Looking at the uneasy pilot, Zhang Sixing asked softly,
"Who's coming?"
"Sir, I really don't know. I'm keeping it a secret for safety's sake."
After thinking about it, this reason was worth a few taels of vegetable oil. He turned around and ordered Captain Xue’s men, who were specially cooking Shaanxi rice today, to
"Get a piece of cloth and soak it in oil."
"Yes, sir."
Soon someone brought a towel-sized rag and quickly poured some vegetable oil on it and handed it over.
After taking the oil towel, the pilot was overjoyed and stretched out his hand to grab a corner. Zhang Sixing did not let go, but threatened him.
"Boy, if you dare to lie to me, I will let you run barefoot tomorrow."
"No, I don't dare. It's really the inspection from above, otherwise we wouldn't think of this method."
The matter of welcoming people and sending them off will naturally be handled by the army and administrative people in the future. Therefore, he didn't like it at that time and space, and he doesn't like it at this time and space either.
When he came to the dining table with a large bowl of scallion flowers and a few slices of yellowed dry buns baked on the stove in the other hand, he was still wondering who would come to inspect.
If he were the Chairman of the Generalissimo, then martial law would have been imposed here long ago, and Jiang Qiyan and the others would also say something.
So who will it be?
After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure it out, so I simply threw it aside. As long as the chairman of the committee is not here in person, others should less bother him. Today's schedule is full.
He took out a spoon from his special pocket and rubbed it on his uniform casually. He could not help but whet his appetite when he smelled the aroma of scallion oil and vinegar.
After stirring it in the oily bowl, the white dough dumplings were mixed with meat cubes. In order to make rice, you can't use the spoon to get privileges. In addition to strict military regulations, the meat dumplings are all minced meat made into dumpling fillings.
Hansen, who has been staying in Nanjing, is quite accustomed to the strong and fresh flavor of Jiangsu cuisine. However, after following Zhang Sixing, he had a rather painful understanding of the hot and sour cuisine in the Sixing warehouse.
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Now I eat Shaanxi-style hot and sour food, which is hard to accept.
It's a pity that there is no officers' canteen in the umbrella school. Everyone goes to the canteen to eat together, which can to a certain extent eliminate the problem of officers cooking small meals for themselves.
Of course, officers have high salaries. If they want to open a small stove in the kitchen with their own money, they would not refuse, but they don't have that condition now.
Add enough chili pepper to the pimple soup in the bowl and stir evenly. Zhang Sihang's pimple soup had turned a terrifying red color in Hansen's eyes.
"Oh my gosh, sir, I really don't understand why you like that smell like charcoal..."
"You know, I ran away from home when I was eight years old, and then smuggled myself to Germany. Finally, I worked in a German factory until I was sixteen, and then joined the German army. This is one of the foods I miss the most over the years, so try not to disturb my meal.
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Hansen, who accepted this meal with great helplessness, complained again,
"Sir, why are the bread slices so hard..."
At this time, Zhang Sixing had already opened the spoon and stuffed the mushy red steamed buns into his mouth. He squinted his eyes with great satisfaction while chewing.
Hansen frowned, looked at the flaming food on the spoon, and prayed in his heart for his and Zhang Sixing's esophagus.
Seeing his uncomfortable look, Zhang Sixing chewed the steamed bun that was full of soup, stretched his neck and swallowed it before saying,
"Those are not bread slices, they are roasted yellow steamed bun slices, usually soaked in pimple soup. In order to make them chewy, they must be thoroughly toasted to avoid soaking them too soft. If you have no appetite... waste is shameful."
Just at this moment, someone put a bowl on the table again, which made Hansen, who was somewhat frowning, extremely unhappy.
Although Zhang Sixing does not follow the Chinese system, where officers eat food and soldiers eat food, which is the difference between heaven and hell. Nor does he follow the German system where officers eat independently.
But as Zhang Sixing's "orderly", he still believed that it was appropriate to give senior officers a dedicated dining table. However, when he saw the same frown on his face, he was happy to have found an ally.
The person who came was Li Yinbao. Poor this Cantonese, he frowned at the little bit of red chili oil in the scallion oil. The entire third brigade only came from the Guangdong warlord Chen Jitang in July 1936.
Li Yinbao tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks.
"If our supplies hadn't arrived, we wouldn't have eaten this super spicy food..."
When he said it was super spicy, his eyes saw Zhang Sixing's pimple soup dyed red by spicy pepper, and his face changed like Hansen's. But then he approached Zhang Sixing as if he thought of something, and whispered,
"Want to know which big shot is here to inspect?"
Zhang Sixing didn't feel anything about this. Apart from the Chairman of the Committee and General Falkenhausen, who came to inspect had nothing to do with him. He took the spoon out of his mouth indifferently and admired the painful expression on Li Yinbao's face.
Say a word carelessly,
"who"
Li Yinbao frowned, the muscles on his face twisted in pain for Zhang Sixing, and sighed through his teeth,
"Oh my god, is there anyone who likes spicy food like you? It's just...just..."
"It's not spicy. It's a problem to eat chili peppers in Germany. You know, the Germans grow chili peppers as flowers, but they love garlic and pork."
He raised his eyes and looked at Hansen in surprise. Cantonese people don't like garlic as a side dish. Hansen's face wrinkled even more and he apologized to Zhang Sixing.
"Although I am of German descent, I am an American. I prefer to eat beef, fried chicken and so on... I said, you should tell the chief who is coming quickly to save him from mentioning those foods that make me sad."
Sure enough, when talking about gossip, Li Yinbao remembered his main purpose of coming to this table.
He looked around with his small round eyes and quietly said to Zhang Sixing,
"The Air Force misses you, and our Jiang brigade asked if you would go to pick him up."
In response to this, Zhang Si Xing picked up the bowl and used a metal spoon to scrape off the food at the bottom of the bowl, making a harsh and tooth-aching sound. He swallowed the last bite of food nonchalantly.
"No, I don't have time. I've been as busy as a dog all day, so how can I have time to do those other things?"
Such an answer made Li Yinhu widen his eyes again. He couldn't understand how the Air Force Commander's inspection could be "nothing" for the person in front of him.
"Seriously, prepare nineteen pilots..."
As soon as he said this, he felt someone touching his arm. Looking up at the twinkling light of Hansen's eyes that yearned for adventure, Zhang Sixing changed his words,
"Eighteen. Then when the inspection people leave, we will train quietly. It is best not to be around here to avoid the Japanese discovering it."
"What, sir, when we go to blow up the Japs, do we have to go to the peak without telling you?"
Regarding Li Yinhu's confusion, Zhang Sixing raised two fingers.
"The plan and means must be kept secret. Besides, do you think those above will agree to such a deviant attack? Let's wait until we complete it before letting them know."