Five minutes later, a table and two chairs were placed in the open space outside the operating room.
Mo Shangyun and Squad Leader Zhang sat face to face.
Two bottles of beer were opened and one was placed in front of each person.
As soon as Squad Leader Zhang sat down, he started drinking. His movements were extremely heroic. Those who didn't know it thought he was going to blow a bottle. Fortunately, he stopped after drinking half the bottle. Mo Shangjun looked a little confused.
——If I had known earlier, I would have brought two more bottles of beer.
"What do you want to say?" Squad Leader Zhang asked again and again.
"I heard that the fried chicken you cook is particularly delicious?" Mo Shangjun asked.
Monitor Zhang gave her a cold look and said nothing.
"I guess fried chicken and roasted chicken are pretty much the same thing, so I'll bring them over to give you a taste test so you can compare." Mo Shangyun said with a smile, opened a roasted chicken and pushed it to Squad Leader Zhang.
"If it tastes good, we can also say that the women's team's cooking class is no worse than theirs. If...it's really that bad, we'll be convinced that we lost."
"we?"
Monitor Zhang stared at her fiercely.
Who told her "we"?
However, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but pull off a chicken leg and stuff it into his hand, "Here, have a taste."
The things were all in hand, and Mo Shangjun, who usually had no grudges in the past and has no grudges in recent times, did not throw them away at the moment. Squad Leader Zhang frowned and took a bite.
Under Mo Shangjun's gaze, he felt as if there was a light on his back. After a while, he made an appreciative comment: "It's just so so."
It's not that delicious anyway.
"Hey, I just said that what squad leader Zhang makes is more delicious than them!" Mo Shangjun quickly took over.
Monitor Zhang: "..." I really don't know how to respond to this kind of deliberate praise.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't need him to speak. He picked up the wine bottle and touched it with his. After drinking almost half of it, he opened another fried chicken and ate it with him.
During this period, the topics were discussed one after another, and they continued for half an hour without stopping.
This was the first time that Squad Leader Zhang saw a "chatty" like her who spoke slowly but in a consistent way, and he was shocked by her for a moment.
Mo Shangjun was "stoking discord" in a roundabout way, and her intention was very obvious. Squad Leader Zhang could tell at a glance that she was "having evil intentions", but she didn't point it out directly, but said it in a roundabout way.
, giving various examples of how good the cooking class next door is, and even said very deliberately, "How can the soldiers be treated so well? The members of the men's team think about food all day long."
In this regard, Squad Leader Zhang has only one word: hum.
However, what makes Squad Leader Zhang depressed is that he clearly sees Mo Shangjun’s thoughts and knows Mo Shangjun’s little tricks, but under Mo Shangjun’s stories one after another, he inevitably turns to the men’s team’s cooking class
Feeling unhappy, it was rare that Mo Shangyun aroused a little competitive mentality.
What is this called?
A different kind of "boil the frog in warm water".
You know it's a trap, but you just fall into it unknowingly, and by the time you wake up, it's already too late.
Monitor Zhang, who didn't care at first, couldn't help but feel itchy when Mo Shangjun said the next part.
However, Squad Leader Zhang, who had always seen Mo Shangjun unable to talk about the ultimate goal, was too lazy to listen to her talking about these prefixes anymore, and simply explained the key points for her, "Tell me what you think about the weekly menu."
"Actually, as far as the menu is concerned, we are quite satisfied." Mo Shangyun smiled and added with great sincerity, "Really."
"Really?" Squad Leader Zhang frowned.
"It must be true!" Mo Shangyun said shamelessly and sincerely, "Just the menu of our cooking class... Let's not talk about the members of the first team. I have no contact with the first team, which means they are too unreal.
.Just the second team, every team member is full of praise."
"..."
Ah.
Squad leader Zhang sneered in his heart.
Believe it or not, this group of little girls like to get together and murmur that the menu never changes every week. Jiang Qiong, the captain of the first team, also tactfully raised his opinion with him, but he just ignored it.
"Squad leader Zhang must have put a lot of thought into the menu," Mo Shangjun smiled, "Although the menu is the same every week, there is nothing new, but what is important is a nutritional combination, a balanced diet, and supplements that need to be supplemented.
Yes, I think the menu itself is quite scientific.”
After hearing Mo Shangyun finally say something serious, Squad Leader Zhang's face paused slightly, and his cold and stiff expression couldn't help but soften a little.
"Then what do you want to say?" Squad Leader Zhang asked.
"There is a female soldier in our team," Mo Shangjun said. "She is quite pitiful. When I was a child, my family was poor and I never had good food. When I grew up, I could only eat fried chicken because I had no money. This is not true.
, I joined the army at the age of 16, I think it’s been six or seven years, and I haven’t had much contact with the outside world. I’m almost isolated from the outside world——”
"So?" Squad Leader Zhang interrupted her to express sympathy.
"I heard that the fried chicken you make is delicious." Mo Shangyun said tactfully and got down to business, "I was thinking, the ones sold outside are expensive and taste bad, and there are very few opportunities to eat them. How cost-effective it is to make them yourself.
?And you’re here—”
When Mo Shangjun caught him, he praised him.
"...I will add fried chicken on Sundays from now on." Squad Leader Zhang made his promise speechlessly.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mo Shangjun immediately slammed the table, raised the bottle and handed it to Squad Leader Zhang, "Do it."
There's only one last bite left, what are you doing?!
Although he was complaining like this in his heart, Squad Leader Zhang still raised the bottle, touched it with Mo Shangjun's bottle, and took the last sip.
Not to mention, this girl has a pretty good drinking capacity.
"I brought a little less wine this time. I'll bring more some other time so I can have a good drink with you."
"..."
Monitor Zhang didn't say anything, and Quan thought she was just talking politely.
This time she came here because she had something to ask for. Another day... then it would have to be "something" before it would be "another day".
The goal was achieved, but Mo Shangjun did not give up.
She continued to chat with Squad Leader Zhang about some things, and when the roast chicken was almost eaten, she suddenly said: "Squad Leader Zhang knows that our second team is newly established, and they are all newcomers with no experience. They are not afraid of newborn calves."
Hu, each one thinks he is more capable than the other, but of course, he has no chance to see those who are capable. I heard that Squad Leader Zhang had been in the first team before, can you help teach them a lesson?" (To be continued)