red art soldier

Chapter 81
By soliciting the tastes of the soldiers and the statistics of the number of people dining in each department that day, the cooking team made certain improvements based on this.

After a few days of rectification, the cooking class has gradually adapted to the buffet mode of eating. Although there are occasional leftovers, the impact is not great.

In the midst of all the praise in the military region, the military region finally decided to reward the collective third-class merit for the cooking class once, and listened to the leaders' ideas and meant to promote it vigorously.

As for Ye Chen, who made meritorious contributions this time, the whole army notified the award, and the military medal was gone.

Time was slowly passing by, and there were less than ten days before the August [-]st Army Day. In the military district notice, a notice was posted, which was related to the military district's August [-]st Army Day Gala.

This time the party is full of participation, and every department has to produce a program, no matter whether the program is good or bad, even if you learn to bark a few times, it is still a program, so when the order is issued, some people are happy and some are worried.

The people in the cooking class suddenly became a mess. In addition to being able to wield big spoons, there are really not many people in the cooking class who are proficient in acting.

According to the current situation, Ye Chen could have helped, but because the art troupe also elected to push several programs to participate in the August [-]st military exercise, Ye Chen, who has created many works, has already been in Beijing for the art troupe. He is not on the list, so he cannot perform on behalf of the cooking class.

"Xiao Mao, Shuai Hu, we old people don't have any special skills, why don't you and Shuai Hu take the initiative to vote with a show of hands, and come out and sing alone!"

Most people can sing, but when it comes to their voices, no one in the cooking class can sing well except for Xiaomao and the folk poet Shuaihu. What's even more disgusting is that most people can go to grandma's house when they run away went.

When Mao Bufan heard that he was going to perform in front of so many people, his heart was beating. His two voices were better than theirs. If he went out to sing, he would not be laughed at by everyone. death, so he quickly pushed it to Shuaihu.

Shuaihu is a college student, and even a so-called folk poet, but when he heard that he was asked to perform on stage, he suddenly felt a little guilty, and looked down at Mao Bufan, who pushed the problem to himself, and said: "Squad leader, I only use those two brushes. , I can’t go to the show!”

Fatty Hong looked at the two of them and said, "What? Our cooking class can't find a representative to perform on our behalf. Normally, it's just the two of you who sing happily. Now it's all right. It's okay for everyone to shrink back. I'm sorry for us. The title of 'Excellent Cooking Class'?"

Fatty Hong glanced at everyone and said, "Enlightenment, brothers, there are many chiefs participating in this August [-]st military exercise, why don't you show yourself well?"

In the end, Shuai Hu stood up and said, "I'm not good at singing, or I'd better recite my poems!"

As soon as Shuaihu's words came out, he immediately drew a crowd of supercilious glances.

Everyone in the cooking class is discussing in full swing, and other people are not at ease. If we say that the busiest one is the art troupe, because they not only have to prepare for the upcoming military gala, but also prepare for the August [-]st military art gala .

For this nationwide military art show, which will also be broadcast live by CCTV, the art troupes of various military regions are very fancy about it, and have pushed their works to the organizing committee early.

Naturally, the Avant-Garde Art Troupe couldn't avoid it, but because of Ye Chen's appearance at this moment, there was still half a month left, Chen Daxian and Wang Xuefeng finally decided to temporarily push Ye Chen's works up.

After the promotion of the buffet mode, Ye Chen seldom went to the cooking class to experience life because of rehearsals. He only went once in a while. For the rest of the time, he wrote "The big knife cuts off the devils' heads" Follow-up story, while creating "The Story of the Cooking Class".

For "The Story of the Cooking Class", after Ye Chen's contact with the cooking class during this period of time, he also knew a lot of interesting things about them through them, so he added a few jokes as supplements to the original basis, which can be regarded as his own. s things.

After he handed over the first draft to Wang Xuefeng, Wang Xuefeng's eyes stared straight at Ye Chen, like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, which made Ye Chen a little apprehensive.

"Head, look, there's nothing wrong. I'm going to the cooking class. I haven't been there for two days. It's their fault."

Wang Xuefeng knew what he was thinking, waved his hands and said: "Go, go, remember your affairs, don't be in the art troupe, and focus on the cooking class!"

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Captain, how is it possible, aren't you kidding me? It's nothing, I'm leaving!"

"Let's go, let's go, I'll send your notebook to Sister Zhang later, the beautiful girl should come to pick up the manuscript soon, by the way, the beautiful girl said that your handwriting is good, but there are a lot of typos, if Write so many typos again, and she will deduct your manuscript fee."

Just as Ye Chen was about to leave, when he heard Wang Xuefeng's words, he immediately became impatient and said, "Head, is it easy for me to write this thing? I'm a greedy person from early morning to late. How can she deduct it as soon as she says it? No, I have to talk to her." .”

Wang Xuefeng glared at him and said: "What are you talking about, boy, hurry up and go to your cooking class, people heard that it took a lot of time to correct you, just like publishing a book, you have to find a time to treat them to dinner A meal, otherwise it would be too boring!"

Ye Chen understood that the group leader started by himself, so he answered a few words and walked outside, greeted the rehearsal comrades and left the art troupe.

During this period of time, Ye Chen has been handing over the articles written in the notebook to Mr. Zhang Huanzhang, because Zhang Meili will visit Mr. Zhang Huanzhang every week, so the procedure of mailing is omitted.

Ye Chen rushed to the cooking class like a gust of wind, and heard them discussing about the party outside the door, and Shuai Hu even recited his poems.

"The squad leader doesn't have a pager on his waist,
no big brother,
There are no accessories for the rich and wealthy to show off their status;
Just a small bunch of keys,

He was in charge of the company's kitchen and warehouse.

Perhaps his loins appear hollow,

Maybe his waist is too cold
……

Sweat dripped from my forehead,
With a strong smile on your face,

The comrades in the company ate delicious meals,
The joy of happiness climbed to the brow,
The squad leader's waist is our role model!

The monitor's waist is our pride! ! ! "

Fat Hu listened to Shuai Hu's "Squad Leader's Waist", which he recited countless times. Although most of it praised himself, it sounded really awkward, so he waved his hands and said, "How can this be done? If he got on the stage, wouldn't it make the soldiers in the audience cramp with laughter!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen opened the door, "Shuai Hu's poem is good, I suggest it, it's better to add both "Da Zhou's Face" and "Old Gao's Legs", counting it as a poem The recitation program is our true performance after all, so there is nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, don’t everyone ask me to write a song for you all the time? I’ve already written this one, please read it!”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, flipped through a few pages and handed it to Fatty Hong, "Squad leader, take a look, are you satisfied or not!"

Fatty Hong took the notebook and saw that there were five big characters "Hymn to the Cooking Class" written on it.

(End of this chapter)