Walking into the US military camp, there are surprises everywhere!
"American kitchens are so big!" 'Dou Ding' was stunned as he looked at a black man pushing a food shelf. On the shelf were layers of bread embryos waiting to be baked. Next to the bread embryos, there were already baked breads.
Bread, fragrant and soft bread, makes people salivate.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the knife class finished taking a shower, and they were assigned to the kitchen as cooks. In the imagination of these country bumpkins, the kitchen was a dark earthen stove and potting station, with cooks in dirty aprons cooking spoons.
But the American kitchen... is too challenging for these volunteer soldiers who have never seen the world.
"What is that?" 'Old Machine Gun' couldn't help but ask as he watched an American soldier throw a big box on the ground.
There was 'SPAM' written in capital letters on the box. Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips and said, "That thing is a kind of lunch meat called 'Spam'."
'Old Machine Gun' saw the American soldier who had lost the box and walked away. He quickly moved forward and moved the box over. When he opened it, he saw that it was cans of canned meat. He immediately said in surprise: "It's meat, good quality meat. We
How about some fried meat for the Americans?"
The deputy squad leader quickly opened a can of Spam, took a bite, and distributed it to other soldiers. As a result, all the soldiers in the squad nodded and said: "Yes, yes, this meat is so delicious, we will give it to the Americans."
Make some fried meat, they will definitely like it!"
"Go ahead and dream, if you dare to give Spam to American soldiers, they will kill you." Zhou Qingfeng said angrily: "Didn't you see that the Americans just threw away this stuff? They hate this.
Damn, they want something fresh."
A can of Spam was quickly eaten, and the soldiers in the sharp knife squad all praised its deliciousness. But when Zhou Qingfeng said that Americans don't like this stuff and even hate it, everyone felt like they were hearing fantasy.
The American field kitchen is a large open military tent. Various professional cooking utensils are laid out in sequence. All the kitchen staff appear to be extremely professional. The sharp knife class that was arranged here followed Grandma Liu in the Grand View Garden and looked at it.
stop.
The U.S. troops in the kitchen only thought that Zhou Qingfeng and others were visiting Nanbang natives and paid little attention to them. The members of the sharp knife squad except Zhou Qingfeng were all timid, looking at such a large kitchen, fearing to damage others.
Things, and were shocked by the strong logistical capabilities of the Americans.
"What are you doing?"
"Baking cakes with jam on top. I'll ask them how many they want."
With his thick skin and ability to "talk all night", Zhou Qingfeng asked for a large dinner plate with more than ten freshly baked breads and cakes. The "Spaam" just now made everyone in the sharp knife class praise him. Now
The bread and cakes also wowed them.
"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's so delicious. It's so sweet. I've never eaten anything so delicious." "Dou Ding" praised while eating. The way he devoured it even made the American cook laugh.
The laughter of Americans carries the pride of a strong country, but it is extremely harsh in the ears of everyone in the sharp knife class. Everyone feels like they are being treated like beggars.
The deputy squad leader was particularly angry. When he saw that Douding's mouth was full of bread crumbs and he looked the worst when eating, he couldn't help but cursed, "I bribed you with a little delicious food, how shameful."
Seeing that the deputy squad leader reached out to slap the remaining cake in Douding's hand, Zhou Qingfeng quickly shouted in a low voice: "Stop, when it's time to lower your head, you have to lower your head and eat all the bread and cakes."
The lower you are at this time, the less likely it is to arouse the enemy's suspicion."
Not only did the 'Douding' eat like a fool, but Zhou Qingfeng also loudly praised the American chef's skills while eating, which made them laugh even more.
The Americans in the kitchen just smiled at the stupidity of the "Nanbang" natives in front of them, but the people in the sharp knife class were worried and their noses were sore. However, Zhou Qingfeng and others acted too cokely. The Americans in the kitchen
The man even brought each of them another delicacy - ice cream.
"What is this? It's ice cold. Americans are not afraid of diarrhea when eating this stuff in the winter?" 'Dou Ding' didn't even know what the cold thing in his hand was. He was small and looked at it blankly.
The way he wears ice cream makes the tall American chef laugh so hard that his stomach hurts.
Facing the laughter of the Americans, the deputy squad leader was anxious and angry, but he didn't know what the thing in his hand was, let alone how to deal with it.
"Just put it in your mouth and eat it." Zhou Qingfeng ate the ice cream with a spoon, but he couldn't get any happier while eating it. He didn't care about the Americans' teasing or even mocking laughter, because he had a certain affection for Americans.
A strong psychological advantage, but think about the logistics of the volunteer army...
In order to feed their troops well, Americans can fly in fresh food by plane, transport it to the port by ship, distribute ice cream machines on the battlefield, and throw Spam into the trash can with hatred.
Americans can transport chicken, pork, vegetables, and even wine from Japan, Vietnam, and the United States. They can distribute different foods to the United Nations troops with different cultures and eating habits, and their soldiers can even drink Coca-Cola.
Coffee and tea.
What is a local tycoon? This is a local tycoon!
And what do the volunteers have? Fried noodles, fried noodles, fried noodles, fried noodles that are as disgusting as dirt!
Even the fried noodles have to be supplied by mobilizing the whole country. And because the transportation lines are strangled, sometimes the front line can't even eat the fried noodles. A backward agricultural country is fighting against a developed industrial country. Who else can handle the difficulties now?
I know, who can understand?
"It's sweet, cold, and quite delicious." 'Dou Ding' took a few bites of the ice cream and expressed heartfelt admiration. But after admiring it, he thought about the food he ate in the army, and whispered: "Squad leader
, Americans are very strong, right?
I used to only know that they have many tanks, cannons, planes, and good weapons. Squad leader, you like to pick up American weapons and use them. Now I know that they even eat thousands of times better than us. I couldn't even think about this kind of ice cream before.
I never thought about it, but they can eat whatever they want.
Monitor, can we defeat the Americans?"
Hearing these words of "increasing the enemy's prestige and destroying one's own ambition", the deputy squad leader finally became furious and shouted explosively: "'Dou Ding', you coward, do you want to be a traitor?"
This loud roar attracted everyone in the US military kitchen to look over. Zhou Qingfeng immediately laughed and explained: "Don't be nervous, our soldiers have never eaten ice cream. This thing is so delicious, which makes them a little excited."
The hahaha laughter sounded again, the same harshness, the same heaviness. 'Dou Ding' was about to shed tears when he was scolded. Zhou Qingfeng could only pat his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Americans are very strong, really.
They are very strong, stronger than you think. It is very difficult to defeat them.
If we want to win this war, we have to sacrifice many, many people to have a small chance. I can only say that the pride we have gained with our blood and sacrifices will benefit future generations and will be remembered forever. Our efforts are valuable."
For those who have great ambition to sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and moon to change the sky!
The country of destiny will not be willing to perish.