Chapter 165 How many days have you not eaten? !

Seeing that they couldn't persuade her, the squad leader took out the oil pot and said, "You can only pour two spoonfuls at most."

"Okay, okay, you guys come over and help." Wang Ziru said, two spoonfuls is enough, it is better than eating boiled cabbage every day.

Zhu Yan hurriedly added firewood to several stoves and also stood up from the stove mouth to help.

"Sister Ziru, do you need to cut the radish into shreds?"

"Yes, go pick a tender radish from the basket, peel it, and cut it into thin strips." Wang Ziru took a kitchen knife and cut a small piece from a pot of warm tofu. Then she turned to the little warriors and said, "Help me find some chili powder, pepper powder and other seasonings."

No one had ever seen deep-fried radish and tofu balls made, so after finding the seasoning powder, they gathered around the chopping board to watch.

Wang Ziru put the tofu into a clean porcelain bowl and spread it out with her fingers. "Help me cut some green garlic sprouts. Oh, do you have coriander?"

"Yes!" Squad Leader Wang said with a smile. "This morning we went to buy groceries and the villagers gave us a lot of good things."

"What if the commander doesn't eat coriander? Many comrades don't eat coriander. Let's just put some garlic sprouts." A little soldier next to them reminded them.

Over there, Zhu Yan also moved quickly. Within ten minutes, she had brought over the radish shreds that had been cut into silver threads.

Wang Ziru grabbed a handful of tender and white shredded radish, mixed it evenly with the kneaded tofu, and then sprinkled some seasoning powder and a little salt on it.

Add a little sweet potato flour and mix well.

The brine simmering in the pot continuously gives off a unique brine aroma, but the meat hasn’t been put into the pot yet, so it still lacks the soul – the aroma of meat.

"When the broth pot is boiling, continue to simmer for half an hour, then put the cooked pork into the pot..."

"I'm staring at the brine pot." Zhu Yan said with a smile.

In the kitchen, everyone was busy and noisy around the chopping board, helping to make shredded radish and tofu balls.

"Team Leader Wang, you do it. I'll teach you. You can make fried food by yourself in the future." Wang Ziru saw that everyone had made enough meatballs to fill a plate, so she raised her eyes and looked at the cook team leader Xiao Wang.

Squad Leader Wang was also happy to do so, as he had to start preparing dinner soon and also prepare some dry food for the reconnaissance soldiers on the mountain.

While squad leader Wang was pouring oil into the pot, Wang Ziru turned around and took a look, "You are really restrained. This little bit of oil won't even wet half of the meatballs."

She rolled the meatballs in the sweet potato flour on the chopping board, patted the crumbs in her hands, went to get the oil pot again, poured about a tablespoon of vegetable oil, picked up the lard pot, scooped a spoonful of lard into the pot, and said, "Light up the fire, but not too big, one piece of firewood will do."

"I'll do it."

Zhu Yan rushed over, took a burning firewood from the medicine-boiling stove nearby and threw it into this stove.

Soon, several little warriors in the kitchen smelled the aroma from the pot and couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The aroma is not wine but it is still intoxicating.

"What is the kitchen team doing at this time? Adjutant Wang, go and take a look!" Commander Duan symbolically ate two mouthfuls of pork stewed with Chinese cabbage at noon and was already hungry. Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of fried food coming from inside, raised his eyes and gave orders to Adjutant Wang.

Everyone stood in the room watching the sandbox exercises and discussing for a long time, and they all felt a little tired.

Suddenly smelling this aroma, everyone was curious to know what delicious food the kitchen staff was making.

Adjutant Wang hurried to the kitchen to ask for food.

As soon as I entered, I saw the little warriors from the kitchen squad gathered around an earthen stove, all staring at the meatballs being fried in the pot. The sizzling and popping sounds of the meatballs made everyone reluctant to leave for a moment.

"What delicious food have you prepared? Do you have anything for the commander?" Adjutant Wang walked to the stove and asked.

Squad leader Wang said with a smile: "Comrade Ziru taught us how to make fried tofu balls. Do you want to bring some to the commander to try?"

"Is there any need to ask this? Come on, the commander didn't eat much at noon and is already hungry. Get him something to eat."

Looking at the golden, round meatballs in the pot, Adjutant Wang couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Wang Ziru asked the little warrior to bring an enamel plate over, and picked out a few beautifully fried meatballs from the pot, "Do you have any side dishes? Bring some side dishes."

“Only the straw raincoat rice…”

"We still have brined meat, pick up a piece of brined meat and cut it into a small plate." Wang Ziru remembered that they still had brined meat, "We can't eat straw raincoat rice without soup, squad leader Wang, you can cook some vegetable soup or scallion soup now."

The stove room soon became busy with people cooking soup.

The little soldier took out a piece of halved meat with a lot of lean meat from the halved pot.

Cut a small plate.

Wang Ziru tasted the brine. It had a beautiful golden appearance and was warm inside with a strong brine aroma.

In the sick room, the patients were lying on their beds, smelling the increasingly strong aroma and smacking their lips.

Li Juan stretched her neck impatiently, "What delicious food did those kids in the kitchen prepare?"

"It seems to be fried. It smells so good." The little warrior on the hospital bed had shining eyes and his mind was full of fantasies.

Finally, Wang Ziru packed a bowl of hot straw raincoat rice, a plate of fried meatballs, and salved pork, put them on a tray, and handed it to Adjutant Wang to take out.

Within ten minutes, Adjutant Wang appeared in front of Commander Duan with a tray carrying a sumptuous meal.

"Hey! Has your kitchen team prepared dinner by now?" Duan Yanzhi leaned on the chair behind the desk. When he saw the food brought by Adjutant Wang, he quickly sat up and picked up the chopsticks. "Is this fried?"

"It is said that Comrade Ziru taught them how to make it. This one seems to be called shredded radish and tofu meatballs, and this one is said to be brined pork..."

Duan Yanzhi picked up a meatball with chopsticks and tried a bite. The sweet shredded radish and tofu mixed with a hint of spicy and fresh fragrance filled his lips and teeth.

"Mm! It tastes good."

He ate another piece of halved pork. "Is this the halved pork that she cooked with the herbs she got from the herbal medicine shop? It smells really good, and has a hint of soy sauce."

This young daughter-in-law is clever and capable.

"Comrade Ziru heard that the commander didn't eat much at noon. Seeing how hard you worked and seeing that the kitchen staff bought a few pots of tofu, she thought of getting you something to eat..."

"She made it specially for me?" Duan Yanzhi almost spit out the food in his mouth because of Adjutant Wang's words.

The officers standing in a circle around the sand table couldn't help but shift their gazes from Commander Duan to Zhai Ximo's face.

Adjutant Wang also felt that he should not waste his words, and said with a wry smile: "Commander, you are indeed working hard, and we all see it. The little soldiers in the kitchen squad are also good, very smart, very smart..."

Duan Yanzhi had been hungry for a long time, and now there was such delicious food, he didn't care whose idea it was.

A bowl of rice with straw raincoat, scallion soup, radish meatballs, one bite at a time, and a plate of salted pork, all went into his stomach.

After eating, I felt an indescribable sense of happiness.

The officers standing silently around the sandbox all felt a warm and comfortable feeling in their mouths, hearts, and entire bodies.

When Adjutant Wang packed up the tray and sent it to the kitchen, he happened to see several people in the kitchen eating radish and tofu meatballs. He asked with a smile: "Anything else?"

"There are two more. Anyone who sees them will get a share."

Wang Ziru quickly pushed the enamel plate on the chopping board over and passed the chopsticks over as well.

Adjutant Wang's eyes sparkled. He quickly turned his head to look outside and quickly stuffed two tofu balls into his mouth.

The army had strict discipline, and the comrades in the kitchen did not dare to steal food in the kitchen. Several figures quickly dispersed and began to prepare dinner.

"In another half an hour, you can pick up the brined pork and cut it after it cools down!" Wang Ziru ate a few tofu balls and tasted the brined pork she had stewed herself. She was so satisfied that she wiped her mouth clean after eating.

Together with Zhu Yan, they each carried a basin of medicinal soup to the sick room and asked the person on duty to distribute the soup to each patient.

After drinking two bowls of Chinese medicine and receiving intravenous anti-inflammatory drugs, the patients recovered quickly. By evening, there was almost no sign of pain on their faces.

"The fire will definitely start early tonight, so you all need to be mentally prepared." Officer Zhang hurried in from outside.

Seeing that there was a circle of people surrounding Wang Ziru, he spoke in a low voice.

Everyone was nervously waiting for dark and for the war to come.

The more critical the situation was, the more Wang Ziru worried about the young man in the army.

She didn't know that while she was eating rich and delicious food on the battlefield, her children at home were so hungry that they had nothing to eat for two days.

At that time, the family courtyard.

Baoer was so hungry that he had already eaten all the wedding candy, popcorn, rice candy, and a few fried dough twists that he brought from his hometown.

Zhai Qingsong was so hungry that his eyes felt dizzy, and he drank tap water to fill his hunger.

It was almost dark. The most difficult time was the night. They were both so hungry that they couldn't sleep last night. They always felt that the ceiling was full of pancakes.

"Uncle, can we go out and buy something to eat?" Baoer pulled at his uncle's clothes, the tears on his little face still wet.

Zhai Qingsong couldn't bear it any longer, so he stood up, picked up the padlock and key, and said, "Let's go! Let's go get some food from the troops and cook it."

The two of them locked the door and went downstairs amid the symphony of pots and pans from every household in the compound.

Zhai Qingsong held the child and decided to go to the army's kitchen to ask for something to eat for the child.

The two of them were lucky. As soon as they walked out of the family compound, they saw a Dongfeng truck in front of them. Several soldiers were loading food into the truck.

Although he was a farmer, he could tell from a distance that the sacks were filled with grain.

"There's food!"

Zhai Qingsong rushed over with the baby in his arms, "Comrade, can you help me?"

Hearing his voice, a girl wearing a straw hat and two braids in the back of the carriage suddenly turned around and looked at Zhuang Jiahan with curiosity with her dark eyes. Seeing the man holding the baby, Cheng Xueru greeted him with a smile, "Big brother, do you live in the family compound?"

"Uh, yes, we just arrived and haven't gone out to buy a stove yet. The child has been hungry for a few days. Girl, can you..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xueru was shocked and asked, "How many days have you not eaten? There are hundreds of people living in the family compound, why don't you ask the neighbors to borrow some food?"

When Bao Er heard the word "neighbor", he leaned on his uncle's shoulder and shouted weakly: "Auntie, I'm hungry, I want to eat..."

Big tears rolled out of my eye sockets.