Chapter 86 Stewed Pork Noodles on the Battlefield (for Brother Nanshan 2/3)
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the replenishment camp took a short rest and started to work again.
Fortunately, such a busy situation did not mean that something happened at the main front line position, requiring them to go up and lift those bloody soldiers down.
In fact, about 20 minutes earlier.
Xiu's fierce fighting continued at the main position, and the intensity gradually eased. It seemed that after several days of continuous fierce fighting, the Japanese were tired and needed to stop and rest.
Of course, Hu Biao, who had long known that the battle situation would change drastically today, did not dare to be careless.
In addition to distributing all the weapons he received in advance, Hu Biao also distributed some of the iron barrels used for firing heartless cannons.
As well as some other DIY weapons that others could not understand, they took advantage of the previous opportunity and sent them to the battlefield one by one in advance.
I found some places that were barely safe and placed them.
At this point in time, Hu Biao ordered everyone to prepare dinner; the plan was to have a full meal early and face the unexpected event that would happen at some time.
Then, the problem comes.
"Lao Hu, what should I do with all this pork? There are people from all over the world here in our supplementary camp. Some like spicy food, and some can't even eat a bite. What kind of taste does it have?"
Pointing at a big fat pig that had been cleaned up long ago, Qingtian, the absolute chef in the team, asked like this.
Among the supplies delivered today, in addition to weapons, ammunition and property, there were also three processed fat pigs; after sending one to the 11th Division and the 67th Division respectively, Hu Biao and the others still kept one for themselves.
It was because of Hu Biao's approach that their supplementary camp obviously received some attention today.
Otherwise, if they still want to leisurely discuss what to eat at night, the numerous tasks on the battlefield will be so busy that they will not even have time to talk.
And when I heard Chef Qingtian, he said this.
Hu Biao finally figured out that his current team actually has a bit of a flavor from all over the world.
Although the size of the team is a bit smaller, from the time I was a child to the class cadres in Dalian, I haven't been a prostitute. Thinking about it, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
As for the solution, Hu Biao came up with it very easily.
He put his hands on his waist and made arrangements with a hint of the temperament of a leading cadre:
"Taste matters are easy to deal with! How many brothers in the team are not from the Northeast? Just stew a few large pots of pork stewed vermicelli. Even brothers from other places have the same habit of eating it."
However, facing Hu Biao's idea, Qingtian, a cook, was not happy.
He opened his mouth and started to fight, but there was nothing he could do! Because of some historical issues, Hu Biao, a trainee commander who rushed to the street, almost always carried out some serious orders without compromise.
But once it comes to small things in life, everyone in the team starts talking nonsense.
"I want to return pork stewed vermicelli, why don't I just get you a butchered vegetable? Do you know how many ingredients are needed for pork stewed vermicelli? You already have pork and salt, vermicelli, Chinese cabbage, onion, ginger, garlic, star anise, cinnamon, and
Other condiments.
Besides, it takes at least three large pots to stew this pig, and even the simplest firewood is not enough."
Damn it! A southerner like Hu Biao really doesn’t know that a pork stewed vermicelli has so many exquisite details.
Qingtian, your grandson, doesn't mean to complicate a simple question on purpose, right?
Fortunately, Hu Biao's suggestion of a big dish such as pork stewed vermicelli opened the door to the temptation of "red romance" in front of others in the supplementary camp.
First of all, the natives in the replenishment camp who have long been lacking in meat and fish have already been itching to face such a big fat pig. Even when they were working around before, they couldn't help but turn around and take a look.
As long as there is something to eat, eat it as soon as possible, they don't care which region the taste is.
Secondly, many netizens in the modern dimension are thinking about eating this kind of authentic, original and pollution-free pork for the first time, instead of the native pork that is so-called in the propaganda.
Suddenly, these guys who were actually not short of oil and water in their stomachs also started to feel excited.
Ever since, under the huge surprise of Hu Biao and Qingtian, these guys who were eating rare food burst out with great subjective initiative.
After swallowing, staff officer Yang Dongli expressed his position:
"Pork stewed vermicelli? What's the emotional number?"
Let me figure out a way to get vermicelli. I'll go to the logistics and find the lieutenant colonel. Damn it! That kid made a lot of money in this transaction. Let him get some vermicelli because I look down on him."
Yang Dongli's speech immediately caused everyone's emotions to explode.
"I know where to find cabbage. When I came here yesterday, I saw a vegetable field on the roadside. Although the vegetable field was hit by several shells, I could always find some cabbage that survived the attack."
After raising his hand, Jason, the fake foreign devil, expressed it so enthusiastically.
The voice just fell, and immediately several voices echoed it. Xu Feng, who had been training hard for a month recently, said:
"Fake foreign devil, take me with you when you go! When you look for cabbage, we can also look for onions, ginger, garlic, etc.; this pork has no industrial pollution at all, and the meat will be very fragrant when stewed.
"
After saying this, this guy couldn't help but take a sip of saliva.
At the same time, more voices also sounded: "Yes, yes, great men have told us that there is strength in numbers!"
"Let's go, now that the Japanese are not shelling, hurry up~"
"The meat, vermicelli, cabbage, onions, ginger, and garlic are all here, so I'll have to figure out the seasonings. I still have two bags of Chinese seeds here, so I don't believe those gang leaders won't be interested."
Even Bianrou, a man from the Magic City who everyone regarded as shrewd, became as proud as a hemorrhage.
Even the indigenous sects of a supplementary company took on some tasks within their capabilities.
A middle-aged platoon leader who was almost forty years old and had big yellow teeth, patted his chest full of ribs hard, and assured him without any words:
"Sirs, leave the firewood matter to us; I know where there are empty wooden ammunition boxes. Wouldn't that thing be used to burn firewood?"
After hearing this, both Hu Biao and Qingtian were a little confused.
Good guy! For such a meal, these guys didn't even care about the danger of enemy bombardment during the process, or even the little food and grass they had left.
Even the indigenous people of this mission world are able to contribute.
No, you can’t say that.
Because at this moment, everyone's emotions were aroused and they began to work together for a purpose; whether it should be said or not, Hu Biao thought that such a scene was quite good.
Only the white-collar worker AT looked at the big fat pig with disgust because it had been processed long before it was delivered, so there was no water or pig blood. It felt like it was a huge regret.
It’s like eating instant noodles without the seasoning packet, not having WIFI when you’re bored, or just buying an ice cream and dropping it on the way home.
All in all, it's just a bit depressing.
At this moment, he missed the pig blood dinner from the restaurant where he often ordered takeout in the modern dimension...
After a lot of busy work, when the time reached about 4:30, everyone who went out to work came back one after another.
Yang Dongli, who walked with his head held high and a cigarette in his mouth, put down a large sack on his shoulder as he was being dragged up to the sky.
When the tied sack was loosened, there was a whole sack of Northeastern wide vermicelli inside.
Then, there were the fake foreign devils and other vegetable thieves. After mysteriously throwing off the clothes on their shoulders, you could see under their arms that each of them was holding four big cabbages.
In their hands, they held a handful of green onions and spring onions respectively.
When he walked over like this, he looked majestic and high-spirited, like a general.
And condiments such as dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, cooking wine, etc. were also taken out from pockets all over the body like bacon offering treasures. Each time they were taken out, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.
As for the firewood necessary for cooking, a thick pile of empty wooden ammunition boxes had long been piled aside.
At the same time, Qingtian, who was wielding a large blade and a few helpers, chopped the whole pig into pieces at least half the size of a palm.
Finally, when the pork was cooked, every country bumpkin in the replenishment camp was so happy at this moment.