Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 332 I'll Do My Best

Ma Dazhi and his group gathered around and drooled at the sight of the pork.

Milong generously took out a few French francs from his pocket and handed them to the driver who was unloading the goods.

"Boss Milong, you're rich now, you don't have to do any work yourself!"

Milong smiled and took out a handful of salt-fried soybeans from his pocket, threw them into his mouth happily and started chewing them.

"Is it appropriate for me to do it myself in my current position? Have you ever seen a boss who wants to do his own work?"

A figure rushed out of the house quickly and emptied Milong's pockets at a rapid speed.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't grab it, my commission is still in it!"

Milong became anxious when he saw Long Wenjian holding a handful of money in his hand. He didn't expect this guy to be so uncouth.

"Why is there only so much left?"

Milong snatched back a few French francs, folded them neatly and stuffed them into his pocket.

"You're lucky to have these, or are you doing this for my sake? At the current market price, you'd be lucky to be able to buy the pile in front of you!"

The war situation in the country is tense now, and most of the grain-producing areas have been occupied by the Japanese. It is true that the price of rice is getting higher day by day, not to mention pork and vermicelli.

Long Wenjian helplessly stuffed a stack of French currency into his pocket, and then instructed Ma Dazhi to start cooking pork and vermicelli.

"Ma Dazhi, Brother Snake, can you help take care of these pork vermicelli? Use your ingenuity to make the vermicelli delicious and filling?"

Ma Dazhi pulled out a black iron kitchen knife from behind him and chopped it on the broken wooden table.

"Just open your eyes and take a look at your snake brother's cooking skills!"

Ma Dazhi began to fiddle with the cabbage he had "borrowed" from somewhere else, cutting it into thin strips.

Milong's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

He stuffed the salt-fried soybeans in his hand into Doubing's hand, who was just swallowing his saliva, and pushed Ma Dazhi away.

"How can you cut the cabbage for pork and vermicelli stew like this? Why are you, a Cantonese chef, mixing it with Northeastern cuisine?"

After Milong finished speaking, he chopped the cabbage twice and threw it into the big pot, and then threw the vermicelli together with the straw tied on it into the pot.

Then came the pork, big chunks of pork.

Doubing stuffed soybeans into his mouth and put his head close to the iron pot, greedily sniffing the long-missed smell of pork like everyone else.

A pitch-black claw reached into Doubing's hand, pried open his tightly clenched fist, and dug out two soybeans.

"I'm telling you, children shouldn't eat too much soybeans! It's bad for their health!"

A strong Hunan flavor hits you in the face.

"You immortal Deng Bao, you even snatched the bean cakes, aren't you ashamed?"

Veterinarian Hao patted Deng Bao on the head and then pulled Doubing to his side.

Deng Bao jumped to the side with a grin and watched Milong take a big tree stick and stir the pot.

"You have to add soy sauce to this thing, it tastes better!"

After saying this, Milong took out the French currency he had just put in his pocket and stuffed it into Doubing's hand.

"Go buy some soy sauce, quickly!"

Doubing grabbed the money and ran out. In less than ten minutes, he came back with several bottles of soy sauce from the black market.

Milong took a bottle, bit open the cap with his mouth, and then poured soy sauce into the pot with great fanfare.

"That's right, this thing needs soy sauce, doesn't it make the taste come out immediately?"

Pork stewed with vermicelli with soy sauce exudes the purest flavor, because this is how authentic Northeastern people define it.

“My home is in the Northeast

On the Songhua River

There are forest coal mines there

And the soybeans and sorghum that cover the mountains and fields..."

As Milong sang, his throat became dry and his eyes began to water.

"Who picked up the firewood? Why is it so smoky?"

Milong rubbed his eyes, took the stick out of the pot and licked it.

"Mmm! Mmm! This is the taste. Eat it all!"

Milong threw away the stick, stepped aside, and looked at the cannon fodder rushing into the pot, and Officer Ayi waving a broken lunch box and trying his best to maintain order. He felt mixed emotions.

If he remembered correctly, the last time he made pork stewed with vermicelli for this group of cannon fodder was before their first expedition, and he was just as moved to tears that time.

Meng Fanle held two bowls high and came out from the crowd. He handed a bowl of "pork vermicelli" filled with vermicelli to the haggard-looking Long Wenjian.

"Eat something. You are just a bunch of cannon fodder. They are not good at fighting, but they are good at eating! If you don't eat now, you won't even have soup later!"

Long Wenjian chuckled and showed a sly expression.

"Hey, you feel sorry for me! Do you admit that you feel sorry for me?"

Meng Fan moved aside, picked up a rotten branch on the ground, broke it into two pieces, used it as chopsticks, and stirred it in the bowl.

"God knows who you are, if anyone feels bad for you, God will punish them with five thunderbolts! I'm just afraid that you'll die, and this bunch of cannon fodder can't even eat vermicelli once every ten days or half a month!"

This sentence seemed to touch upon what Long Wenjian was worried about, and he began to frown and sigh again.

"I heard that the guy above asked you to be the leader of the main group, but you didn't go?"

Long Wenjian nodded. It was not that he did not care about fame, wealth and power, nor was it that he valued these dozen or so veteran brothers too much.

Rather, he had served as a lieutenant quartermaster in the Gui Army for more than ten years, and he had truly seen through the rotten state of Chongqing.

If you want to do your own thing peacefully, you can't have too much involvement with Yu Xiaoqing and the regular troops.

It seemed that Meng Fanle saw through Long Wenjian's thoughts, and he could only cover himself up by pretending to be crazy.

"It's still more comfortable to be with you bunch of cannon fodder!"

Long Wenjian looked at the noisy pork vermicelli stall and suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, hey, where are the new recruits you and I recruited?"

Meng Fanle didn't even raise his head and pointed at the two dull middle-aged men at the gate of the yard. They had dull eyes and a pile of weeds on their heads. They swallowed their saliva and stared at the big iron pot in a daze.

Long Wenjian was like a fox seeing a hen, he pounced over with shining eyes.

"Hey, brothers, please come in. Do you like vermicelli or pork?"

"pork!"

"Yes, pighead!"

Long Wenjian kicked and punched his way to the iron pot, then shouted to Officer Ayi who was in charge of distributing the food.

"Hurry, hurry, give the two new brothers a bowl, and put more pork in it!"

Commander Ayi looked at the little remaining vermicelli and pork, gritted his teeth, served each of them a large bowl, and watched the two brothers wolf down the food.

"It's like a starving ghost has been reincarnated. I haven't eaten yet!"

Commander Ayi drank a few sips of soup, which temporarily calmed his gluttony.

The two brothers held their stomachs, put the bowls aside, and burped loudly.

"Have you two eaten? Do you want to register and join the Sichuan Army to serve the country?"

The two brothers looked at each other and finally regained some wisdom.

"Can I eat pork vermicelli every day?"

Long Wenjian patted his chest.

"I'll try my best!"