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Wu Tong was furious, and was about to call for someone to clean up Lin Yue, but when he pushed him with his hand, his whole body couldn't stand firmly, and he fell headfirst, his forehead was almost broken by the blue brick.

"If you dare to force me again, I will break your legs."

Lin Yue walked forward while talking, Liu Feng said: "What are you doing?"

"Work." Lin Yue said, "What do so many people eat at night if they don't work?"

work?

He beat people like this and still wants to work?

Liu Feng was a little confused about the situation.

Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and the others also looked puzzled. This is no different from breaking a human leg while walking on the street and saying that you are blocking me from seeing beautiful women.

On the second floor opposite, two people also witnessed the fight ahead.

"This Lin Yue, even the deputy squad leader dared to hit him, and it turned against him." Wang Lingzhi, the squad leader of the cooking squad, was about to come forward to take charge of the matter, but the secretary stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"quartermaster……"

"look."

Wang Lingzhi walked to the window and looked across.

The guy who broke the discipline had two bags of noodles on his left shoulder, two bags on his right shoulder, and a bag in his hand, carrying a load of more than 150 kilograms. He walked briskly into the grain warehouse like an empty body.

"Yes, there is a lot of strength."

"But the chief...he...he just beat someone up."

Although Wang Lingzhi was surprised by Lin Yue's sudden brute force, his focus was still on the fight. As a squad leader, he had to manage his soldiers well. This guy even dared to fight the deputy squad leader. One day, I put my fist on his face.

"Then what do you want? Put him in confinement? Transfer to another unit? Three were injured, one was punished, and half of a cooking team lost its staff. When will dinner be eaten?"

"But……"

"Okay, send him to the infirmary first, and I will report to the political commissar about Lin Yue's beating."

When Wang Lingzhi heard this, he could only suppress his inner anger and went downstairs to find the hygienist.

...

half an hour later.

After Han Dazhi, Fu Zhuoran, and Sun Tao settled down, Wang Lingzhi returned to the kitchen and saw a group of female soldiers watching from afar.

The chief secretary called them here to help the cook, not to watch the fun. The fight is over, so what are you still doing here?

He walked over with a bit of anger, looked inside, and found that the chief secretary was there.

What's the situation?

"Ler me get through."

He separated the female soldiers blocking the gate and squeezed to the front for a look.

Good guy, there are ten large pots in front of the chopping board, and inside are the kneaded dough, which is round and smooth as a whole, without any graininess.

Next to the stove, Lin Yue operated the largest frying pan in the cooking class with his right hand, turning the spoon, stirring, refueling, adding salt, and sprinkling MSG... all in one go. I was not idle either, I grabbed two eggs and knocked them on the edge of the stove, squeezed them into the filling pot, put the egg liquid into the pot, and put the eggshells into the bucket, then picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful from the iron pot of another stove Heat oil, and pour it into a basin.

hiss~

The fragrance came out all of a sudden, and it wafted all over the kitchen.

Behind him, two cooking soldiers stood with embarrassing faces. They were driven to the corner by Lin Yue, because during the half hour, not only could they not keep up with his rhythm, but they kept pulling their hind legs, purely Add chaos.

Wang Lingzhi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong.

That kid usually does things like lifting, feeding pigs and choosing vegetables. When did he master the ladle? Fried vegetables?

What's going on now?

This culinary art...is as proficient as he has practiced in the kitchen for thirty or forty years. The key is that he is multitasking, and he does the work of three or four people by himself.

"Wu Tong, what's going on?"

The deputy squad leader said with a bitter face: "I don't know what kind of trouble this kid has today, squad leader, he can't be a ghost, right?"

Hao Shuwen next to him gave him a hard look: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about, it's a feudal superstition."

It was good that she didn't speak, but when she spoke, Lin Yue, who was stirring the stuffing, was startled, and without raising her head, she said, "It's almost time, people from your dance team and band come over to roll the dough."

Chen Can, Zhu Ke and others were displeased with his attitude and stood there without moving.

Later, the Chief Secretary said with a blank expression: "If you don't help the cook, you don't have a share in eating dumplings at night."

Who dares to offend the chief secretary?

Taking care of food, equipment, purchases, and money... Whenever he gets angry, the political commissar will have a headache.

No matter how upset those soldiers who had ridiculed Lin Yue were, they could only calm down, walked to the chopping board, took out the dough in the basin, cut it into small pieces and rolled it out.

Lin Yue turned a blind eye to all this, took the stuffing out of the pot, added water to wash the pot, wiped off the grease with a cooking broom, put it on the stove, and continued with the work at hand.

Liu Feng pinched his thigh and it hurt, which meant it wasn't a dream.

Comrade Xiao Lin, who was ridiculed in the band and excluded in the kitchen, is more familiar than anyone else. He is good at playing the erhu, but not good at playing the violin. He is not good at cooking... he usually makes noodles and steamed buns. Stir-frying is done by the squad leader and chefs. Now Lin Yue, he has only seen this skill from the senior chefs in the back kitchens of some state-owned restaurants.

What the hell does this happen?

"Liu Feng..."

"Liu Feng!"

"Ah?" Liu Feng turned his head and saw that it was the chief secretary calling him.

"Secretary, are you calling me?"

"Were you there when Lin Yue and Han Dazhi clashed in the afternoon?"

"Yes, I am here."

"Tell me about the situation."

"good."

...

at dusk.

Xiao Suizi walked into the cafeteria carrying the lunch box.

The inside was already full of people, talking and laughing, drinking water, chopsticks and spoons bumping against the edge of the bowl, in short, there was a lot of noise.

She went to the window to make a bowl of dumplings first, then looked in through the window a few more times, walked to Lin Dingding and sat down next to Lin Dingding suspiciously: "Hey, I heard that people from the cooking class started fighting this afternoon?"

Hao Shuwen asked her to take recruit He Xiaoping to take a bath. The two of them stayed in the bath for a long time, so they didn't know what happened in the kitchen. She only learned about it when she heard other people's discussions on the way to the cafeteria.

"Yeah." Lin Dingding pouted, her face was full of displeasure, she flipped the dumplings in the bowl over and over, she is from Shanghai, she likes to eat rice, but not dumplings: "It's fighting."

"Who is fighting whom?"

"I used to stay in the band, the violin is a mess, no matter how I teach it, I can't learn it well. Later, Lin Yue was transferred to the cooking class."

"Lin Yue? Is that Lin Yue who pulled Erquan Yingyue to make the team leader cry?"

"Yes, that's him."

Lin Dingding rested his chin on his right hand, and his frowning expression was somewhat of Lin Daiyu's tenderness.

Xiao Suizi was stunned when he heard that: "How could he fight with others?"

She had a deep impression on Lin Yue, because he was honest and honest, dull and seldom talked, and was often used as a joke by the band members. Later, he made repeated mistakes when learning to play the violin, and was repeatedly reprimanded by the band's sub-leader Liao Shifan, and was finally thrown into the kitchen. Ben is a cook.

Everyone in the art troupe knows that he is a soft persimmon who is easy to pinch, what happened today, the soft persimmon also learns to fight like others?

Lin Dingding said sullenly: "Not only did he fight with others, but he also sent Han Dazhi and the three of them to the infirmary."

She wasn't interested in talking about it. It wasn't that she didn't like to gossip, it was because she didn't like to gossip about Lin Yue, but since her roommate asked, she had no choice but to answer truthfully.

"ah?"

Xiao Suizi was taken aback. That Lin Yue, who could call everyone around, not only fought, but also sent three people into the infirmary.

"Is he so good at fighting?"

Lin Dingding didn't want to waste her saliva on this matter with her, so she asked, "Where's He Xiaoping? Why didn't you see her come with you?"

Xiao Suizi said: "How do I know, she has been bathing in the bathhouse for a long time, I feel so bored, I went out for a walk, and when I came back, no one was there."

At this moment, Liu Feng came in from the outside carrying a tea mug and a lunch box.

Lin Dingding caught sight of his figure, lowered his headrest, and looked weak and coquettish: "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, let's see what this is."