Seeing Lin Yue approaching, Duan Wu hurriedly picked up the tin can beside him and handed it to him.

Inside was a bowl of half-dried porridge covered with beef, which was half the size of a tin can. The entire deserter squad got two boxes of canned beef, and he got a quarter of it for himself.

Looking at the deserters squatting on the ground eagerly looking at the pickled radish on the plate, he sighed heavily. These people would rather fight for a piece of flesh the size of a matchbox than take his share. Somehow Suddenly I thought of the dead cannon fodder.

Yes, from the perspective of image and style, they are really cowardly. They are sorry to say that mud can't support the wall, but the bottom line and conscience... still have some.

"Li Xiang, Yang Shusheng."

Hearing his shout, the two people who were sitting on the grenade box and eating porridge hurriedly put down their lunch boxes and came over.

"You two go to the cooking class and ask them for a big pot and some firewood."

Although they didn't know what he was going to do, the two of them were used to being unreserved and obedient, so they turned around and walked towards the stairs without eating.

The sheep crutches that fished old abacus from the ground with a piece of meat the size of a fingernail looked up at him, and one of them accidentally swallowed the bait by a "fish".

"And water and salt."

"knew."

Li Xiang agreed, and went up to the fourth floor with Yang Shusheng.

It just so happened that Qiyue and Xiaohubei came down from above, looking puzzled at the two people who left in a hurry.

"Little Hubei, why are you here?" Old Hulu saw his nephew coming, and put down the lunch box in his hand: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Uncle, I've eaten it." Xiaohu Hubei sat down beside Duanwu, took out a sandwich wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and handed it over: "Brother, try this, foreigners like it, and they say that eating it will make you grow taller." quick."

"Where did it come from?"

Xiaohu Hubei pointed to Lin Yue who was looking at the other side of the Suzhou Creek: "He gave it."

At the Dragon Boat Festival, I thought it was a condolence gift from Mr. He, but I didn't expect it to be a gift from Lin Yue to Xiaohubei and Qiyue, so I quickly rewrapped the half-opened paper and handed it back.

"You eat, I have more." Xiaohu took out another sandwich from his pocket and shook it in front of his cousin.

Duan Wu hesitated, split the sandwich in his hand into two, gave half to the old gourd, and half to himself.

At this time, Qiyue walked up to Lin Yue, took out an apple and handed it out: "This is for you."

Lin Yue glanced at the apple in his hand: "Others share an apple for two or three people, but you share one for each person? It's not too small."

July argued: "This is attached to me by Xie Tuan."

Lin Yue shook his head, meaning that he would not eat.

Lao Tie lay on the sack, looked at the backs of the two and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't want to eat, you can give it to me."

On the balcony on the second floor of the Victory Bar on the other side of the Suzhou Creek, EVA gently closed the door and walked into the room inside; a woman's face was reflected on the other side of the casino window, looking eagerly at the opposite bank.

"Lin Yue, continue."

There was a rush of footsteps at the top of the stairs, Yang Deyu took Zhu Shengzhong and Qi Jiaming back to the third floor, and threw a bottle of vodka to Lin Yue: "I heard that this thing is strong, how is it? Have you tried it?"

He unscrewed the cap and took two gulps, throwing it to the old iron who was staring at him eagerly.

"Hey, Lao Maozi's wine."

Just as Lao Tie was about to pour it into his mouth, he was snatched away by the abductee: "You idiot, why didn't I see you so active in the war?"

When there was a commotion here because of a bottle of vodka, Li Xiang came down from upstairs with a pot on his back, and Yang Shusheng behind him carried a bucket of clear water in his right hand and a bundle of firewood in his left creaking hole.

Lin Yue told them to set up an iron pot to boil the water. He went outside for a while, and when he came back, he was holding two oil-paper bags in his right hand, which contained fresh pork weighing ten catties, and a large handful of vermicelli in his left hand. and a cabbage.

Everyone stood up and stared blankly at the two big pieces of pork. Even the men from the machine gun company in the hall stopped cooking and looked at the other side eagerly.

It's not canned or dried, it's fresh meat and vegetables, how can this guy get everything?

"Is the water boiling?"

Li Xiang lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it: "It's just been opened."

Lin Yue nodded, washed the cabbage and pork first, then found a cleaner wooden board, took out the [White Crystal] and cut the Chinese cabbage into sections and the pork into pieces.

Blanch the pork in water, skim off the froth, put the vermicelli and cabbage soaked in warm water, throw in a few grains of star anise, add a bottle of soy sauce, and pour two boxes of Japanese army Yamato boiled food into the pot.

Cover the pot, tell Li to add more firewood, dip the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves and look up, Duan Wu and others looked at him without blinking, just now they fought with Sichuan Army for a piece of beef the size of a matchbox Luoyang Shovel swallowed his saliva fiercely.

"What's the matter? I can only cook big pot dishes."

Although he has experienced a lot in the film world, he has never worked hard in cooking, because he has spent a long time in the Hong Kong film world, such as the world of "Chasing the Dragon", the world of "Ip Man", Cantonese cuisine He can cook some Chaoshan cuisine, but southern cuisine is delicate, so it is naturally not suitable for this group of deserters to eat. If you want to talk about simple and crude big pot dishes... all he can think of is the cabbage in "My Leader, My Regiment" Pork stew noodles.

I still remember that Milong poured two whole bottles of soy sauce into it when he was in Zenda, and almost killed him, but the people like Anxie and Kangya still ate everything, and there was not even a bowl of soup left. This time he learned his lesson and only poured out a bottle of Qianwanlong brand soy sauce, and the canned Yamato boiled as a condiment, which should be more suitable for stewing than the British canned beef.

No one spoke, and the scene was silent.

Lin Yuewang said, "I don't know? Stewed vermicelli with cabbage and pork."

I know, of course I know, as a Northeast person, how can I not know cabbage pork stewed vermicelli? The key is this stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli? This is pork stewed cabbage vermicelli bar.

How did he know that this is not the first time Lin Yue has made stewed pork and cabbage vermicelli. The last time he hunted a wild boar, 80% of this dish was meaty, and the vegetarian dishes were basically negligible. This time, the meaty meat dropped to 60%. Speaking of him, he was far less good to the deserter squad than to the group of cannon fodder.

But others don't think so.

The soldiers of the machine gun company smelled the smell of meat wafting from the pot, and their faces were ugly. Look at those people in the third row. Although they also looked down on the deserters, they didn't show it because of Lin Yue's face, so the people in the third row have a share. That's right, they are different, just now they tried their best to ridicule, and Lei Xiong even pointed a gun at Lin Yue, how dare they eat other people's food.

So the next time the situation was reversed, and the deserters who replaced them were greedy for them.

...

An hour later, the night was dark, the neon lights on the south bank of the Suzhou River were shining, and there was a stream of people.

The troupe owner erected a blackboard in front of the stage, with the words "Charity Show" on the top. It is said that it was to celebrate the victory of the defense of the Sixing Warehouse, and the full cost of the tea and fruit plate that night would be donated to the soldiers of the Sixing Warehouse. Food, medicine, warm clothes, etc.

Holding the wine bottle, Yang Deyu poured the last bit of vodka into his mouth, looked at the scenery on the other side and said, "I thought you would only do big things, but I didn't expect you to be a procurer."

Obviously, he was referring to Lin Yue's purchase of pork, cabbage, vermicelli and a bunch of seasonings.

Lin Yue said: "What do you know, it's called feelings."

"feelings?"

Yang Deyu really didn't understand.

He also didn't understand how precious memories for Lin Yue were a group of people sitting around a pot eating cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli.

Yangguai is talking about women with Lao Tie; the old abacus with a bruised nose is begging for his life from Qiyue; Fang Xingwen, who is also bruised and swollen, is focusing the camera on the Dragon Boat Festival. Two lines of words——Sacrificing one's life for righteousness, the son's wish is also; while the old gourd and Xiaobei are nesting in the corner and don't know what they are talking about; Zhu Shengzhong, who is full of wine and food, sleeps soundly on the spot where Yang Deyu lay.

Although it's not Milong, Annoyed, Snake Butt, Veterinarian Hao... But in terms of crooked melons and dates, there is still a bit of resemblance.

...

An hour and a half later, Duan Wu pulled up his trousers, yawned and left the latrine. Just as he turned a corner and was about to go upstairs, a black shadow fell and hit him hard on the back of the head.

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