In the evening, in the kitchen, A Ming looked at the tofu mixed with spring onions and omelette rice on the table with some hesitation. The portions of both were not large: "Can... can we win like this?"
It's not that Amin is not confident, Sasha has wild boar meat.
Jean didn't say anything, he wasn't sure either, after all, the ingredients were very different.
Ani looked at Ren with a calm face and said, "How confident do you look?"
Shrugging habitually, Ren explained: "Aren't you tired of eating a plate of meat at 11 o'clock in the evening? In fact, the decision is not in our hands. Commander Pixis only thinks it is good. It depends on the commander's preference.
, our chances of winning are not high, but it’s not impossible.”
Ren pointed to a small bowl of tofu mixed with scallions and a stack of omelette rice on the table: "At least our taste is not bad, and it is much easier to digest."
Ani and Amin's eyes lit up slightly. Indeed, cooking skills were secondary, and the commander's taste was the key.
Sasha's place was a little slower to finish, and wild boars were not easy to handle. Sasha chose a piece of wild boar thigh meat, which was tender and lean, and stir-fried it before adding some soy sauce.
Connie swallowed his saliva as he looked at the fragrant and alluring pork leg meat, and said with confidence, "We will definitely win!"
Reiner was also more confident: "Someone saw Ren and went to help him, but it shouldn't matter, they didn't get any meat."
How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face?
Sasha was full of confidence: "Don't worry, meat is invincible! I know Renn is a good cook, but they don't have the ingredients." Renn and Sasha often went hunting together when they had time, and Renn mostly handled the prey.
, but this time they didn’t catch anything, so Sasha wasn’t worried about overturning.
This wave is stable!
The night is dark, there are stars, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the evening breeze of the summer night is very sultry.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, Pixis was sitting behind a dining table on a high platform. Instructor Keith next to him announced to the training soldiers and some garrison soldiers who were watching: "Sasha Burrows and Jean...
Kirschstein’s cooking showdown begins now!”
"Oh!" Everyone in the audience also cheered.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Sasha, Jean doesn't seem to know how to cook, and they didn't catch any prey."
"I saw Ren went to ask Na to help. Ren and Ani are both very good at cooking. Maybe Ren can win?"
"Haha! I think Ren can do everything except give birth to children!"
"Hahahaha! Rob, if your squad leader hears it, he will beat you to death."
"The ingredients are too different, unless Jean and Renn can get beef."
Everyone in the audience was talking about it. It was so lively that two groups of people, Jean and Sasha, had already pushed the dining cart onto the stage. The food was covered with the dining cover, and people didn't know what dishes they had cooked.
Ren didn't go up with Jean, Ani and Amin. He was just here to help, not in the same class as them.
He also heard Rob's teasing just now, and he decided to give Rob some extra training when he went back. It was not that he was small-minded, it was all for Rob's good! After all, he was such a bad guy, and it would be bad if he died at the hands of a giant.
Sasha served the dish first, lifted the lid, and placed a large piece of pork leg in the center of the plate. It was full of color, flavor and flavor, and it was very tempting at first sight.
"Gulu~" Everyone in the audience was a little excited.
"I suddenly feel a little hungry."
"Me too, I didn't have enough for dinner."
"Is there no suspense now?"
Behind the table, Pixis's eyes lit up. He cut off a piece of meat with a knife and put it into his mouth with a knife and fork.
Pixis: It's really good. It's very delicious. It gives me the feeling of killing giants like crazy on the battlefield.
After eating for a few more mouthfuls, I stopped still. Next, let Bao push the dining cart over.
Jean placed the dishes on the dining table and picked up the meal cover. The contents inside were very ordinary, a small stack of omelette rice and a small bowl of tofu mixed with green onions.
Everyone in the audience suddenly became quiet, and they were a little confused. This is too ordinary, I can do it!
Pixis smiled and said nothing, slowly eating the omelette rice, occasionally putting some tofu into his mouth with a spoon, and gradually almost finished it.
After wiping his mouth with a napkin, the commander slowly stood up and announced in front of everyone in the audience: "The winner of this cooking showdown is Jean Kirchstein!"
The training soldiers in the audience suddenly became noisy.
"Oh my god! This can turn the tables."
"The reversal is incredible."
“This is a win for home cooking!”
Jean was also a little surprised, he really won. Sasha was confused and unconvinced. She ran to the commander and asked: "Commander, why? Is this meat?"
Pixis was not angry and looked at Sasha calmly: "Yes, it's meat, but it's just meat. It's just fried. It's a bit uncomfortable to eat meat so late at night that you can't digest it."
Sasha reacted and sat on the ground with a dejected look on her face: "I actually forgot to add the ingredients, the potatoes and carrots that I have always liked?!"
Jean walked over and stretched out his hand to pull up Sasha, who looked surprised. Sasha thought Jean was going to mock her, but to her surprise, Jean comforted her.
This cooking showdown ended unexpectedly.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, Rang went home, returning to his home that he had not returned to for two years.
"Boom!"
There was a knock on the door, and Jean's mother opened the door with a puzzled look on her face and saw her son.
"I'm back."
"Just come back. Come into the house quickly."
The wanderer returned to his home and found that he still had nothing in common with his mother, but...
The next day was another half-day exercise. In the afternoon, everyone packed up their bags and followed instructor Keith who was slowly riding a horse out of the Toros District and returned to the Wall of Rose.
Ren raised his head and glanced at the suddenly vast sky, and a feeling of relaxation and joy arose spontaneously.
I have to say that although the Wengcheng is good, it is a bit small. Surrounded by a fifty-meter-high wall, it always feels a bit oppressive. The space inside the Wall of Rose is much larger, but compared to the outside world, even the entire Paraty Island
It's also a bit smaller.
The sunset gradually turned red, and the sun dragged its purple-red robe down over the Western Mountains. The dusk sunlight was not dazzling, and ahead, the training corps station was already visible to the naked eye.
Jean walked next to Ren: "Thank you yesterday."
Renn smiled: "You're welcome."
"I mean you stopped me, otherwise I would have gotten angry yesterday and driven my mother away."
"Really? When people grow up, they will always have conflicts with their parents. This cannot be solved by just talking about mutual understanding and more communication. Just be more careful in the future."
Jean sighed slightly: "Maybe. I went home yesterday and found that I still can't understand each other with my parents, but they are a bit old."
After a moment of silence, Renn continued: "I will graduate in less than a year." It is now May 849, and I will probably graduate in April next summer.
Jean looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun. When he graduates next year, where should he go? Should he go to the Military Police Regiment or go to the Survey Corps to commit suicide?
Before the fall of Wall Maria, many people believed that going to the Survey Corps was an act of seeking death, and the people who stationed in the Corps were wastes of tax money and a waste of money. Being a military policeman was a very honorable thing...
The situation has changed somewhat now, but these concepts cannot be changed overnight.
"Rang Bao, get along well with your companions, remember to take care of yourself, remember when the weather gets cold..."
"What a shame! You too, take care of yourself and don't get sick again!"
On this day, the young man packed up his bags and went into battle again!
At night, Thomas lay in bed and complained: "The exercise is finally over, Ren, did you hear? From now on, all holidays will be cancelled, except for two days at the end of each month."
Ren was doing push-ups on the lower bunk, and said without much breath: "Cancel, just cancel. We will have to leave the station in January next year. We will intern in your hometown in Troost District for three months and graduate directly there. Then you can
Go home every day.”
"Oh, I just want to take a rest. After all, no matter how much I practice, I'm hopeless as a military policeman."
This year, the competition has become more intense because of a guy who didn't exist before: Rennes. Although Rennes sometimes tests his strokes and is unlikely to win the first place, the top ten is no problem at all.
Thomas is not bad, but it is difficult to get into the top ten. This year is really a fight between gods. If Thomas is in the training corps in the north (Marlo, Xiqi this year), maybe he can really get into the top ten.
"Just get used to it, isn't it just training?"
Thomas wailed: "Having said that, it's good to take a break. I'm not you. I'm practicing boxing and doing push-ups. Aren't you tired?"
Renn completed the fourth set of 100 push-ups and stopped to rest: "Fortunately, I'm not tired from training!"
Thomas stopped talking, and Ren successfully ended the topic.