Meeting greetings and offering etiquette has been integrated into Zhou Hai's instinct.

"Hello, Happy New Year." Fan Erqing's wife smiled, her hands were stained with white flour, and she responded to Zhou Hai with the dumpling skin.

Fan Erqing smiled slightly: "Happy New Year, Zhou Hai."

"Hello, junior brother." He smiled at Zhou Hai with his hands holding a dumpling-like Luo Fei, who looked like a dumpling.

The master's wife showed a gentle look, like a woman in a water town, wearing a light yellow floral work apron, holding a standard dumpling in her slender right hand, showing a gentle smile to Zhou Hai, and being generous: "You are Xiaohai, are you? Just treat it as your own home here, don't be restrained, go to the sofa to sit, and you'll have a meal in a while."

Virtuous, intellectual, and master's wife are typical women who combine traditional and gentleness with modern fashion.

Hearing the master's wife's words, Zhou Hai nodded, smiled at her, and did not go to the sofa to sit and rest.

He is here to learn how to make dumplings, and everyone is busy. What is it like to sit alone?

Li Fu closed the door, entered the room and patted Zhou Hai on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Come on, don't stand, follow your master's wife to learn how to make dumplings. Don't make people laugh at the group group in the future. Our pilots who have gone out of the Air University must learn the skills of making dumplings with one hand."

Making dumplings is a skill that every pilot must know, just like a basic skill - sweeping snow.

There are no pilots in the entire Chinese People's Air Force who can't make dumplings and sweep snow.

This is an iconic technology.

"Okay." Zhou Hai breathed a sigh of relief, followed Li Fu to the living room, and stood beside his master's wife.

"Dumplings mean reunion and reunion and blessings."

Li Fu gave a blank look, the master's wife laughed and shook her head, picked up a piece of dumpling skin, her words were gentle and peaceful, and she performed practical operations while explaining: "There are many ways to wrap it. We generally use the traditional method to spread the dumpling skin flat, put it in the filling and fold it in half. Remember not to stick it together, and then pinch the folds along the side until it is pinched and sealed. Have you learned it?"

“Learn.”

After observing the theoretical knowledge and operations given by the master's wife, Zhou Hai nodded, picked up a piece of dumpling skin, mixed it with the filling, and quickly pinched a traditional dumpling with his dexterous hands.

When the master's wife saw the dumplings in Zhou Hai's hand, she was stunned for a moment, with a gentle smile on her face, and asked, "It's very well-written, and the dumpling filling is also exquisite. Do you know what the meaning of the leek filling is?"

"I don't know." Zhou Hai shook his head when he heard this.

Regarding the traditional culture of making dumplings, don’t expect Zhou Hai, who has always focused on the aviation field, to understand something.

Moreover, more importantly, as a person from Southwest Sichuan Province, Zhou Hai knew that Chaos was in a monopoly position, not dumplings.

Chaos and dumplings have been in a feud for thousands of years, and love each other and kill each other.

A gentle look appeared on the master's wife's face, and she made a dumpling with her own hands and handed it to Zhou Hai, sending her blessings: "Chicken filling is a long-term wealth dumpling, praying for long-term material wealth, and it is also a hope for a better life in the future. Master's wife hopes that you will be healthy and happy in the future, and safety is the first priority. Do you know?"

Healthy and happy,

Safety first.

After some words, there was no strong and fighting spirit declaration from the principal, only the seemingly plain but sweet concern.

"Know."

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment, looked at the concern in the eyes of the teacher's wife, held the traditional dumplings filled with leeks in her hand, took a deep breath, and nodded seriously.

The master's wife smiled and said nothing, quietly wrapping dumplings.

Fan Erqing turned his head and said to Luo Fei: "Luo Fei, remember that you will graduate soon. Safety is the first in the future. Don't fly in a mess and temper yourself well."

"Yes, Master." Luo Fei, who was working hard to make dumplings, showed serious expression on his face.

Li Fu's hands were swift and fast, and while wrapping dumplings, he said to Zhou Hai: "Boy, after the Chinese New Year, you will probably leave soon. I don't talk much, safety is the first priority."

"I understand." Zhou Hai was not impatient, nodded and replied.

Time passed slowly. On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Li Fu, his master's wife, Fan Erqing and his wife, Luo Fei and Zhou Hai, and the six of them gathered at a table and had a reunion dinner.

In the evening, after a reunion dinner, everyone went to the base playground to watch the Spring Festival friendship party staged by the base officers and soldiers.

The atmosphere is lively and lively.

Before we knew it, a year has passed quietly.

This year, Zhou Hai is nineteen.

...

Dancheng Training Base, Tarmac Area.

The cold wind is cold and snowflakes are blowing.

Crystal clear snowflakes were flying all over the sky, it was pitch black, and it was 8 o'clock in the evening. On both sides of the base's straight and slender runway, red and yellow lights shining, which serve as a reminder.

The iconic tower building in the distance is lit with white lights and is on duty.

The tarmac No. 18, the first sixth teacher numbered 17, was ready, the fuel was full, and the inspection was completed, five ground crew members retreated to a safe area, waiting for the battle eagle to take off.

In the cockpit, a yellow light lit up. Li Fu, who was sitting in the back seat, heard a sound and instructed again: "Zhou Hai, turn on the headlights when flying at night, keep calm, and never panic. The weather is complicated tonight, so you must be safe."

Night flight, the last training subject for flight students in the first-time pilot stage, is that whether they can master the flight technology of simple and complex weather at night almost determines the life and death of a flight student.

The most important Spring Festival in the year is over. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the base officially resumes flight training and enters a continuous working state. Twenty days have passed.

The snow is heavy tonight, which is of medium snow level, and meets the standards of complex weather.

This is not the first time Zhou Hai flew at night, but it is definitely the first time he flew under complex weather conditions. Li Fu, as a flight instructor, must follow in case of accidents.

"clear."

Zhou Hai sat in the front seat, skillfully checking the cabin instrument data, and his voice was calm and powerful. After answering, he turned on the power supply decisively and pressed the engine start button.

"Hiss!" A sharp sound as if the cloth was torn, and it was extremely familiar. The Piston-6 engine was activated and was idle.

Zhou Hai breathed smoothly, his left hand moved gently, and slowly pushed the throttle valve upward to increase the oil output.

"Boom!" After a few seconds, a roar came from the entire engine, causing the hydraulic double-blade propeller to rotate counterclockwise from slow to fast.

Rotate!

The air flows at high speed, and snowflakes fly along the airflow.

"Let's go." Li Fu gave instructions after Zhou Hai successfully started.

"Yes." Zhou Hai responded, gradually adding a throttle valve, holding the joystick with his right hand, and operating Chu Jiao Liu under his body slowly drove out of the apron.
Chapter completed!