The sky was blue and the food was natural.
What does nature look like? Bitter first, then sweet, neither bland nor salty.
…
Wang Daniu followed Junhui as he wished and sat happily at the big round table in the small cafeteria, holding two flower-shaped steamed buns in each hand, biting whichever one he could get his hands on.
The battalion commander Chu Yifeng, whom he had always been thinking about, was standing by the window of the cafeteria at this time.
Chu Yifeng looked calm, but in fact he was in a complicated mood.
It can be summed up in one sentence:
Do you have to be so exaggerated?!
Sweet potato porridge, steamed cornbread, and steamed bitter vegetables.
Let's talk about wild vegetables. What is bitter herb? Alfalfa.
Chu Yifeng looked at the alfalfa on the tray.
He was puzzled. Wasn't this something they used to eat during lean times? Where did they get it? Was it just for their mental acumen?
What a thoughtful gesture!
For Chu Yifeng, drinking sweet potato porridge and eating steamed corn bread were no problem, even something more unpalatable was fine with him.
But this steamed bitter vegetable...it's not that he can't eat it, it just makes him feel sick.
Because in the 1960s and 1970s, some families had to resort to this to fill their stomachs.
But in the 1980s, people were finally able to eat some meat, and even the poorest families would not touch it.
Harvesting twice a year means that the mountains are covered with alfalfa. There is so much that it can’t be more, and it becomes feed for pigs!
He asked, "Do you have any pickled vegetable strips?"
The cook raised his eyes and, in exactly the same manner as the chef in the canteen, tapped the large aluminum basin with a long-handled rice spoon and replied to Chu Yifeng, who spoke in a deep voice:
"No. The saltiness and sweetness are all in this dish. Do you want to eat it? If not, how about the next one?"
…
Chu Yifeng sat at the table with his back straight, and Lu Qingcang sat next to him.
It would be better if the two of them didn't sit together. Chu Yifeng would not appear so out of place and would not attract the onlookers from the tables nearby.
How could everyone not watch the fun? One was second to last, the other was last.
It would have been fine if they had come back in a rather embarrassing state, but it also made these backward elements stand at attention and wait for a long time.
Everyone looked at him again at this moment: Hey, no wonder this guy is ranked last, he eats like a woman!
Lu Qingcang ate his rice in big mouthfuls, slurped his porridge, and stuffed bitter vegetables into his mouth with chopsticks. Anyone who was close could hear the smacking of his lips.
Chu Yifeng sat there, sipping his food in small sips without showing his teeth while eating.
The only smooth movement was drinking porridge.
He also picked up some food, but he picked up two or three pieces with an expressionless face to add some saltiness.
The way he was biting the steamed bun gave the viewer the illusion that he was reluctant to eat the white flour bun.
Chu Yifeng knew that someone was looking at him, that someone was paying attention to him...
As he ate, his ears turned red, and Chu Yifeng picked up the bowl of porridge to cover half of his face.
My legs hurt, and after vomiting, I felt uncomfortable because of the acid in my stomach.
His red ears moved, and his face became hot. He seemed to hear his father scolding his mother again:
"It's all your fault, Liang Yinqiu!
He goes to school and eats whatever he wants.
After joining the army, I went to the cadres' canteen again.
If you go home and spoil her in all kinds of ways all day long, what good will that do?
I just didn't starve him! Your son has been in need of training since he was little!"
Chu Yifeng suddenly put down the two large bowls, picked up a large chopstick of alfalfa and stuffed it into his mouth, not even complaining that the mixed vegetable was too salty. He thought to himself:
"Yueyue, I use this as pork elbow flower. It tastes just like the pork elbow I stewed for you the other day. It's so delicious!"
The slender fingers grabbed another hard steamed bun.
With a fierce expression as if he was fighting with a steamed bun, he took a third of it in one bite, paused for a moment, and then froze there dejectedly:
"Yueyue, I'd better eat the steamed bread slowly. It hurts my throat."
…
Chu Yifeng, who never groaned no matter how much pain he was in before, was woken up by the groan of Su Tongcheng, who was a light sleeper, in the second half of the night.
Wang Daniu, who had been willing to serve as Chu Yifeng's orderly, fell asleep with drooling after rushing to wash Chu Yifeng's socks, and did not turn over all night.
Chu Yifeng watched in a daze as Lu Qingcang rubbed his legs with medicated oil. He felt that his answers to Junhui and Qiao Yan were a bit conscienceless.
"Brother Chu, why did Lu Qingcang sacrifice himself to save you?"
"He's the self-appointed head of the dormitory. He's used to being a leader and has a sense of responsibility."
But a moment: "Thank you."
Lu Qingcang increased his strength, causing Chu Yifeng to groan again: "Since I'm in charge of you, no one can be eliminated."
Chu Yifeng...
From that day on, Chu Yifeng rubbed the medicated oil on himself every night, and he did this for a full month and a half.
Even when he drank too much on New Year's Eve, he didn't let it go.
When others get drunk, they hold the bottle of wine and the guitar and chat with each other, but he can't hold his liquor and finally falls asleep holding the medicated oil. Otherwise, he always feels like something is left undone.
For Chu Yifeng, since he has been able to hold on like this, what reason is there for him to give up?
It was because of this thought that he embarked on a journey of transformation from a handsome and high-quality man to a rugged man.
Whether it's physical or mental...
Lei Ming, holding a loud speaker, shouted to the thousands of people doing push-ups on the ground:
"The hilt of the sword is Type 81, TZ Special Reconnaissance. If you want to wear this lightning sword armband that's different from ordinary soldiers, you must first become a bolt of lightning!"
Assessment in two months? Wake up from that sweet dream.
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