I want to cook

Yinjun has been busy all over the past few days. According to Wang Sili's instructions, many camps need to move a distance to make enough space. Su Qinghen let the whole army go up and down, each with its own tent.

The tent was moved, followed by other miscellaneous things. Change the place of the grain and grass warehouse, the original stable is not enough to expand, new weapons to be sent to the warehouse, and so on.

In this way, the busiest thing is the Firehead Army. Originally, the soldiers ate more, so they ate more, and the whole army was full of appetite. What made the Huotou Army most difficult to understand was that Su Qinghen suddenly became very fond of visiting the Huotou Camp.

He Dazhuang, a veteran in charge of the spoon, looked at General Yunhui sitting beside him tremblingly. The cold sweat fell down layer by layer, and the big copper spoon in his hand was almost unable to swing.

Su Qinghen looked at He Dazhuang strangely: "Lao He, is it so hot? Why are you sweating so much?

He looked up at the sunshine that was almost noon, and then looked at the big iron pot that spewed fire directly out. He seemed to understand why the other party had been sweating. Sure enough, it was too hot. Anyway, it's not because I've been in the way here. In short, I don't blame myself, absolutely not myself. Someone deceives himself and finds reasons for himself.

When He Dazhuang heard the general accuse him, he sweated more. After a while, he could describe his state with sweat.

Other people are also trembling. Some people accidentally cut their hands, and some people accidentally knocked over the soy sauce bottle. Everyone has only one common idea: General Su, after reading it and thinking that there is no problem, just go quickly.

Su Qinghen comforted everyone kindly: "I just came here to have a walk, ordinary inspection. You just need to do your own work. I'll take a look and take a look."

He Dazhuang can't figure out which one Su Qinghen is playing.

Su Qinghen's idea is simpler. He took Lin Yi out for a walk early this morning and then taught him martial arts on the campus. During the rest, he and Lin Yi talked for a while. Therefore, he got a very unexpected and amazing news - Lin Zhong and Xiao Yue have been married for many years and have always been cooking by Lin Zhong!

There are many men who can cook. After all, it is inconvenient for women to show up. Large and small restaurants and masters are basically men. Few women set up stalls and sell snacks like Su's mother, and they are basically forced by life, otherwise they will never go out to show up. The imperial chefs in the palace are basically men. There are women in the kitchen of large families, but there are also many men. Therefore, it is not surprising that Lin Zhong can cook. During Xiao Yue's nutritional injury in the army, Lin Zhong happened to be a firehead army. With the help of his position, he opened a small stove for Xiao Yue with the acquiescence of Su Qinghen. Su Qinghen has always taken it for granted. After all, it was difficult for Xiao Yue to get out of bed at that time. Her husband's thoughtfulness and concern were completely reasonable, and there was nothing worthy of criticism or strangeness.

But Lin Yi's words this morning shocked Su Qinghen a little. Lin Yi said clearly: "My mother's cooking is not delicious, but my father's cooking is delicious. The best food I have ever eaten is made by my father. My family is different from other people's. My father has always cooked, but other people's family is cooked by my mother.

After Su Qinghen was shocked for a long time, he came to his senses and then suddenly felt that the pressure increased greatly.

In Dayin, housework and so on are done by women. Men never cook, even if the man's profession is a cook, and after returning home, he is also his wife cooking. Some readers prefer to put "gentleman's far away from the kitchen" to their lips. Is Lin Zhong so considerate of his wife?

Why can't he do worse than Lin Zhong?

Isn't it just that you can't cook? Can't he learn from the beginning? Therefore, Su Qinghen particularly likes to inspect the territory of the Firehead Army today, turning around and again.

Su Qinghen's "casual look" caused the people in the fire camp to be in a hurry and always make mistakes.

Su Qinghen smelled a trace of breath and hurriedly said to He Dazhuang, "Lao He, it's confused!"

He Dazhuang was shocked and stir-fried a few times, called a helper, picked up the big iron pot, poured the cabbage in the pot into an iron bucket, and poured two buckets before pouring it clean. This is regarded as taking a pot of cabbage out of the pot.

A young man who had just joined the Firehead Army picked up two big iron barrels and left.

He Dazhuang began to stir-fry a pot of vegetables - shredded potatoes.

A fire-headed army washed and cut two pots of shredded potatoes and brought them over, and then obediently retreated to the side to take care of himself, for fear that General Su would think he was lazy.

He Dazhuang first scooped a ladle of water and poured it into the pot of cabbage that had just been stir-fried, then brushed it with a cooking pestle, poured out the water, and put the iron pot on the stove again.

After He Dazhuang finished his work skillfully, he found that Su Qinghen was still looking at himself without blinking, and he was a little guilty and almost put a large spoonful of lard outside the pot.

Su Qinghen looked impatiently and simply came forward and said, "When the oil is hot, put the shredded potatoes in and stir-fry, isn't it?"

He Dazhuang replied carefully, "This... we have always been like this here..."

Su Qinghen took a copper spoon from his hand: "How do I see your hands shaking all the time? Are you sick? Why don't you take a break and I'll try it.

He Dazhuang was shocked again. His eyes were wide open. He held the copper spoon tightly and did not let go: "General Su, I can't do it."

Someone next to him reminded: "Lao He, the fire is too big and the oil is too hot. Be careful not to put the shredded potatoes in and catch fire."

He Dazhuang had to loosen the copper spoon, clumsily lifted a bucket of shredded potatoes, and poured it directly into the oil pan.

Su Qinghen took a copper spoon to stir-fry in the pot at the right time. He Dazhuang had to "at the risk of death" to forcibly grab the copper spoon from his hand: "General, are you going to kill the villain?"

Su Qinghen did not answer his question, but asked, "Is it okay to put salt directly after stir-frying a few times?"

"You'd better add some vinegar." After answering, He Dazhuang said, "In fact, cooking is not so simple. This is for ordinary soldiers. Of course, it will pass carelessly."

"How hard it is for soldiers to practice and fight every day. How can they be sloppy? What should I do if I want to make it better?

He Dazhuang stirred himself and said, "General Su, you can ask who is responsible for your food. Your food is relatively fine."

Su Qinghen slandered, if I can go there, what else should I do here? The person in charge of the meal of the coach and several generals is the same person. Wang Sili attaches great importance to the food safety of several generals. From time to time, he sends people to have a look. If he has nothing to do, he will easily be found abnormal by Wang Sili.

Su Qinghen just asked himself, "How is this shredded potato cut?" So thin?"

He Dazhuang called a helper to take the shredded potatoes out of the pot. After sett down, he asked, "General Su, are you... really here to inspect?"

Su Qinghen nodded and his face did not change color: "Yes. Why don't I come here for something? I think the hygiene here has improved a lot, and everyone works very hard. It's good.

He Dazhuang asked carefully and tentatively, "General, aren't you really... here to learn to cook?"

Su Qinghen said, is the willingness to learn to cook by himself really so obvious? At this juncture, General Yunqi actually ran to the fire camp to learn to cook. If it spread out, he was not afraid of being laughed at--he was afraid that Wang Sili would make trouble. Marshal Wang scolded for half an hour without taking a breath. There was no thunderous means of a general at all, and there was quite a grumpy old woman's style of scolding the street.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghen scolded, "Why do you have such an idea? That's ridiculous!" He looked up at the sun and said, "It's getting late. It's time to go back." Then he was dismayed.