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Chapter three hundred and forty-five the mighty cooking soldiers of the big foodie empire

The fried sauce is a bit salty, but there is nothing to do about it. If you add less salt, you will be afraid of it. As for the taste, for Gao Yang, there is absolutely no better taste than this in the world.

Cui Bo's noodles are indeed pretty good, and it's not a shame that he has been a chef for two years. Although Cui Bo can only be a chef in the so-called Chinese restaurant that specializes in cheating foreigners, he still has basic skills, at least the noodles are quite powerful.

Everyone knows what that jar of fried sauce means to Gao Yang, so they consciously or unconsciously, Gao Yang is the one who treats him at the Fry's house.

When Gao Yang brought bowls of fried noodles with fried noodles, the person who took them would thank Gao Yang solemnly, and then sat down with a serious face, waiting for Gao Yang to start eating with them. The atmosphere during the meal can be said to be solemn and solemn, which is more formal and serious than a gourmet dish that tastes and judges.

Gao Yang sat on the dining table with a big bowl and shouted: "Why haven't moved yet? Come on, eat it quickly. You can't wait for the noodles. Just take it out and eat it, otherwise it's time to get it."

The feeling of eating a bowl of fried noodles with sauce was Grolev and others. Gao Yang and Cui Bo were holding a big bowl each and eating a lot. Especially Cui Bo ran back to the kitchen to get two garlic, peeled a few cloves of garlic, and took a bite of garlic and ate the noodles. Not to mention how happy it was.

Gao Yang likes to eat noodles in his hometown, but Gao Yang only does this when eating noodles at home. However, after looking at Cui Bo's appearance, Gao Yang hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't stand the temptation. He ate a bite of garlic cloves and a bite of noodles, and felt so happy.

Gao Yang thought it was delicious, and others, for Gao Yang's sake, would definitely praise him all the time, no matter whether he really thought it was delicious or not. However, at the beginning, they might still give him a compliment. However, after halfway through a bowl of noodles, the praise he had become sincere.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Grolev sighed: "To be honest, although this kind of noodles doesn't look very good, it is really delicious, yes. Please give me another bowl."

Bruce shrugged and said, "I have never eaten fried noodles, but I have eaten many Chinese noodles. I like pasta and Chinese noodles. There is a Chinese restaurant near my house. You can eat at least eight kinds of noodles. How to say, pasta is also known to have many kinds, but pasta is a variety of noodles and tomato sauce. The side dishes of Chinese noodles are different from each one, and taste completely different. Well, I think there are at least twenty kinds of noodles in China, and I mean there is a real difference."

After hearing Bruce say it seriously, Cui Bo laughed and said, "Twenty types? I tell you, adding zeros after twenty is far from enough, do you believe it?"

Gao Yang said without changing his expression: "If it is all over China, there are fewer 200 kinds of things?"

Bruce shrugged and said, "Don't laugh at me, as if you have eaten all the pasta in China."

Grolev laughed. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, he smiled and said, "The fried sauce tastes good, the noodles are also good, rabbit, you should have shown us a little earlier. In the circle of mercenaries, there are indeed quite a few Chinese people. But there is a military service, and Chinese people are the most popular. Do you know which military service it is?"

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know, what kind of army it is?"

Cui Bo said excitedly: "You are not talking about the cooks, are you?"

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "Go, don't talk nonsense, the cooks can be considered a kind of army."

Grolev laughed and said, "In other countries, cooks are just jobs, but for Chinese soldiers, cooks are just a group of soldiers. So, Rabbit is right. If you want to say that you are retired cooks in China, believe me, you will be snatched by major mercenaries."

Gao Yang said dumbfoundedly: "Is it exaggerated?"

"Exaggeration? No, it's not exaggeration at all. It turns out that when I was in the Trident, I worked with a Happy Mercenary Group. I have forgotten the original name of that mercenary group. However, the reason why we all call that mercenary Xingfu is because they have two Chinese cooks. When each of us has to bring more bullets or carry a rocket on others, the guys in the Happy Mercenary Group will choose to take a bottle of Chinese soy sauce or a bag of rice."

After a meal, Grolev said with emotion: "Think about it, when we can only chew compressed biscuits, the guys from the Happy Mercenary Group can eat hot meals. No matter what conditions are, they always have no worries to find something to eat. The key is that the Chinese have the ability to make everything delicious. During the battle, we took out a piece of biscuit and swallowed it hard. The food officers of the Happy Mercenary Group can find a few pieces of firewood and steam a pot of rice in a big pot that we can't name, and well, those dishes smell really good. Also, the two Chinese foods can use concept engineers to shovel the bird eggs, and when we find the bird eggs, we can only throw them into the fire."

Unconsciously swallowing, Grolev said with a fascination: "You all remember the scent, right? That time, when we finished eating the dry food we brought, everyone went to find everything we could eat. The scent was very unlucky because of eating what we shouldn't have eaten. The scent of the Happy Mercenary Group could still eat hot food. Although our station is far away, I remember it very deeply. The fragrance always came from their station. I never knew that snakes could be eaten, but the people in the Happy Mercenary Group said that the snake soup made by their Chinese food officers was very delicious. Well, I think the snake soup must be delicious, and it must be much better than eating those snakes raw."

Grolev looked at Gao Yang and said, "There are kettles in China, which are aluminum, which can be reused. There is a lunch box outside the kettle, but it can also be used as a pot. There is also a green cloth cover. Everyone in the Happy Mercenary Group has one. We are all envious, but I don't know the name of that kettle. However, that kettle is ten thousand times better than the kettle we all use. The guys in the Happy Mercenary Group use their kettle to heat water, cook broth, and stew rice. They can use that kettle to do everything."

Gao Yang and Cui Bo said in unison: "Seven or eight pots!"

Grolev nodded and said, "It seems to be this name. Well, I think that kind of pot must be very expensive, right? Looking back on the past, I still want to buy one now."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "It's very expensive, it costs more than 20 or 30 yuan per person."

Cui Bo then said, "It's going to rise now, it probably costs fifty or sixty yuan per person. Well, RMB. By the way, Brother Yang and I used seven or eight pots to cook every time we went outdoors. It's so damn. Why didn't I bring a few pots to come when I go back this time?"

Grolev said in a daze: "So cheap? Well, high, try to make more, that's a good thing. Back then, Babies had to buy a pot of the Happy Mercenary Group for 1,000 dollars, but no one was willing to sell it. You know, it was a luxury to be able to drink clean hot water and cook the food you found before eating."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll leave this to me. You continue to say it, it sounds very interesting."

Grolev shrugged and said, "It's interesting now, but at that time we thought it was hell. Many people wanted to go to the Happy Mercenary Group to eat free food. Unfortunately, they only had two Chinese people and had no time to process the food we found for us. Everyone was jealous of them. There were several times when people from other mercenary groups were rejected, and they almost started fighting. So in the end, the leader of the Happy Mercenary Group reached an agreement with us to draw lots every day to choose a few lucky people to eat for free. What's hateful is that I was so lucky that I never had it once."

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "Whether it is for regular soldiers or hired, good food is very meaningful, but for us, isn't it too extravagant to raise two cooks who are just cooking?"

Grolev said with disdain, "Luxury? Can only cook? Gao, are you kidding? They can cook, fight in battle, and they are also very powerful. Once, while we were attacked by someone, dozens of enemies touched the position of the Happy Mercenary Group. The two Chinese cooks defended one direction and held for forty minutes. When the people from the Happy Mercenary Group returned to the rescue, the enemy had retreated, and the people who returned to the Happy Mercenary Group were just ready to go. Do you know, the two Chinese food officers and the leader of the Happy Mercenary Group had the same amount of money."

Gao Yang said skeptically: "Is it so powerful? Is it unlikely? The cooks are just cooking?"

Cui Bo immediately said: "Brother Yang, you are wrong. I don't know what the cooks in the second-class troops are like, but cooks in the first-class troops are not only allowed to cook. The Chinese army needs to check the combat effectiveness of training results, and the unit that likes to check the spot checks is the cooking squad, so those troops who can enter the cooking squad are all elite soldiers and strong military qualities. If you don't believe it, ask Jin Fang, this matter is absolutely impossible."

Gao Yang really wanted to call Li Jinfang to ask if Cui Bo was right. At this moment, Bruce also said with emotion: "At that time, I was in Iraq. Those Chinese soldiers had an extremely delicious hot sauce, which tasted very layered. No matter what they were served, it was very delicious. It was really delicious, and it seemed to be called the old mother brand."

Gao Yang and Cui Bo looked at each other again and said in unison: "Lao Ganma Chili Sauce!"

Fry said with a fascination when he heard this: "Boss, I sound so envious. You, the rabbit and the toad are both Chinese. You have good conditions to find a Chinese cook for us and take action."

Gao Yang nodded and said, "Wait a minute, I will call Toad now and ask his comrades if he can find us a professional cook."
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