So Political Commissar Wu went to report to the regiment commander.

Soon, Luo Yunqing and Wang Ruhua received the news that they were going to set up a stall on the playground of the regiment...

Wang Ruhua scratched her head: "What happened?"

Luo Yunqing also looked confused: "I don't know, could it be that word of our delicious cold noodles has reached the commander's ears?"

It's possible.

Wang Ruhua was extremely confident: "Okay, bring the materials and we'll go set up a stall in the group."

On this day, the large playground of the group was particularly lively.

Lin Dachuan was helping to light the fire, Wang Ruhua was making cold noodles, and Luo Yunqing was mixing the ingredients.

From mixing the batter, to making the mushroom sauce, to steaming the dough, every step is done in front of the officers and soldiers and their families.

At the same time, the military doctor of the medical team also brought test cups and tested every material.

This operation puzzled Luo Yunqing.

"Brother Dachuan, what does this mean?"

Lin Dachuan pursed his lips and spoke about the suspicions of the family members today...

Luo Yunqing's face twitched: What a wild imagination!

——What about opium? Why don’t you just say that I drugged you?

In full view of the crowd, Luo Yunqing and Wang Ruhua made fifty small portions of cold noodles.

"Report to the Political Commissar, no toxic substances were detected!"

After the cold noodles were baked, two more samples were randomly inspected. Finally, the military doctor reported to Political Commissar Wu...

"Anyone still has doubts? If so, please stand up."

Political Commissar Wu looked at the group of military wives opposite him with a very serious expression.

The military doctor said no, who would dare to doubt it?

Political Commissar Wu looked at Luo Yunqing and asked, "Xiao Luo, how much is this?"

"Sanmao."