Wu Tong was furious and was about to call someone to deal with Lin Yue. When he pushed him with his hand, he lost his footing and fell headfirst. His forehead was almost broken by a brick.
"If you dare to say anything too harshly, your legs will be broken."
Lin Yue walked forward while talking, Liu Feng said: "What are you doing?"
"Work." Lin Yue said: "If you don't work, what will so many people eat at night?"
Work?
He beats people like this and still wants to work?
Liu Feng was a little confused about the situation.
Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and others also looked puzzled. What's the difference between this and walking on the street and breaking someone's legs and then saying that you are blocking my view of beautiful women.
On the second floor opposite, two people also witnessed the fight in front.
"This Lin Yue, even the deputy squad leader dared to hit him. He rebelled against him." Wang Lingzhi, the squad leader of the cooking squad, was about to step in to take charge when the chief of staff stopped him: "Wait a minute."
"quartermaster……"
"look."
Wang Lingzhi walked to the window and looked across.
The guy who broke the rules had two packages of noodles on his left shoulder, two packages of noodles on his right shoulder, and one package in his hand. The weight was more than 150 kilograms. He walked briskly into the grain warehouse as if he was empty.
"Yes, there is a lot of strength."
"But the Chief of Staff...he...he just beat someone up."
Although Wang Lingzhi was surprised by Lin Yue's sudden display of brute force, his focus was still on the fight. As a squad leader, he must manage his soldiers well. This guy dared to fight even the deputy squad leader, so he couldn't One day I put my fist on his face.
"Then what do you want? Put him in confinement? Transfer him to another unit? Three are injured, one is punished, and half of the cooking team is missing. When will dinner be served?"
"But……"
"Okay, send the person to the infirmary first. I will report Lin Yue's beating to the political commissar."
When Wang Lingzhi heard this, he could only suppress his anger and went downstairs to find a hygienist.
…
Half an hour later.
After settling Han Dazhi, Fu Zhuoran, and Sun Tao, Wang Lingzhi returned to the kitchen and saw a group of female soldiers watching from a distance.
The chief secretary called them to help the cook, not to watch the fun. The fight was over, why are they gathering here?
He walked over angrily, looked inside, and found that the Chief Secretary was also there.
What's going on?
"Ler me get through."
He separated the female soldiers blocking the door and squeezed to the front to take a look.
Good guy, there are ten large basins in front of the chopping board. Inside are the dough that has been mixed. The whole dough is round and smooth, with no graininess at all.
Next to the stove, Lin Yue operated the largest wok in the cooking class with his right hand. He shook the spoon, stirred, added oil, added salt, and sprinkled MSG... all in one go. The clanking sound of the iron pot and the spoon was very rhythmic, while his left hand Not idle, I grabbed two eggs and knocked them on the edge of the stove. I squeezed them into the basin for filling. The egg liquid was put into the basin and the eggshells into the bucket. When I was done, I picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful from the iron pot on the other stove. Heat oil and pour it into the basin.
Hiss~
The aroma suddenly burst out and spread throughout the kitchen.
Behind him, two cooking soldiers stood with awkward expressions. They were driven to the corner by Lin Yue because in the past half hour, not only could they not keep up with his rhythm, but they also kept holding back. It's causing chaos.
Wang Lingzhi rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong.
That boy usually does things like moving, lifting, feeding pigs and choosing vegetables. When has he ever held a spoon? Did you cook?
What's going on now?
This cooking skill... is as proficient as having practiced in the kitchen for thirty or forty years. The key is that he multitasks and does the work of three or four people by himself.
"Wu Tong, what's going on?"
The deputy squad leader said with a grimace: "How do I know what this kid is having today? Squad monitor, is he possessed by a ghost?"
Hao Shuwen, who was standing next to him, gave him a fierce look: "What are you talking about? What the hell is going on? This is feudal superstition."
It was okay that she didn't speak. When she spoke, she startled Lin Yue who was stir-frying the stuffing. He said without raising his head: "It's almost time. People from your dance team and band come over and roll out the dough."
Chen Can, Zhu Ke and others were dissatisfied with his attitude and stood there without moving.
Later, the chief clerk said with an expressionless face: "If you don't help with the cooking, you won't have a share in eating dumplings at night."
Who dares to offend the Secretary-General?
In charge of food, equipment, procurement, money... Whenever he gets angry, the political commissar will have a headache.
No matter how unhappy those soldiers who had once laughed at Lin Yue were, they could only calm down, walk to the side of the chopping board, take out the dough from the basin, cut it into small pieces, and roll it out.
Lin Yue turned a blind eye to all this, took the stir-fried stuffing out of the pot, added water to wash the pot, wiped away the grease with a broom, put it on the stove, and continued the work at hand.
Liu Feng pinched his thigh. It hurt a lot, indicating that this was not a dream.
Comrade Xiaolin, who was ridiculed in the band and ostracized in the kitchen, was familiar to him better than anyone else. He was okay at playing the erhu, but terrible at playing the violin. As for cooking... he usually made noodles and steamed steamed buns. Work such as cooking is done by the squad leader and the chef. Now Lin Yue has only seen this skill from the elderly chefs in the back kitchens of some state-owned restaurants.
What the hell does this happen?
"Liu Feng..."
"Liu Feng!"
"Ah?" Liu Feng looked back and saw that it was the Chief Secretary calling him.
"Chief Secretary, you called me?"
"Were you present when Lin Yue and Han Dazhi had a conflict this afternoon?"
"Yes, I'm here."
"Tell me about the situation."
"good."
…
at dusk.
Xiao Suizi walked into the cafeteria carrying a lunch box.
It was already full of people, talking, laughing, drinking water, chopsticks and spoons clinking against the rim of the bowl, in short it was very loud.
She first went to the window and made a bowl of dumplings. She opened the window and looked inside a few more times. She walked to Lin Dingding and sat down next to Lin Dingding with a suspicious look on her face: "Hey, I heard that there was a fight between people in the cooking class this afternoon?"
Hao Shuwen asked her to take recruit He Xiaoping to take a bath. The two stayed in the bathhouse for a long time, so they didn't know what happened in the kitchen. She only found out about it when she heard others talking about it on the way to the canteen.
"Yeah." Lin Dingding pouted, with an unhappy look on her face, and turned the dumplings in the bowl over. She is from Shanghai and likes to eat rice but not dumplings: "It's a fight."
"Who is fighting whom?"
"I was in a band before, and my violin playing was a mess. I couldn't learn it well no matter how much I was taught. Later I was transferred to the cooking class, Lin Yue."
"Lin Yue? Is that the Lin Yue who pulled Erquan Yingyue and made the squad leader cry?"
"Yes, it's him."
Lin Dingding held her chin with her right hand, and her frowning look was quite a bit like Lin Daiyu's delicate look.
Xiao Suizi was stunned when he heard this: "How could he fight with others?"
She had a deep impression of Lin Yue. He was often made fun of by the band members because of his honest, honest, dull and talkative nature. Later, when he learned to play the violin, he made many mistakes and was scolded many times by Liao Shifan, the leader of the band, and was finally thrown into the kitchen. Work as a cook.
Everyone in the art troupe knows that he is a soft persimmon who is easy to control. What happened today, that a soft persimmon also imitates others in fighting?
Lin Dingding said gloomily: "Not only did he fight with others, he also sent Han Dazhi and the others to the infirmary."
She was not interested in talking about it. It wasn't that she didn't like gossiping, it was just that she didn't like gossiping about Lin Yue, the cook. But since her roommate asked, she had no choice but to answer truthfully.
"ah?"
Xiao Suizi was shocked. Lin Yue, who could call anyone around, not only started a fight, but also beat three people into the infirmary. This was simply... she could only use the word "unbelievable" to describe it.
"Is he so good at fighting?"
Lin Dingding didn't want to waste words on this matter with her, so he asked: "Where is He Xiaoping? Why didn't you see her coming with you?"
Xiao Suizi said: "I didn't know that she had been bathing in the bathhouse for a long time. I was so bored that I went out for a walk, but when I came back there was no one there."
At this moment, Liu Feng walked in from outside carrying a tea jar and lunch box.
Lin Dingding glanced at his figure and rested her head lower, looking like a weak and yandere: "I don't want to eat dumplings."
"Give."
Liu Feng pushed the lunch box in front of him: "I know you don't like dumplings, look what this is."
