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The veteran was smoking a cigarette, and Liu Yi sat next to him, his right hand constantly gesticulating in the air.
I always want to capture the movement characteristics of veterans and sum it up in words, but after thinking about it for a long time, I just can¡¯t sum it up.
In fact, the veteran's action of cutting steamed buns can be described simply as "what can make perfect", which makes sense.
But in Liu Yi¡¯s eyes, he just felt that there was kung fu in it, and it was very profound kung fu.
It is not something mysterious and mysterious in martial arts novels, but real kung fu that can be seen and touched.
The surprise on the veteran's face had long been put away, and he sat there smoking a cigarette.
Although he looked careless, he always glanced at the sky from the corner of his eyes, and Liu Yi kept gesticulating with his right hand.
A group of boys in the cooking class also glanced at Liu Yi from time to time. When exchanging glances, some secretly curled their lips, while others wrinkled their noses and blinked.
In their view, Liu Yi is a flatterer.
??????????????????? I just arrived at the cooking class, and before I even reported it, I just started flattering the veteran.
At the same time, they were secretly laughing at Liu Yi, because the veteran was in the kitchen and didn't care about anything other than making steamed buns.
It is completely useless to flatter him.
?????????????????? But I¡¯m pretty good at flattering, and I¡¯m so surprised that I describe all the skills of making steamed buns as kung fu, and I do it in a decent way.
¡°If everyone hadn¡¯t been accustomed to the veteran¡¯s craftsmanship, they would have been fooled.
The squad leader and the chief of staff have gone out to do errands, and the first-class non-commissioned officers are in charge of the affairs in the kitchen.
Seeing several boys making faces and winking, he coughed lightly in a calm voice.
After attracting attention, the first-class sergeant calmly told the boys to do what they should do and not to fool around with them.
It¡¯s not clear who has the lowest qualifications in the kitchen, but the first-class sergeant knows. Although the veteran doesn't care about anything all day long, his relationship with the chief of staff is very strong.
If someone offends him, a small word behind his back will be enough for you. And the new private is obviously from the elite team.
He even went to watch the game against Mushanhu.
It is not uncommon for members of the special operations brigade to make mistakes and be sent to the cooking class to reflect.
The boy in front of me is probably the same. He will stay for two days, and when the captain's anger subsides, he will naturally go back to where he came from.
How dare you, a bunch of cooks like me, laugh at others?
The gang of boys in the cooking squad are not as numerous as the first-class sergeant thought. But seeing his droopy face, no one dared to wink.
Each one of them quickly lowered their heads and concentrated on the work at hand.
When the standard meal of four dishes and one soup was gradually being cooked, the steamer sounded a prompt to jump to the keep warm setting.
"Go ahead, take two and try them." The veteran pointed at the steamer.
"Have to~"
Liu Yi was indeed hungry, so he stood up and opened the steamer door, found a clean drawer cloth, weighed his hands, and took out two yellowish-skinned soda-alkali steamed buns from the steamer.
Not afraid of being burned, I took the steamed bun in my hand, blew on it twice, opened my mouth and nibbled on it.
The steamed buns are the fluffiest when they come out of the pan, and when you bite into them, they are boiling. In the hot steam, your mouth is filled with a light alkaline aroma.
"It's delicious!" Liu Yi took a breath of cold air and praised it solidly.
This is not flattery, I drank a lot of wine the night before and didn't eat breakfast. Liu Yi, who was hungry in front of his heart but in the back of his mind, felt sour in his stomach.
After swallowing a mouthful of alkaline steamed buns, the feeling of comfortable ironing is simply indescribable.
He endured the heat and threw a steamed bun into his stomach in a few mouthfuls. Only then did Liu Yi free up his mouth.
In the name of discussion, he said to the veteran: "Squad leader, can you teach me your knife skills?"
"You also want to learn the art of making steamed buns?" the veteran asked sideways.
"Sure, as long as I can learn your skills, I can do anything." Liu Yi played a trick.
The veteran laughed, picked up a cigarette again and lit it.
Exhaling smoke, he said: "Even though my craft is inconspicuous, it is not easy to learn."
"No problem, I promise to study hard!" Liu Yi didn't expect to become a disciple. It was so simple and he couldn't control the surprise on his face.
¡°You said it, I¡¯ll teach you some basics later and see how your understanding is.¡± The veteran said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Okay!" Liu YiMy heart felt hot, and I was afraid that the veteran would regret it, so I stuffed the steamed bun in my hand into my mouth.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A third of the steamed bun was in my mouth. I couldn¡¯t swallow it and couldn¡¯t spit it out, so I had to keep inhaling to cool down.
That silly look made the boys in the kitchen laugh uncontrollably.
The first-level sergeant wanted to give him a few words of training, but when he saw Liu Yi's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh.
I heard a pre-dinner song playing outside. I quickly straightened my expression and shouted solemnly: "Okay, okay, hurry up, start taking action!"
The rules of the special operations brigade are very strict. Although the logistics cadres do not sing before meals, when the soldiers line up, they all have to wait at the back of the line.
After the soldiers finished singing a song before meals, they could enter the dining hall.
When a group of leading soldiers heard the veteran's greeting, they didn't even bother to laugh. Those who carried the vegetable basins carried the vegetable basins, and those who carried the rice carried the rice.
Busy and orderly, the steaming meals are delivered to the restaurant in front.
After the kitchen quieted down, the veteran stood up with his right hand on his knees and dusted off the flour on his pants.
When walking towards the back door, he said: "Let's go to the backyard."
Liu Yi didn¡¯t know why he was going to the backyard, but he still had to follow him like a dog-legger.
The backyard of the cooking class is not very big. On the left is the platform of the water pressure well, and on the right is the tool room.
Directly opposite the back door is the woodshed, where the dried wood is cut into long and consistent lengths.
According to different thicknesses, stacks of firewood are placed along the back wall to make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel extremely comfortable.
Kitchens are now equipped with gas and electric kitchen utensils, but gas is tight in the southwest, and it is common to be without gas for several days.
The brigade is located in a remote location, and power outages occur frequently.
Therefore, although the firewood stove cannot be used every day, from time to time, it has to take on the responsibility of saving the day.
Once the firewood stove appears, firewood is naturally indispensable.
The veteran walked into the woodshed unhurriedly and pulled out two wooden piers, one tall and one short, from the corner.
The tall ones are placed in front of you, and the short ones sit under your buttocks. He took out a half-thick but not thin stick from the firewood pile and stood it on the big wooden pier.
The next second, the military thorn of the Bayi Bar appeared in his hand.
"Look at it!" The veteran said while the dagger in his hand was already drawn.
Liu Yi had just focused his attention, and the wooden stick that had been standing on the pier for half a second had already been split into two.
The veteran stretched out his hand to pick up the pieces of wood that had fallen on both sides of the pier, put them together along the flat incision, and stood on the pier again.
After the cold light of the dagger struck again, the wooden stick had turned into four even petals.
"Just do it like this~" the veteran said lightly and stood up.
He glanced at Liu Yi and asked, "Do you have a knife?"
"Ah? Ah, yes!" Liu Yi responded and took out the military dagger left by the old squad leader from his waist. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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