There were so many people on the boat and the space was so small, plus the temptation of a big meal, the queue was a bit chaotic. Everyone squeezed towards the front - the big pot of stew is basically a first-come, first-served thing. The farther you go to the back, the less you can get. Unfortunately, When it's the pot's turn, only the dregs will be left.
"One next to another, don't crowd! Everyone has a share!" The fat cook knocked on the edge of the pot and shouted loudly to maintain order. "That bastard doesn't line up properly, so I just gave him carrots and no meat. "
Although the cook's military rank is only that of a quartermaster, he is the most "powerful" person on the ship. Even the deputy captain who is the captain of the ship is very polite when talking to him. When he yells like this, the order of the team immediately improves. Quite a few.
"Fu Ji distributes rations!" The cook pointed with a big spoon, "Don't make the mistake! Today is a special ration! Thirteen, you distribute lunch boxes!"
The soldiers received the day's special ration from Fu Ji at the door: 50 grams of rum, a shriveled apple and a few pieces of fruit candies. The distribution of rum to night shift workers will be delayed until after get off work, but they can receive an extra item called an energy bar, which is something that workers on duty cannot eat. It is said that it is filled with red bean paste, and the sweet smell always makes Mao Shi angry. San An swallowed his saliva.
Fu Ji held a measuring cup - a cup was exactly 50 grams. He released the wine from the barrel and poured it one by one into the soldiers' tin cups. Then he chanted: "No drinking during duty hours."
The soldiers received apples and candies and stuffed them into their pockets. They were not allowed to drink wine and had to wait until they received food. The lunch boxes taken out from the steaming rice cabinet were piled high. Each person took one, and Mao Shisan put a few salted prunes on the lids of their lunch boxes. This stuff has antibacterial, sterilizing, detoxifying, and regulating gastrointestinal effects. The citric acid and furic acid contained in it can activate metabolism, activate blood vessels, strengthen the functions of the liver and kidneys, and excrete uric acid in the body out of the body. Eliminate fatigue. Now it has been listed as a key food to be promoted in Lingao. It is not only widely distributed among the army and navy, but also vigorously promoted among factory workers.
The soldiers whispered to each other that the mission was completed and they could go home immediately. While holding the lunch box, he squeezed towards the window with wide eyes.
The cook's big spoon sank into the pot, scooped out a full spoonful of stew and poured it into the lunch box. Because it was a mixed stew, every time he took a spoonful, he would stir it first and then scoop it up - lest the soldiers suspect that they had suffered a loss, the Soldiers' Committee was the most sensitive to food issues.
The soldiers who received the meals each found a place to eat and drink - it was too cold on the open deck, so they ate and drank in the steerage. Each person was also given a small spoonful of fried peanuts as a side dish. The drunkard started rowing, and Oscar jumped into the steerage, meowing excitedly, pacing between his legs to look for bones, and the boat was very lively.
The orderlies working in the small kitchen were extremely busy, and even the cook, who usually never handled the chief's meals, was also helping. Probably because he was too busy, the orderly who was usually the most arrogant, the leader of Xueweini, said bossily: "You, come here and get this."
Mao Shisan lowered his eyebrows and leaned over to take a look. He was shocked to see what the leader was eating: a piece of beef with no bones removed. It was not cooked through and still had blood juice. Next to it, there were a few unknown meats. The vegetables are also raw; there are also fried potato chips. Mao Shisan knew that it was not fresh. He had fried it long ago and put it in a vat. He would fry it again when needed. Isn't this leftover food? There are several pieces of bone-in meat in the red soup. Mao Shisan immediately thought, isn't this a cow's tail? Are you, your followers, just giving this to the god-like leader? Mao Shisan almost burst into tears thinking about it. If the angry eyes were really a sword, the back of the orderly in front would have been riddled with holes. Mao Shisan wanted to pick up the tray and slap the bastard on the head, but he didn't dare. .
The cook brought a lid and put it on the dish: "Quick, follow me!"
The officer's mess room on the Haitian is very small and can only accommodate twelve people. The restaurant also serves as the ship's operational command room and conference room.
The Navy is a military branch where farting is etiquette and the differences between officers and soldiers are most obvious. The Haitian boat is small, so it cannot be staged when sailing on the sea. After arriving at Duozhi Island, it can be staged a little, and today it is a formal stage. The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, a complete set of tableware, and a porcelain vase - but there were no flowers in March in Liaodong, so it had to be left empty.
The orderlies had all put on ironed uniforms, their backs were straight, and white napkins were hanging on their arms.
In addition to several elders, there were also naturalized civilian officers on the ship who were accompanying them at the dinner table. Each of them had changed into a neatly pressed uniform and sat meticulously. On the other hand, several elders were dressed more casually, and Xue Ziliang even wore his chest open.
Because it was Huang Hua's reception, he took the seat of guest of honor. At this moment, he was bragging about how he showed his domineering power in front of Huang Taiji. When he saw Mao Shisan, who was wearing an old military uniform without a military rank, coming in, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Who is this?"
"The way he was rescued during the survey in Lushun fell down, and he was raised in the cabin for several days, so you haven't seen him." Xue Ziliang said carelessly: "Let him go ashore when we return to Lingao."
Only a porcupine sound was heard, but it was Mao Shisan who knelt down and chewed his head like garlic: "Chief, don't drive me off the boat. I am willing to work hard for the chief for the rest of my life. I just ask the chief not to drive me off the boat." "
The orderly who had lost face was so angry that he kicked Mao Shisan, who was in a puddle of mud, and tried to pull him up. Huang Hua stretched out his hand to stop the orderly: "This is a native of Liaodong, right? Why don't you leave Pooh to me?"
"No, the Foreign Intelligence Service has already stipulated that intelligence agents sent abroad must undergo purification and training."
"The temperament of a trained intelligence agent is different. It's easy to identify a caring native, and I don't necessarily want him to be an intelligence agent."
"Okay, even so, we have to go through the formalities at the Jeju Island Reception and Distribution Center."
Mao Shisan, who was already immersed in fear, did not hear the conversation of the elders at all. He was completely immersed in the fear of waking up. He always thought that being on the Haitian No. was a dream, and he was afraid that when he woke up, he would return to the drafty hut. Now I suddenly discovered that the real life is on the boat, and the dream is on the boat, and it is the most terrible nightmare.
Mao Shisan was dragged out in a daze, and everyone in the officers' mess began to eat. Except for Xue Ziliang who had the steak set meal to himself, everyone else had Chinese and Western dishes: divided into separate meals.
Huang Hua ate beef fried rice noodles, and Lao Gengniu's beef was very old. Fortunately, the cook had baking soda as a cheat, and he could at least make it edible. Plus order mung bean sprouts and fresh garlic leaves grown on the boat.
"What are you eating?" He looked at the plate of something that looked suspiciously like raw meat in front of Xue Ziliang.
"Steak. Bone-in."
"I know it's steak, but how mature are you? I think it's definitely not 30%, it's hard to say even 10%..."
Xue Ziliang laughed:
"Put it on the grill and cook it for ten seconds on the front side and ten seconds on the back side, so that you can really taste the tenderness of the beef. Three degrees is too cooked."
When he cut it with the knife, he saw a stream of blood flowing out, as if the cow that provided the piece of meat had just been stabbed. Chief Xue frowned: It was cut too hastily.
He picked up the barbecue sauce jar next to him and dug out a spoonful, smearing the reddish-brown sauce on the meat wantonly, as if the cow had fallen into a pool of its own blood, and the blood was mixed with soil and was smeared all over the body. . Xue Ziliang forked the cut meat with satisfaction, and saw the pale meat pieces smeared with reddish brown slowly rising up, past the thick chest hair in front of Xue Weini's open clothes, and went straight to Chief Xue's big mouth, and finally the meat pieces disappeared between his teeth Between the tongue and the tongue - his lips closed mercifully, so that the audience did not have to witness the last moment of the tragic fate of the piece of meat.
Chief Huang, who was dining nearby, witnessed all this. He looked away smartly, trying not to be rude while suppressing the urge to feel sick.
However, the meat of this steak was obviously a bit too old. Even with the double treatment of a mallet and baking soda, Xue Ziliang had to move his cheeks many times before swallowing.
"This cow is really old and virtuous." Wang Ruixiang took a bite of his oyster sauce beef slices and couldn't help but groan.
Several people chatted while eating. The naturalized civilian officers were very knowledgeable and left the table one after another after eating to a certain extent. Everyone knows that the chiefs will discuss confidential issues next.
Huang Hua waited until all the naturalized civilian officers and servicemen had left, then he took out a small notebook from his side and began to talk about the specific process and gains of this trip to Shenyang. This is not only a "briefing meeting", but also has an informal reporting nature. The three-person team on the Haitian will make a formal report based on this.
"Is it necessary to set up a commercial store in Shenyang?" Although setting up a commercial store was part of the original plan, Xue Ziliang couldn't help but question it. He looked at the issue purely from a military perspective. Once a business office is established in Shenyang, the special reconnaissance team will inevitably make plans for defense and retreat. It is another burden for the Special Reconnaissance Command, which has increasingly heavy tasks. If Huang Hua stayed there by himself, the responsibility would become especially heavy.
"With the trade center, we can always keep abreast of the Tatar's movements, and it can be regarded as a frontier stronghold in the future." Huang Hua said, "Only after I went to visit this time did I realize how difficult Houjin is in the national economy. They are really poor. Crazy. As soon as trade develops, in order to obtain more trade goods, they will desperately break through the customs and contain the Ming Dynasty. Not only will we benefit, but the peasant rebels will also benefit. The Ming Dynasty fights on two fronts in the north, No matter what, they don’t care about what we are doing in Guangdong and Guangxi.”
"I mean, if there are elders stationed in the business hall, the risk is too great." Xue Ziliang picked up the French fries and started chewing, "What if the barbarian's brain short-circuited?" (To be continued.)
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