It was four o'clock in the afternoon that the replenishment camp had been resting for a while and started working again.

Fortunately, such a busy situation is not because of the situation in the main front line. They need to go up and carry the bloody soldiers down.

In fact, about 20 minutes ago.

The fierce battle of cultivators continued to ease to a certain extent. It seemed that after several days of continuous battle, the Japanese were also tired from fighting and needed to stop and rest.

Of course, Hu Biao, who had known that the situation of the war would change a lot today, dared not be careless.

In addition to distributing all the weapons he received in advance, Hu Biao also fired some iron barrels for unconscience cannons.

As well as some other DIY weapons that others cannot understand, they took advantage of the previous opportunity to deliver them to the position one by one.

I found some places that were barely safe and placed them.

At this time, Hu Biao shouted everyone to prepare supper; he planned to deal with the incident that happened at some unknown time after eating early.

Then, the question arises.

"Lao Hu, how to deal with these pork? Our supplement camp has people everywhere, some like spicy food, and some can't eat a bite. What kind of flavor does it taste like?"

Pointing at a mouthful of fat pig that had been cleaned up, the absolute chef Qingtian in the team asked this question.

Among the supplies sent today, in addition to weapons, ammunition and property, there were three treated fat pigs. After delivering one to the 11th Division and the 67th Division, Hu Biao and the others left one themselves.

It was precisely Hu Biao who was so upright that their supplementary camp had obviously received some care today.

Otherwise, I would like to discuss what to eat at night so leisurely. The many jobs on the battlefield would be so busy that they didn’t even have time to speak.

And when I heard the chef Qingtian, I said this.

Hu Biao had just figured out that his current team still had a bit of a taste from all over the world.

Although the team is a little small, I have never been a loser since I was a child and I feel quite accomplished when I think about it.

As for the solution, Hu Biao easily came up with a solution.

He arranged with a very strong temperament of a leading cadre:

"The taste is easy to deal with! How good aren't the brothers in the Northeast region in the team? Just stew a few large pots of pork and stew vermicelli. Even brothers from other places are the same eating habits."

However, facing Hu Biao's imagination, a chef like Qingtian was not happy.

He just started to argue, there was no way! Because of some historical legacy issues, Hu Biao, the intern commander who was frustrated, ordered some serious matters to be executed almost without discounts.

But once it involves small matters in life, the people in the team will become very nonsense.

"If you want to stew pork with vermicelli, should you just make a pork slaughter dish? Do you know how many ingredients you need to stew pork with vermicelli? You have pork and salt, vermicelli, cabbage, onion, ginger, garlic, star anise cinnamon, and other seasonings.

Besides, this pig is stewed at least three large pots, and even the simplest firewood is not enough.”

Damn! Hu Biao, a southerner, really doesn’t know that there are so many poor people who are stewed with pork vermicelli.

The grandson Qingtian, couldn’t he deliberately talk about simple questions and make complicated statements?

Fortunately, Hu Biao's suggestion for a dish like stewed pork with vermicelli in his mouth was like opening the door to the temptation of "Red Romance" in front of other people in the supplementary camp.

First of all, the natives in the supplementary camp who had been inadequate for a long time were already itchy when facing such a big fat pig. Even when they were working around them before, they couldn't help but turn their heads to take a look.

As long as you eat something, eat it as soon as possible, they don’t care which area it tastes.

Secondly, for the modern plane, netizens were thinking about eating this kind of serious, original, pollution-free pork for the first time, rather than the local pork that was known as the promotion.

Suddenly, these guys who were not short of oil in their stomachs were also moved.

So, under the great surprise of Hu Biao and Qingtian, these guys who were interested in eating food all burst out with huge subjective initiative.

After swallowing a little saliva, the staff officer Yang Dongli showed his opinion:

"Pork stewed vermicelli? That love number.

I'll find a way to find the vermicelli. I'll go to the logistics department to find the lieutenant colonel. What a fuck! That kid made a lot of money in this transaction, so he would like to get some vermicelli to look down on him."

Yang Dongli's speech immediately caused everyone's emotions to explode.

"I know where the cabbage is. When I came here yesterday, I saw a vegetable field on the side of the road. Although there were several shells in the vegetable field, I could always find some cabbage that survived it."

After raising his hand, Jason, a fake foreigner, started to express his feelings in his mouth.

The sound fell, and several voices immediately echoed. Xu Feng, who had been practicing physical fitness for a month recently, said:

"Fake foreigners, bring me one when you go! When you look for cabbage, we can find out if there are any onions, ginger, garlic and other things. The pork is not a bit of industrial pollution, so the meat is supposed to be Lao Xiang when it stewed."

After saying this, the guy couldn't help but suck his saliva.

At the same time, more voices sounded: "Yes, yes, great men told us that there are so many people and great power!"

"Let's go, take advantage of the fact that the Japanese have no artillery attacks now, hurry up~"

"There are all these things to be done, so I'll find a way to the seasonings; I still have two packs of Huazi here, so I don't believe that those soldiers are not moved."

Even the shrewd man in the Demon City, who was in the eyes of everyone, became as bold as bleeding.

Even the indigenous sects that supplemented the company also took some tasks within their ability.

A middle-aged platoon leader who was almost forty years old and had a mouthful of yellow teeth patted his chest full of ribs hard, and he had no hole in his mouth to ensure that:

"My sirs, let's leave the firewood matter to us; I know where there are free wooden ammunition boxes, isn't that good for burning firewood?"

When Hu Biao and Qingtian heard this, they were both confused.

Good guy! For such a meal, these guys actually didn't even care about the small amount of food and grass they had left.

Even the indigenous people from this mission world have made great efforts.

No, I can't say that.

Because at this moment, everyone's emotions were mobilized and they began to work together for one purpose; if they should be said or not, Hu Biao thought this scene was quite good.

Only the little white-collar AT looked at it with a disgust because it had been processed before transporting it, so it was not in the water or pig blood. It felt like a huge regret.

It’s like I didn’t put a seasoning bag when I was eating instant noodles, I didn’t have WIFI when I was bored, I just bought an ice cream and fell to the ground on the way home.

Anyway, it's a bit depressed.

At this moment, he missed the pig-blooded meal of the modern plane, which he often ordered takeout...

After some busy work, it was about 4:30, and everyone who went out to work came back one after another.

When walking, Yang Dongli, who held his head with cigarette in his mouth, put down a big sack on his shoulder while pulling it to the point of going to heaven.

When the tied sack was loosened, there was a whole bag of solemn northeast wide vermicelli inside.

Then, the fake foreigners and other stole the vegetables. After mysteriously shaking off the clothes they were criticized on their shoulders, they could see that under their arms, each of them had four cabbages holding.

In their hands, they were holding a handful of green onions and green onions.

When I walked through this, I was as proud as a general.

The dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings were also taken out from the pockets of all over the body like bacon. Every time they were taken, it caused a burst of cheers in the crowd.

As for the necessary firewood for cooking, the empty ammunition box of wood had long been piled up on the side.

At the same time, Qingtian, who was waving the big blade, brought several helpers to cut the entire pig into a piece of at least half the size of a handpiece.

Finally, when the pork was put into the pot, every local bun in the camp was so happy at this moment.
Chapter completed!