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Chapter 646 Cabbage and Pork Stewed with Vermicelli (Continued)
"Don't cut the meat too small, or it will melt when cooked!"

Snake Butt looked at Wang Zhong holding his special kitchen knife and couldn't help but give him a worried reminder.

Wang Zhong pressed the meat with his left hand and held the knife with his right hand, smiling and saying, "Don't worry, I'm a professional!"

As he spoke, the huge boning knife had already started cutting. Looking at the rapidly forming slices of meat and listening to the sound of the knife colliding with the chopping board, the defeated soldiers opened their eyes wide, pricked up their ears, and kept swallowing their saliva, their eyes already staring straight ahead.

Wang Zhong cut the meat and poured the little remaining oil from the veterinarian into a clean ceramic pot. When the oil was hot, he immediately poured in the large slices of pork belly.

"This pork belly, also known as three-layer meat, needs to be stir-fried in oil first, so that the vermicelli and cabbage will have the flavor of meat later."

Wang Zhong took a wooden spatula and kept stirring the pork belly slices at the bottom of the pottery pot. After a while, the aroma of pork wafted out of the pottery pot.

The sounds of swallowing saliva around became more frequent and dense, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the pottery jar.

The intoxicating fragrance kept stirring their hearts.

Add vermicelli, spring water, soy sauce, salt and finally cabbage.

Looking at the dishes that had filled up more than half of the tube and were stained with soy sauce and became extremely shiny, the sounds of people swallowing saliva around them became more rapid and frequent.

As the last can of spring water was poured into the pottery jar, Wang Zhong put on his bamboo hat and said to the bean cake burning on the fire: "Boil the water over high heat, then turn to low heat and cook for twenty minutes. It will be almost done."

Doubing smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

The defeated soldiers nearby were already looking forward to it anxiously.

"It's so fragrant!"

Normally, the chef is always a good cook, but now, he couldn't help but close his eyes, slightly raised his head, took a deep breath, felt the aroma of meat that almost penetrated into his soul, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You kid actually has this skill. This pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew looks quite authentic!" Milong had come to the temporary stove for some reason and joined the crowd.

"Boss Mi, do you want to join us?" Wang Zhong said to Mi Long with a smile.

Milong glanced at the defeated soldiers surrounding the stove, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Zhong. After a while, he said, "I still have a few cans of beef."

The defeated soldiers all looked at Milong in surprise. They really couldn't believe their ears. The words just now came from the mouth of Milong, the boss of the shelter.

It’s no wonder that these defeated soldiers would think this way. It’s because Milong usually behaves too strong and domineering, and always looks down on these defeated soldiers who are like mud.

This guy has a sharp tongue and is totally unrestrained. Among all the defeated soldiers in the shelter, except for a few veterinarians, none of them has not been despised by him. The key is that this guy is also good at fighting, and three or five people may not be able to beat him. Therefore, this guy is used to being the king of the hospital, and no one dares to touch his tiger whiskers.

But now, they heard such words from Milong's mouth, how could they not be surprised.

But Milong ignored this group of defeated soldiers and turned into his shop. When he came out, he had a few more cans in his hands. Everyone consciously made way for Milong to walk to the makeshift stove.

Everyone's eyes stayed on Milong for a while, and then they stared at the cans in Milong's hand. Although they were beef, and although they were making pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew today, no one mentioned it at all. At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their mind, to quickly open the cans in Milong's hand and pour the meat into the pot.

Under the gaze of everyone, Milong opened the cans one by one and poured them into the pot.

Wang Zhong, the chef, stirred the food a few times with a simple wooden stick and then put his hat back on.

But the defeated soldiers gathered around the stove and had no intention of leaving. As the flames continued to burn and the heat rose, steam gradually came out of the pot and the gurgling sound of boiling could be heard gradually.

Wang Zhong asked Doubing to turn down the heat a little and change it to a low heat, and simmer it for another twenty minutes. Then, in front of everyone's gaze, he smiled and lifted the bamboo hat covering the mouth of the pot.

Without Wang Zhong's call, everyone had already gathered around the stove with their bowls in hand.

"Snake ass!"

"You come and divide it!"

Wang Zhong called Snake Butt and gave him the job of dividing the vegetables.

"I'm coming!"

"Don't worry!"

"Line up, one by one, take your time!"

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Before long, most of the pot of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew was divided up by several people, leaving nothing behind.

The veterinarian and Ayi were the slowest eaters among the deserters. The others ate voraciously, wishing to swallow all the food they were given in one gulp.

The veterinarian is old and has bad teeth, and he is also afraid that the food will be choked and difficult to digest if eaten too quickly.

But Ayi's personality is just like that.

"I really didn't realize that you have such great cooking skills." Ayi praised while eating pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew.

The veterinarian nodded continuously and said, "I have lived for most of my life. I have traveled all over the world and visited many places, but this is the first time I have eaten such delicious pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew." "By the way, how do you know everything?" The veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong curiously.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "The world is so chaotic now, so why not learn as much as you can?"

Before the veterinarian could say anything, Ayi beside him nodded in agreement.

A meal of pork stewed with vermicelli brought the defeated soldiers closer to each other. After the meal, Yu Xiaoqing's confidants also began to conduct emergency training for the defeated soldiers in preparation for going to Burma.

The weather in Zenda in summer is like a woman's face, changing at any time. It was sunny a moment ago, but not long after, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and soon, heavy rain fell, soaking everyone who was training.

Even so, He Shuguang and his companions had no intention of stopping. Instead, they took off their clothes first, and led the defeated soldiers to train in the rain with their bare chests.

Running, military posture, and marching in formation, he was determined to train this group of guerrillas to at least look a little more energetic within 20 days, so as not to be sent to Burma and lose face for Yu Datiexue.

Mi Long, who was persuaded by Wang Zhong, finally couldn't sit still when he saw He Shuguang leading the cannon fodder in training. However, before he could lose the supplies he had accumulated with great difficulty to the crappy stationmaster with a dice, Wang Zhong suggested to him in advance to transfer the supplies first.

The small cellar that Wang Zhong asked Bula and Yaoma to dig in Xiaozui's storehouse came in handy. Milong's room was filled with supplies, and a heavy old elm cabinet was placed on top of it.

The training lasted most of the day, which squeezed Wang Zhong's schedule. He could only go to Xiaozui after training to continue teaching her basic medical knowledge. Xiaozui knew that Wang Zhong would soon follow the large army to Myanmar. Although she didn't say it, she couldn't help but worry.

After all, this time we went to Burma to fight the Japanese, not to travel abroad for sightseeing, and of course people would die in a war.

Xiaozui's brother died on the battlefield.

Although Xiaozui was worried, she also knew that this battle had to be fought, and she never said anything about asking Wang Zhong to stay.

She just washed Wang Zhong's worn-out military uniform over and over again, and patched up the holes with her poor needlework.

On the eve of departure, Wang Zhong came out of the shelter, went to Xiaozui's house and knocked on the gate.

"Brother? Is that you?" Xiaozui's voice came from the yard.

"It's me!" Xiaozui had already remembered Wang Zhong's deep voice clearly.

There were hurried footsteps behind the door, and after a moment, the gate made an unpleasant creaking sound and was opened from the inside.

"Go to the kitchen and get some oil!" Wang Zhong did not go in directly, but started tinkering with the door panel.

The door panels all used the old-fashioned valves, with both ends cut into cylindrical shapes and placed in the round holes on both sides of the door sill. At this time, a lot of dust had already accumulated in the round holes.

Wang Zhong removed the door panel, cleaned the dust and debris in the round hole, applied some oil that Xiaozui brought, and then installed the door panel back.

The weather was hot and there were many mosquitoes. Wang Zhong was burning mosquito coils made by himself in the house, which were very effective. There was no telling how many dead mosquitoes were lying on the ground.

Wang Zhong took out a bag from his arms and placed it on the table. The oceans inside made some noises as they collided.

"What is this?" Xiaozui looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.

Wang Zhong said: "This is the ocean, you keep it first, and keep those small yellow croakers. Don't use them unless it is absolutely necessary."

"I haven't spent all the money you gave me last time! No need..." Xiaozui was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "Are you guys leaving?"

Wang nodded and said, "We just received an order from our superiors this afternoon to set off early tomorrow morning."

Xiaozui bit his lower lip subconsciously, and after a moment's pause, he asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

Wang Zhong said: "The battlefield is changing rapidly, and opportunities are fleeting. I guess the fighting has already started on the front line."

Xiao Zui looked straight at Wang Zhong and said, "Brother, you have to be careful and protect yourself."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, you know my marksmanship. I can kill the enemy from a distance and won't give him a chance to get close to me."

Listening to Wang Zhong's confident words, although she knew that Wang Zhong's shooting skills were accurate, Xiaozui's worries were still not relieved at all. However, she also knew that what she had to do at this time was not to make Wang Zhong worry, but to let Wang Zhong go to Myanmar with peace of mind without any worries.

So he said: "My shooting skills are definitely not comparable to those of the Japanese."

"By the way, brother, how long will it take for you to come back this time?"

Wang Zhong said: "It's hard to say. If everything goes well, we may be back in ten days or half a month. But if things don't go well, the war may get intense and it's possible that it will take several years."

Xiaozui nodded, got up and went to the inner room. When he came out, he was holding a few pairs of brand new socks and leggings in his hands: "I heard that there is a lot of rain in Myanmar, so I made a few pairs of socks for you. If they get wet, you can have a change."

There aren’t many things Xiaozui can make, and after much thought, he can only make a few pairs of socks for Wang Zhong.

"I was just worried about having no socks to change. Your socks came at the right time." Wang Zhong took the socks with a smile on his face.

"We still have a lot of the beef jerky you brought last time. Take it with you when you leave. When you get to Myanmar, you can eat some when you're hungry."

Xiaozui kept nagging Wang Zhong about many things and never stopped talking.