Shuoyu picked up the gun barrel that Ayi had been looking for in the bushes and threw it into Ayi's arms. He kissed it happily, shook his head and smiled. Maodou jumped out from somewhere and walked behind him.
Actually, it is called fried pork chop, but because the budget of the Sichuan Army is really limited, strictly speaking, their fried pork chop is made of many different kinds of meat paste, including pork, chicken, fish and other meats, mixed with salt, spices and other seasonings, and then added with starch to form a cake shape and fried in a pan.
When the white and pink steaks were put into the pot one by one, Shuoyu was surrounded by a group of drooling people staring at him eagerly. The cats and dogs were all there, watching in silence. Almost everyone in the Jiqipo knew that they were going to have fried pork chops tonight.
Before the sun set, Shuo Yu put the meat patties prepared according to the number of people into the pan and fried them. In an instant, golden bubbles appeared and the fragrance quickly spread. The fat mixed with the fragrance of meat and grains. On another stove next to him, Shepitou and his friends were kneading dough to make steamed buns.
The dim setting sun briefly illuminated their temporary position. A small number of people stayed here to keep an eye on their fried pork chops for any other problems, while most of them were rushed back to the position with dog meat.
The air was filled with the aroma of burnt fat and fresh meat, which made the bellies sing with joy. Shuoyu fried hundreds of them in one breath.
When they finally stopped to rest, they looked up and saw that Milong and the others had already mixed with Collins. It was just a matter of preparing dinner, and the mud from the United States was completely mixed with the mud from China. There was no difference. Except for the language barrier, this guy was chatting with Milong and Bula, kneading dough and steaming buns together.
At night, when the sun had completely set and the last rays of sunlight had completely disappeared, dinner was finally ready. A Yi was in charge of maintaining order in the class. Everyone lined up to receive a meat pie sandwiched between two steamed buns from Shuo Yu. Ban Xian'er called it a hamburger. After receiving it, the first thing they did was to find a place to eat it.
Shuo Yu even prepared the portion for McLuhan and added some fresh vegetables. He didn't know if KFC would appear in the US at that time, but in his opinion, hamburgers were indeed a very representative type of American food. He hoped that this seemingly old-fashioned American would like it.
For some reason, Shuoyu always felt that the other party seemed quite gentle towards him. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He looked at Maodou stretching in the captain's arms. He didn't know what McLuhan was feeding Maodou who was determined to become the Elvis Presley of Zenda. As a result, Maodou felt a little guilty when he looked at him.
He just handed over what he had in his hand as a gesture of friendship.
"Mr. Mike, please try it. This is our Chinese-style burger. I believe you will like it."
"Thank you for the treat. You're different from them. You can call me Mike." McLuhan stood up, took the decent burger, and said thank you. The smell spread throughout the camp, and his stomach, which was not hungry at first, began to rumble.
"Okay, Mike, what do you mean different? I don't understand." Shuoyu looked at him, found a chair and sat down with him to eat. When they were in college, there was a fast food window in their cafeteria. For convenience, he always bought food there. He still can't forget the taste.
McLuhan's voice rang out beside Shuoyu's ears, with a strong American accent. He didn't understand why this captain, who had a similar rank to him, would do that.
"What I want to say is that if it were any other Chinese officer, like the lieutenant, he would have said, 'Just pretend nothing happened,' as if nothing really happened. But you're different. You asked them to apologize to Collins. Why don't I understand?"
Shuo Yu didn't look at him, but just looked at the guys eating and chatting not far away, and slowly spoke,
"Now that something has happened, we shouldn't pretend nothing happened. That's meaningless. If we really want to solve a problem, the best way is to first admit that there is a problem. Problems won't disappear as long as we can't see them, like the emperor's new clothes, right?"
"Yes, Yu, yes...but many people don't understand such a simple truth..."
Shuoyu and the American sat together and finished their Chinese hamburgers. They didn't say anything, but the atmosphere was very harmonious. He looked at Fanla and Collins talking not far away, but he didn't know what they were talking about.
Their leader had disappeared again. He was there when they were getting the hamburgers, but now he was gone after a short while.
When Shuoyu woke up the next morning, he learned Collins' new nickname, "National Assistance". It was because that little bitch made him believe that this nickname meant baby. This also marked that this guy, whose body language was as much as Milong's, had completely become one of them. It was very smooth.
A very regular whistle sounded in their temporary position. It was not the harsh sound of Shuoyu. This was a good whistle. Shuoyu came out curiously to see why the second whistle appeared in this position. Maodou stood above him and watched with him.
I saw McLuhan coming out of his tent and blowing the whistle, as if to assemble. I turned around and hurried to find their leader to see what this American was going to do.
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