The sound is like a bugle.
Zhou Hai, who looked helpless, took the three guys who were taking advantage of the situation and returned to the dormitory first. He took out a small amount of cash and then charged straight into the college cafeteria with his elite cavalry.
Opening a small stove does not violate the regulations. The academy allows it to exist from an objective perspective. All pilots in the Air Force system are treasures and there will be no restrictions on diet.
But there is only one requirement - under the condition that the daily meal standards for student pilots are met, if the dishes exceed the quota, money must be paid, and food must not be wasted.
It is impossible for the cooking class to waste manpower and material resources and then pay for it.
Food is even more precious. You have to finish whatever food you order. If you choose to waste food, I'm sorry. The playground is ten kilometers away and you have to work in the kitchen field for a month.
Pilots are indeed treasures of the Air Force, but they cannot be arrogant and complacent and trample on the bottom line.
Food is one of the bottom lines.
At noon, a group of people from dormitory 308 arrived at the college cafeteria, passed through the cafeteria window where people were queuing for meals, walked straight into the single-row air service area, and chose the window seat at the end on the right side.
The air service stove is exclusive to pilots. Ordinary soldiers and ground service officers are not eligible to come in to eat, but pilots must also come here to eat.
However, this requirement is only for serious pilots. There are no such strict restrictions for pilot students. They can eat the large stoves and air crew stoves in the canteen outside.
"Master Wang, Lao Wang!" Xiao Nan shouted towards the depths of the stove as he stepped into the Kongqin stove.
A strong and burly middle-aged man came out, wearing a white chef's hat and apron, holding an iron spoon in his hand, and shouted: "What are you shouting for, Xiao Wawa, you are a fairy, I'm busy." Very, what’s going on?!”
As the leader of the cooking team, Lao Wang is not as obese as expected, but instead exudes a tough aura.
"Comrade Lao Wang, four of us, prepare a few dishes and get some drinks, and it will be enough for two hundred yuan." Xiao Nan showed a smile on his face and handed the two hundred yuan to Squad Leader Wang.
The money was given by Zhou Hai, and Xiao Tiegongji, who was already famous in the boys' dormitory, would not advance Zhou Hai.
Squad leader Wang looked at Xiao Nan and Zhou Hai who were seated, and nodded: "Okay, I'll get it for you in a few minutes."
After finishing his words, he turned around and walked into the Kongqin stove.
"Hurry up." Xiao Nan shouted, "I'm hungry."
The voice of Team Leader Wang came from the other side of the stove room: "Hurry with a hammer, hurry up!"
Xiao Nan, with a smile on his face, returned to his seat by the window. At this time, meal time had just arrived, and there were only four people in dormitory 308 in the air service stove.
Zhou Hai heard the familiar Trump accent and was a little curious: "I didn't see Squad Leader Wang at the last dinner. Is he from Sichuan Province?"
The first time Xiao Nan invited Jie Feng Yan to the cafeteria was in the cafeteria outside. He ordered a few dishes at random, but Zhou Hai didn't see Squad Leader Wang.
"I forgot to introduce you before. My name is Wang Ping. He is from Deshi, Sichuan Province. He is a national first-class chef. His skills are amazing. He retired from the special forces before and later transferred from the army to the air force to work in the cooking class." Xiao Nan laughed. He smiled and sat next to Zhao Ziqing: "With Lao Wang's skills, after retiring from the army and changing jobs, he can easily earn tens of thousands a month."
Zhou Hai was stunned: "From the special forces to the cooking class?"
From the Army Special Forces to the Air Force Cooking Class, the leap seems a bit big.
"Did Squad Leader Wang commit something?" Han Li asked doubtfully.
"I don't know the details, and Lao Wang didn't mention it. Regardless of this, don't ask." Xiao Nan shrugged.
Time passed slowly, and not long after, exquisite and tempting dishes were served to the table by a soldier from the cooking class, Mapo tofu, ants climbing a tree, white-cut chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork with pickled vegetables, palace Diced chicken, plus a bottle of fresh orange juice.
Xiao Nan filled everyone's glasses with fresh orange juice one by one, and stood up to raise their glasses: "Come on, everyone, raise your glasses. To celebrate Comrade Zhou Hai's passing the first flight, and to celebrate Comrade Zhou Hai's marriage to the L-15C Falcon wife, cheers!"
"I wish Comrade Zhou Hai a safe flight!" Zhao Ziqing said with a smile, the fresh orange juice in the glass swaying slightly.
Han Li looked serious, stared at Zhou Hai, and extended his blessing: "I wish Comrade Zhou Hai an early solo flight!"
"I wish you all a smooth graduation and become real pilots." Zhou Hai raised his glass to celebrate with a smile on his face.
Fresh orange juice was used instead of wine, and after some blessings, everyone drank it down.
"Come on, let's all eat." After drinking the orange juice in one sip, Xiao Nan put down the glass and said with a smile on his face, a look of relief on his face.
Zhou Hai was slightly helpless when he heard Xiao Nan's anti-customer words: "I think I should say this."
"No one can tell..." Xiao Nan winked.
"Squeak!" At this moment, the closed door of Kongqin Zao was gently pushed open, and a group of unexpected figures entered the dining area.
Han Li, who was picking up a piece of Mapo Tofu with chopsticks, was stunned when he saw this group of figures, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The most dazzling Wang Zhuyu, Bai Tangfei who looks like a humble gentleman, Yi Xuewu with sharp figure, Tong Yuan who slightly raises his chin, and four crash course students including Zhang Jian, Zhao Yingping, Wu Cheng and Wang Guo.
All eight members of the crash course arrived.
The atmosphere in the dining area was condensed. Xiao Nan and Zhao Ziqing frowned slightly. They both put down their chopsticks and looked at the crowd.
Is this to stir up trouble?
No, these people shouldn't be crazy.
"Everyone, are you ready for dinner? Do you want to join us?" Zhou Hai put down his chopsticks and smiled at Wang Zhuyu and others with a faint polite smile on his face, showing off his demeanor as the master of the table.
The visitor is a guest, and he will not cause conflicts for no reason.
Although, Zhou Hai really didn't know the purpose of this group of crash course students' sudden collective visit.
Bai Tangfei stood in front of everyone, with a handsome face and sharp edges. He raised his hand and saluted Zhou Hai: "Brother Zhou Hai, I'm sorry, I was too busy training before. I heard the news about your first flight today and rushed over. Congratulations on your successful first flight. Get to know Bai Tangfei."
"Hello, classmate Bai Tangfei."
After hearing these words, Zhou Hai understood what he meant. He stood up straight and raised his hand in return.
This is recognition from the crash course students, which means that they are truly accommodated and accepted by the collective.
Although Zhou Hai didn't care about the tolerance and acceptance of this group of 'student elites'.
Bai Tangfei, who ranked second overall in the crash course, lived in dormitory 101. We met many times, but there was no communication.
However, Wang Zhuyu and Yi Xuewu, the two female team high school students, were different. They met in private and gave them a polite smile.
Tong Yuan, who came in fourth, was even more so, acting coldly as if his wife had been robbed.
However, strictly speaking, it seems that I really stole this guy's wife?
