The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 27 Dinner and Big Dumplings

In the evening, for dinner, more than a dozen dishes were placed on the table, and a case of beer was placed on each table.

"Brothers, there is no time limit for dinner tonight. Everyone can eat slowly. Come, fill up the wine. First of all, this is the first glass of wine. I wish everyone a happy new year."

The company commander walked to the middle of the restaurant with a paper cup full of beer and said loudly.

"Everyone has it, one, two, three."

"Do it!" Everyone stood up and raised their glasses, and then swallowed the wine in their glasses in one gulp.

Then the company commander took the beer bottle from the nearest table and filled himself again.

"This second glass of wine, I wish all the new fighters have good grades in the coming year, be assigned to a good company in the future, and have a good future. Come on, everyone, one, two, three."

"Do it!" Everyone stood up again.

Then the company commander poured another glass: "There is no reason for this third glass of wine. It is that everyone can get together in this life, become brothers, become soldiers, and train together. This is fate. For this fate, let us Let's raise our glasses together."

"One, two, three, do it."

"Okay, now, everyone is free to eat and drink, but only one case of beer on each class's table."

After entering, the company commander returned to his table, picked up his chopsticks, and before he had eaten two bites of food, he saw the squad leaders taking turns to toast, and finally sent the nine squad leaders away. The recruits began to come up to toast.

The instructor looked at the soldiers who were toasting, and said with a smile: "Old Wang, it seems that the soldiers will not let you have a good meal. Do you think these soldiers like you, or do they hate you and come to revenge."

"Instructor, I would like to toast you, thank you for always..." The instructor who was gloating was suddenly taken aback by the new soldier's words.

"Instructor, do you think you can just run away?"

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Within two hours, everyone left the cooking class and returned to the dormitory.

"This holiday, I don't train anymore, but I feel that something is missing. Tell me, am I sick?" Han Lei complained again.

"You must be sick." At this moment, Wei Dekang replied to Han Lei.

"Then what is wrong with me?"

"It's a problem." Ding Xiaojun returned to the dormitory with a basin, just in time to hear the conversation between Han Lei and Wei Dekang.

"Xiaoba, do you have a grudge against me?" Han Lei pretended to be angry.

"I don't know if you and I have any grudges. Anyway, I don't have any grudges with you, because, I never hold grudges. If I have grudges, I will avenge them at the time." Ding Xiaojun didn't even look at Han Lei, and went straight Walked to the table and put the basin on the table.

"Little Ba, you..." Han Lei was about to attack Ding Xiaojun, but when he saw Ding Xiaojun preparing for defense, he turned to the other six and said, "Hey, why don't you pull me? You are not afraid that I will attack you." Be careful to hurt Xiaoba."

"We just wanted to see how you accidentally hurt Xiaoba." Wang Kai said to Han Lei shamelessly.

"I know that none of you are good people. Fortunately, I am more rational and stopped my bad behavior in time." Han Lei found an excuse for himself.

"Tch, I'm not looking down on you, you really don't have the guts to fight Xiaoba."

"Hey, brothers, can you still play happily? Don't know if there is a saying, you can see through it, but you are still good friends, understand." Han Lei argued to several people at once.

"Han Lei, to be honest, you are the only one with such a thick skin. Let me say something to compliment you." Ding Xiaojun looked at Han Lei and said half-jokingly.

"Xiao Ba, tell me, I like to be praised, come on, praise me to death."

"If you want me to say, it's a pity that a talent like you doesn't go to the battlefield." Ding Xiaojun's entry and exit are beyond words.

"How do you say this, what does it mean, Xiaoba, please explain clearly."

"Ask how many of them go." Ding Xiaojun pushed away Han Lei who was approaching him.

"Brothers, please explain." Han Lei begged them.

"You really want to know?" Wang Kai asked Han Lei.

"Yes, I really want to know."

"I advise you not to know."

"Brother Kai, boss, tell me."

"Xiao Ba means that you are so thick-skinned that you can block bullets."

Hearing this, Han Lei rushed towards Ding Xiaojun: "Xiaoba, I'm not done with you, ah, let go, let go, it hurts!"

Ding Xiaojun subdued the rushing Han Lei with his backhand, and his right hand was twisted behind his back by Ding Xiaojun. At this time, the squad leader also came in with a basin.

"Okay, stop playing around, come over and find a way to make dumplings." The squad leader stopped several people from fighting as soon as they came in.

"Ding Xiaojun, did you bring the noodles?" The squad leader asked Ding Xiaojun, only to see Ding Xiaojun pointing to the basin on the table.

"The squad leader brought it over a long time ago. Look, it's on the table."

"This New Year, according to the customs of our country, we have to make dumplings and eat dumplings. Now each class has received the reconciled noodles and dumpling stuffing. This dumpling has been made by each class. Now, everything is ready, let's I will leave the dumplings for the class to you guys to deal with."

"By the way, don't be too slow. The Spring Festival Gala will start just now. I'll go and see it for a while."

After speaking, the third squad leader got up and left the dormitory.

"Brothers, how do you fix it?" Han Lei spoke first.

"How else can I fix it, Baobai."

"It's just noodles and stuffing. How can you make the skin without a rolling pin?"

"Stupid, let's use the beer bottles left over from the dinner together as rolling pins," Ding Xiaojun said.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that. Brothers, wait, I'll get the bottle." Han Lei got up and ran out, and after a while, he came back with two empty wine bottles in his hand.

"Brothers, the cooking class told me that each class will cook their own dumplings tomorrow morning, and the cooking class will not cook tomorrow morning."

"Each class cooks by itself?" Ding Xiaojun pondered.

"Listen to me, everyone. When I went to the cooking class to help the cook, I found out that the cooking class uses big pots, and there are no small pots. You see that there are so many fillings and noodles. It must not be possible to make normal dumplings. Do you want to finish it quickly? Go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Xiaoba, you mean big dumplings." Wei Dekang said with an abnormal expression.

"That's right, big dumplings, wrap them quickly, and they're strong enough to eat."

"I think it's feasible." Han Lei is a lazy guy, and he immediately agreed with this opinion as soon as he heard that it would save trouble.

"Xiaoba, will this be bad? If other classes want to make normal dumplings, it will look too unusual for our class to make oversized dumplings." Wang Kai worried.

"What's wrong with the alternative, anyway, we eat by ourselves, at most it's just a reprimand from the squad leader. Don't you want to go to the Spring Festival Gala right away?"

"Yes I do."

"Just listen to me if you want to, let's do it!"

It didn't take long, and dozens of dumplings, which were no smaller than buns, were ready. Several people looked at the big dumplings with abnormal expressions on their faces.

"Okay, don't be dazed. Those who want to watch the Spring Festival Gala quickly take the small stools to the multi-function hall. Let's go." Ding Xiaojun spoke first.

"Xiao Ba, are you really going to be okay?" Wang Kai asked worriedly again.

"Brother Kai, it's all wrapped up. It's too late if something happens. Instead of worrying now, it's better to do what you want first. If something really happens, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, what should everyone do?"

A few people in the class picked up the small stools and went to the multi-purpose hall. Ding Xiaojun picked up all the dumplings, walked into the catering class, and put the dumplings on the dining table of his class, waiting for the next morning.

(End of this chapter)