that life is real on the boat, and dreams and the most terrifying nightmare are under the boat.
Mao Shisan was dragged out in a daze, and everyone in the officers' mess began to eat. Except for Xue Ziliang, who had a steak set to himself, everyone else ate Chinese and Western dishes: they were divided into meals.
Huang Hua ate beef fried rice noodles, and the beef from Lao Gengniu was very old. Fortunately, the cook had the cheating tool of baking soda, which made it at least edible. He also added some mung bean sprouts and fresh garlic leaves grown on the boat.
"What are you eating?" He looked at the plate of something that looked suspiciously like raw meat in front of Xue Ziliang.
"Steak. T-bone."
"I know it's steak, but how mature are you? I think it's definitely not 30%, it's hard to say even 10%..."
Xue Ziliang laughed:
"Put it on the griddle and cook it for ten seconds on the front side and ten seconds on the back side. Only in this way can you really taste the tenderness of the beef. Three degrees is too cooked."
When he cut it with the knife, he saw a stream of blood flowing out, as if the cow that provided the piece of meat had just been stabbed. Chief Xue frowned: he cut it too hastily.
He picked up the barbecue sauce jar next to him and took a big spoonful, smearing the reddish-brown sauce on the meat wantonly, as if the cow had fallen into a pool of its own blood, and the blood was mixed with soil and smeared all over the body.
Xue Ziliang forked the cut meat with satisfaction, and saw the reddish-brown pale meat slowly rising up, past the thick chest hair in front of Xue Weini's open clothes, and going straight to Chief Xue's big mouth. Finally, the meat disappeared between the teeth and
Between the tongues - his lips mercifully closed, so that the audience did not have to witness the last moment of the tragic fate of the piece of meat.
Chief Huang, who was dining nearby, witnessed all this. He cleverly turned his eyes away, suppressing the urge to feel nauseated while trying to appear less rude.
However, the meat of this steak was obviously too old. Even with the double treatment of mallet and baking soda, Xue Ziliang had to move his cheeks many times before swallowing it.
"This cow is really old and virtuous." Wang Ruixiang took a bite of his oyster sauce beef slices and couldn't help complaining.
Several people chatted while eating. The naturalized civilian officers were very knowledgeable and left the table one after another after eating to a certain extent. Everyone knew that the chiefs would discuss confidential issues next.
Huang Hua waited until all the naturalized civilian officers and servicemen had withdrawn, then he took out a small notebook from his side and began to talk about the specific process and gains of this trip to Shenyang. This was not only a "briefing meeting", but also an informal report.
Nature. The three-person team on board the Haitian will make a formal report based on this.
"Is it necessary to set up a commercial center in Shenyang?" Although the establishment of a commercial center was in the original plan, Xue Ziliang couldn't help but raise questions. He looked at the problem purely from a military perspective. Once a commercial store was established in Shenyang,
The special reconnaissance team is bound to make a defense and retreat plan again. This is another burden for the special reconnaissance headquarters with increasingly heavy tasks. If Huang Hua stays there by himself, the responsibility will become particularly heavy.
"With the trade center, we can always keep abreast of the Tatar trends, and it will be a frontier stronghold in the future." Huang Hua said, "Only after I visited this time did I realize how difficult Houjin is in the national economy. They are really poor.
Crazy. As soon as trade develops, in order to obtain more trade goods, they will desperately break through the customs and contain the Ming Dynasty. Not only will we benefit, but the peasant rebels will also benefit. The Ming Dynasty fights on two fronts in the north.
No matter what, we don’t care about what we are doing in Guangdong and Guangxi.”
"I mean, if there are elders stationed in the business hall, the risk is too great." Xue Ziliang picked up the French fries and started chewing. "What if the barbarian's brain short-circuits?"