Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

The teammates of Meng Nanmu's small class basically finished their own breakfast making quickly.

The process is rough but simple, but the result is a bit unbearable to look directly at it.

After some big brothers finished wrapping the rice balls, there was half a stick of fried dough sticks exposed out of the rice ball very carelessly... Some even got the rice ball on the military uniform, and I don’t know how he made it... even one The rice ball that can be held with one hand is wrapped into a super-large ball. It takes two hands to hold it together. Obviously, the glutinous rice is continuously stacked on top of it. I am worried that it will be able to bite in the end.

Liu Weiwei looked at it for a while, and simply walked away, not seeing it.

But she can also understand.

After all, it was difficult at the beginning. It would be more difficult for the guys who are used to drinking nutrients to cook their own breakfast.

But over time, if you become proficient, you will naturally be quick and good in shape.

She sees that robots in the dormitory are also helping to fold the quilts. Even some quilts are made of advanced materials. They become neat carry-on baggage like dried tofu. The kind that can go on the battlefield at any time does not need soldiers at all. They work by themselves.

The good hands-on virtues of the past have evolved into such things as wiping weapons and maintaining mechas.

They are accustomed to reorganizing these hard and cold things, and suddenly they start to squeeze a soft and easily concave shape of the rice ball, which is strange, and produces all kinds of moths.

But Liu Weiwei glanced at the time, and the slowest one took five minutes to wrap up the rice ball.

This speed will not waste the soldiers' eating time and will not delay their training plan.

She dragged a stool comfortably, sat in the cooking room and started to get on her star network.

The soldiers in the cafeteria outside were all stunned by the taste of the food they made by themselves.

Meng Nanmu was the first to complete, although his appearance was ugly.

He hadn't eaten the high-level cuisine of the canteen chef, and he was disappointed and sad, but he couldn't help being hungry.

In the morning, they did a one-hour zipper exercise before coming to help. Now that he was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back, he hesitated for ten seconds. By the way, he took a picture of his virgin ugly work and opened his mouth fiercely. Bit down.

Soldiers are bold and unrestrained. They either don't eat or eat a big bite!

Meng Nanmu was mentally prepared to be unpalatable. After all, he followed the robot's instructions and almost poured a spoonful of sugar outside.

But... when his cheeks were filled with rice and his teeth were chewing hard, his eyes slowly straightened.

Zhe rice is a mixture of glutinous rice and rice in a certain ratio. It is chewy but sweet.

When biting in the mouth, the firm taste, the rice grains that have not melted for a long time, will chew more and more!

Rice is also rich in explosive taste.

A big mouthful of glutinous rice, squeezed by the bite of the two rows of teeth, mixed with the strong and tenacious golden fried dough sticks angrily, and a gorgeous sweetness burst out on the tip of the tongue... Meng Nanmu realized it afterwards. It was the spoonful of sugar he shook in.

Fragrant, too fragrant.

Obviously, the outermost rice carp was completely distracted by him, and it looked bland and tasteless when bitten into his mouth, but after biting and chewing hard, I finally encountered the spoonful of white sugar, and finally the sweetness diffused, and every grain rolled over. □□'s rice grains drop a bit of sweetness...

It’s just like when they run long-distance weight-bearing exercises every morning when they reach 20 kilometers, they start to sweat profusely and gasp, but finally the exciting finish line and the moving whistle for the end of the training are ushered in the next moment, the golden fritters are like Shu The comfortable clothes rolled under the shower, washing the exhaustion of the refreshing water, and the mouthful of candy was more like a sweet dream that fell on the dormitory bed and squinted for a while.

Patience and struggle are for the last bite of sweetness!

Meng Nanmu really wants to work in the cafeteria for another whole year.

But soon, the first 25% of the sergeants who had finished training poured into the canteen, shattering his dreams.

Meng Nanmu looked back, looking for the chef in the cafeteria, but he didn't see half of it.

He hurriedly swallowed his rice **** in a few mouthfuls, drank the soy milk, and organized the class to maintain order.

"Please choose any robot to line up and keep quiet."

Wearing a uniform apron in the canteen, Meng Nanmu quickly let his small class comrades look after each other by the side of the rice bucket.

They were originally on duty, but they didn't expect that soon as a pioneer in making rice balls, they turned into instructors and even critics.

"Second Lieutenant, the mustard has fallen on the ground, please be careful not to waste food."

"This private soldier, I don't dig too much for the rice dumplings, and I can't cover the fried dough sticks."

"Comrade, the sweet taste is sugar, and the salty taste mustard mustard. Do you want to add both? Are you sure?"

"Lieutenant, all the materials are for one person. Do you want to make two? Then there is an additional charge."

"Company commander, if you press this way, the fritters are broken. A little lighter, yes, that's it."

"It's going to be a ball, after all, the name is rice ball, right?"

The whole canteen is full of guidance sounds of this kind.

Every sergeant who queued up and found out that he wanted to make something for himself was shocked.

But no one dared to complain. They used to drink nutrient supplements. Now some people make good food. Who would dare to say nothing to the chef?

I don't want to eat, yes, there are still 75% of people waiting behind, and they are thrown out of the canteen in minutes, okay?

Even Lin Renhu, who is clumsy and usually very hot-tempered, is now as obedient as a primary school student, with sweat from his forehead, and he is very patient, very studious, and has been around Robot One.

"I use less glutinous rice, is it possible to make two? Make a small sweet bite, and then a small salty bite, ah, then I will also split the fried dough sticks in half."

When the people in the line heard it, their eyes lit up.

"Lin Lieutenant, this is a good idea."

"Wait, I'll wait for Lieutenant Lin to try it first. I will pack which flavor is delicious!"

"Why didn't I expect it? It makes sense!"

Lin Renhu didn't even pay attention to the discussion next to him, he was simply giving it up to eat some delicious food.

He found that the cook in the cafeteria liked to give them some horrible multiple-choice questions from day one.

For example, Chuanchuanxiang, spicy or non-spicy, oily dish or dry dish.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand at first, and suffered a big loss.

The dry dish is spicy and refreshing, while the oil dish is incredibly fragrant, and the two-phase mixture is tut... beautiful and unforgettable.

Later, it’s stinky tofu again, choose tomato sauce or chili sauce...

Oops, Lin Renhu almost got caught up in the chef again.

The non-spicy tomato sauce is sweet and sour. After training, eating a piece of stinky tofu covered with sweet and sour sauce is extremely happy.

But needless to say the chili sauce, a roll of chili oil can make him as cool and happy as if he had been shot three hundred shots.

Finally, he found that eating together, tut...it was spicy first, then sweet and sour, and finally lingering on the tip of the tongue was another sour and spicy...Oh, hey, he felt that he had eaten stinky tofu for so many days, and he unlocked the correct eating. the way.

Now... the chef is here again!

Multiple choice question, this is simply a multiple choice question!

Sweet and salty, Lin Renhu can't miss it.

It took the boss's energy to split the one-person rice ball into two abruptly, and he made two **** with great care.

Finally, I used the old-fashioned little bit, and first had a bite of sweet rice ball.

"How?"

"Old Lin, just say it!"

"Quick!"

Gee...

"Yes, it tastes okay."

Lin Renhu, a tough guy, nodded frantically while talking.

The people in the line died anxiously, "Where is the salty? Hurry up!"

Lin Renhu took the salty mouth without hurriedly, and his eyes flashed again in an instant, "Yes, this is also very possible!"

A group of people in line looked up at the sky.

If the language is not good, it will kill you!

You can come or go, are there any other words for stepping on horses?

"Xiao Lin, just say, which one is delicious!" Someone with a high rank couldn't help shouting.

"Yes, yes, I have to say one, which one is better?"

Lin Renhu took another hand and chewed a few bites. "It must be said-eat sweet first, then salty!"

"..."

In the end, he was almost beaten by a group.

"Fuck! Everyone has different tastes, I like both, can't you?"

**

Liu Weiwei didn't expect that she had an idea last night to let the sergeants cover their own food, which was so successful in the end.

After she was on the star network, she came out of the cooking room to see that all the rice buckets outside were empty, and there were no fried dough sticks left, and even the mustard tuber was completely clean.

According to Meng Nanmu, who was left to clean up last, the rice **** were very well received and very popular. Everyone explained that they would like to continue eating tomorrow.

Liu Weiwei was quite happy.

She glanced at the time and remembered that the major who worked hard, could only go back to the cooking room to make him a bowl of pimple soup with the leftover dishes from last night, glanced at the ingredients in the space, and then fried him a round poached egg , Cut the pork into strips and fry it in the pan, barely put it into a tonkatsu.

The noodle soup and vegetables were all put in the food box, and she was going to send it to him.

But she couldn't enter the training building, so she could only hand it over to soldiers standing guard outside.

As soon as the soldier saw her, he saluted and called his sister-in-law loudly.

Liu Weiwei blushed for a while, watching the soldier standing under the scorching sun, her lips were a little dry and chapped, she didn't know if she had eaten breakfast, and she felt a little sympathy for this baby.

It may be due to the excessive secretion of estrogen in the body recently, and she has become more and more of a mother's nature. Seeing anyone working hard, she feels a little painful and a bit unbearable.

Liu Weiwei looked at the space, took out a mango smoothie she was going to relieve herself, put it in the incubator, and put it on the window sill next to him.

"Eat during rest."

The soldier almost spoke with excitement, but he immediately thought that he could stand guard and couldn't move around or talk to others, so he could only watch her leave gratefully.

Liu Weiwei herself thought she had only done a trivial thing.

It's just a mango smoothie, it's not a lot of trouble, and it's worthless.

But I didn't expect that since this day, she would become the most popular military wife in the military camp.