"Why did he vomit?" The boss Amin walked over and looked at Han Xiaobei who was lying on the fence and vomiting colorfully. He asked Zhuang Yan in confusion: "Do I make it hard to eat?"

As he said that, he was not polite, picked up a pair of chopsticks and quickly cleaned the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewed it up very hard, and then closed his eyes half-closed his eyes with all his enjoyment, and said "um" intoxication.

Then said: "No problem, perfect!"

"It's quite perfect, full of heat, stir-fry just right, locking the gravy inside, it's perfect." Zhuang Yan agreed with Amin's judgment: "It's not bad, I think it's good."

Zeng Jian looked at Han Xiaobei and seemed to see some clues. He couldn't help but turn his chopsticks and use the other end to turn the bones around the bowl.

The more I turn, the more I feel something is wrong.

He suddenly realized that he had eaten all night but didn't know what he was eating.

"I said..."

Zeng Jian asked Zhuangyan: "What kind of meat is that?"

Solemnly asked: "Which plate did you talk about?"

Zeng Jian stretched out his finger and pointed to the largest plate in the middle with difficulty.

Before he could answer solemnly, the boss Amin immediately spoke a mouthful of Cantonese Mandarin and said loudly: "Mountain Rat!"

"Mountain Rat?" Zeng Jian's eyes immediately rounded, and he seemed to not believe what he heard, so he asked again: "What is a Moun?"

"Mountain rats, mountain rats are rats that live on the mountain! There are many kinds of rats, and teachers in the city cannot eat them. Mountain rats, field rats, and bamboo rats can be eaten." The boss Aming, who was rightful, pointed to Fang Dabao and said, "He dug it up specifically, and there happened to be a nest. Old bean and old mother, big boss, Xiao Lao's sister, are all inside..."

As he said that, he fiddled with the plate of rat meat with chopsticks.

"Fuck!"

Zeng Jian jumped up and his chair fell to the ground.

"vomit--"

Like Han Xiaobei, he also ran to the fence and vomited wildly.

Others, except for Fang Dabao, whom they had known for a long time, were already sweating coldly.

Zhao Fugui mustered up the courage and said, "This plate is a snake... This plate is a rat..."

His eyes finally fell on a pot of dish that he didn't understand but ate the most: "What is this pot!?"

"Four-legged snake." The boss Amin said so lightly, as if talking about a pot of lettuce: "We are also called piglet snakes, and the meat is not much, so I made it into salt and salt. What's the best way to put wine? Does it taste good?"

Zhao Fugui's mind was filled with the appearance of those quadruple-legged snakes with a slightly golden brown look.

A few seconds later, he and several other comrades screamed and rushed towards the fence...

Aming looked at the soldiers who were lying on the fence and vomiting wildly, turned his head to Zhuang Yan and Fang Dabao and said, "They really don't know how to appreciate..."

Fang Dabao grinned and said, "Yes, yes, it's a waste!"

As he said that, he reached out to Zhuangyan and said, "We have more common points in Guangdong and Guangxi."

Amin walked behind the row of soldiers who bent down and vomited wildly, and said, "You soldiers are still afraid to eat this and that is embarrassing! For so many years, the coastal defense outpost has changed so many companies, and in the end they are used to the food here. It's not poison, what are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? This thing is more expensive than seafood!"

Zhao Fugui spitted, wiped his mouth, and turned to Aming and said, "No, when I think of those..."

Before he finished speaking, he started to vomit again.

Zhuang Yan turned his head and said to Han Xiaobei and the others: "I will come here once a week from now on. I treat you as a training. We are the field army. If there is no food in the wild, you have to eat anything. You don't have any excuses to pick on food."

After saying that, he walked behind Han Xiaobei, patted his back a few times, and said, "Snakes and rats are not scary, right? Look, you have eaten them in your stomach. If you didn't know that they were rats and snakes just now, do you think you will still vomit? I think you will think it's very delicious and will lick the plates clean. After all, snakes or rats are just psychological barriers, and you will be fine after passing it."

Han Xiaobei cried and said, "Squad leader, can I exchange the opportunity to eat these things for five kilometers? I really... can't accept it..."

Zhuang Yan said without any discussion: "No, do you think you want to save me? Do you know how much this dish costs for a table? If it weren't for you cowards, would I have to be your squad leader? You would still dislike it if I gave it to you. If I shouted in the company and said to treat this to this, five or six tables would be placed in five minutes."

Thinking about it, I said, "It's okay if you don't eat it. One day you are not afraid of snakes or mice, I won't invite you to eat it."

Han Xiaobei shook his head, looking worse than death.

From that day on, during his solemn office, the three classes had to go to Mingji once a week, and they ordered snakes, insects, rats and ants every time, but they were just a different stir-frying method, maybe it was salt, salt, sauce, or braised red, and if it was not good, they would throw it into the soup and stew it into the soup...

Except for Fang Dabao, who had the custom of eating these wild game in his hometown, the rest of the people were all frightened and even more uncomfortable than taking medicine.

In the original prediction type of Zhuangyan, Han Xiaobei is the most difficult person to pass the psychological barrier.

But unexpectedly, he was the first one.

Zhuang Yan only learned the cause of the incident many years later. One week after the first dinner of the snake, insects, rats and ant feast in Class 3, Zhuang Yan was called to the company headquarters one night.

The conversation between him and Zhang Jianxing became the key to the whole thing.

"Company Commander, is there anything you need to ask me for?" Zhuang Yan walked to Zhang Jianxing and saluted.

Zhang Jianxing sat behind his desk, made a few strokes on the training plan, then covered his pen cap and pointed to the chair in front.

"Sit down, there are some things you want to talk to you about."

After saying that, he began to pack up the things on the desktop and put them in the drawer.

Zhuangyan thinks the biggest possibility is about the last shot.

So he said, "Company Commander, it's not for the last live-fire shooting?"

Zhang Jianxing bent over and put the documents in the filing cabinet. When he heard Zhuang Yan ask about this, he was a little stunned and turned around and said to Zhuang Yan: "It's related, but it's not exactly."

Finally put the documents down, Zhang Jianxing straightened his waist, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Zhuangyan with a cigarette box.

Zhuang Yan shook her head and smiled and said, "I've quit."

"Did you quit?" Zhang Jianxing was stunned again, and then smiled and said, "Good thing, I want to quit too."

After spraying a sip of cigarettes, he said, "I came to you to talk about the staff arrangements of the third shift. I want to hear your opinion as the squad leader."

"People arrangement?" Zhuang Yan said in surprise: "Company Commander, why don't you want to add some ghost and immortal weapons to me again?"

Zhang Jianxing shook his head and said, "Zhuangyan, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do you think I specifically asked you to lead a bad class and give you all the soldiers because I have an objection to you?"

Zhuang Yan said embarrassedly: "No, I personally don't have that."

Zhang Jianxing nodded and said, "It's right that I don't have it. I'm not right to the people. In addition, it's not about arranging new people for you, but about reducing the burden on you."

“Reduce the burden?”
Chapter completed!