Breakfast was brought in and Natalie's eyes were red.
After she made the bed, Cheng Qianxun secretly stuffed half a piece of bread with a small piece of sausage into her, watched her quickly stuff the bread into her apron pocket, and then asked: "The gunshot just now. .”
Natalie's voice trembled slightly: "The guest thought the cup was unclean, so the lieutenant colonel ordered Anne to be killed."
He must have done something stupid like spitting into a cup again.
Sneijder's thoughts were obviously getting more and more careful.
Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly and said softly: "Although doing some small actions can make you feel better, it can change nothing.
Even if you eat them to death, the higher ups will send others, who may not be as good as them."
Natalie nodded, picked up the pajamas she changed into and went out.
After a while, someone knocked on the door.
It was another maid, saying that Regel had asked her to go.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they saw Reger and Sneijder sitting at the dining table, with only coffee in front of them.
Reger asked: "Can you cook?"
Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
Regeer was still angry and a little helpless: "If you can, help us make breakfast."
Sneijder smiled elegantly and calmly: "Don't be angry about such small things.
If they feel that there is more blood in their veins than saliva, just waste it."
Sure enough, Cheng Qianxun thought for a while and replied: "I didn't do very well."
"It seems that you are not our ally, so at least the food you burned is edible."
A maid had just died, but Sneijder was still in the same mood, as if the dead one was an ant.
"Just make it quick and clean."
Reger waved his hand and asked the maid to take her to the kitchen, and then continued chatting with Sneijder.
The kitchen is next to the restaurant.
This building was originally a civilian residence but was "requisitioned" by the army.
As for the original owner, God knows where.
Go into the kitchen.
The stove was very clean, but it was so clean that there wasn't even a pot.
The maid and the cook were standing nearby silently.
Sometimes silence is more embarrassing than insults.
Cheng Qianxun looked around.
Everyone standing looked at her silently, waiting for her to rummage through the cabinets to find pots and pans.
Let's just get it straight: "I need to make two breakfasts, for my life, and for yours.
There is no shortage of bullets in the gun chamber, and it doesn't matter how many more corpses are in the big pit somewhere."
The cook and the maid looked at each other, and finally one of them moved a chair and took out a pan from the cupboard above.
Then others began to take out various things needed for cooking and cooking from the nooks and crannies.
Sliced bread, butter, two poached eggs per person, and fried bacon were placed on the table.
Sneijder looked at the watch on his wrist and was very satisfied: "It took less than six minutes."
Reger faced Cheng Qianxun who was standing next to him.
In fact, he said it to the maid who put breakfast on the table: "You should thank her.
Originally, we planned to shoot one person every fifteen minutes.
From now on, we will shoot one person every five minutes until we have breakfast."
It seemed that they were satisfied that she had solved the problem herself and didn't have to waste bullets telling the cooks how to cooperate.
Cheng Qianxun hurriedly said: "They are all willing to make food for the two officers, otherwise I would not be so fast."
The maid who was placing breakfast glanced at her secretly, and quickly stood beside Cheng Qianxun without saying a word.
Sneijder and Regel began to eat.
Both Reger and Sneijder like to eat their eggs slightly raw, medium-rare.
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Eating together so many times allowed her to know the preferences of two people.
Even if they forget everything, their preferences are innate.
After eating, Sneijder wiped his mouth with a cloth with satisfaction.
Throwing it on the table: "It seems that everyone there is a good cook."
He seemed to be interested in chatting: "I don't eat much Chinese food, only two or three times."
"The major is willing to stay for lunch, of course I can't ask for it."
Reger was naturally happy when he heard that, and told Cheng Qianxun: "You can cook lunch too."
Although she doesn't know how to cook much.
But here, even if you are pulled to the cliff and asked to fly, the only choice is to jump, and you will either fall to death or really fly.
Cheng Qianxun only answered with one word: "Yes."
This was the only answer.
There is a vinyl record in Reger's office, and Turandot's "Nessun Dorma Tonight".
If she doesn't make a delicious lunch, she will not be able to sleep tonight.
Reger will naturally not shoot her, but other People may be miserable.
I also listened to Turandot, I was so happy, I hope the food she cooked can destroy the oriental feelings at this time.
Cheng Qianxun walked into the kitchen helplessly.
Although it was still early for lunch, she had better get ready first.
This time, these cooks and maids cooperated very well.
They put everything in its place and did not hide it anymore.
Two soldiers came in carrying a basket filled with ingredients and placed it on the ground.
Even when transporting things, they still carry their guns.
After putting down the basket, one of them put back the gun that had fallen off his shoulder.
He held his head high and said with a cold and disdainful expression: "There is also a bag of rice in it.
The lieutenant colonel ordered us to cook more authentic Chinese food."
"After that, he bowed and walked out.
I don't know why, but when they raise their hands and shout "Hey Heite" in a serious manner, the atmosphere becomes extremely cold.
In the past, in TV movies, I always felt that there was a bit of joy.
When the reality came into view, the nameless tension filled the whole room like a Siberian cold wave.
Cheng Qianxun took out a sack from the basket and shook it.
Unexpectedly, he could still get rice in this place, which weighed about five kilograms.
Let’s cook the rice first, but how to cook the rice?
In the past, we used to use a rice cooker.
Just plug in the power after washing the rice.
Where can I find a rice cooker here?
Do I need to put it all in the oven to make popcorn?
Well, theory can sometimes analyze the rules.
Water needs to be added to the rice, and then the lid should be kept closed. . .
Then cook it slowly over low heat.
Cheng Qianxun asked a cook to watch the fire and wait for the water to boil dry.
She turned to look at the ingredients that were delivered that could be used to cook.
There weren't many dishes that she knew how to cook.
Seeing potatoes and chicken, she decided to make potato and chicken soup.
Let the cook pluck the hair and remove the internal organs, while the rest peel the potatoes and put them in water for preparation.
While he was busy, suddenly Regel and Sneijder walked in: "What does it smell like?"
At this time, the cook who was looking at the fire discovered that black smoke was coming out of the rice pot.
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She reached out to open the lid of the pot, and suddenly there was a strong smell of burning in the kitchen.
The rice was burnt, so she quickly reached for the pot, but she screamed "ah" and pulled her hand back because it was so hot.
Cheng Qianxun picked up two rags.
Cover the handle with a cloth and put the rice pot next to it.
When you hear the sizzling sound when the bottom of the pot hits the wet spot, it seems like the pot of rice is going to be ruined.
"Such a burning smell."
Reger frowned slightly, with a hint of joking: "Are you planning to burn the house down?"
Sneijder said to the pale cook with a bit of scorn: "A large number of people starve to death every day.
But you are wasting food."
Something was wrong.
Cheng Qianxun quickly defended: "I told her to do this.
This is also a dish, made from grain.
It is normal for Chinese food to smell heavy in oily smoke.
It's my fault that I didn't tell her in advance."
Sneijder looked at the pot, which contained rice that was slightly browned on the surface.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth: "Then I'll see what kind of dish this is at noon."
Reger and Sneijder were different from before.
Although they spoke politely, they always revealed a terrifying evil spirit.
Cheng Qianxun watched the two of them walk away with a little fear.
Let alone others.
After they left, everyone almost breathed a sigh of relief.
The cook who had burned the rice looked at the rice pot worriedly: "What should I do?"
Cheng Qianxun took her hand and looked at it: "It's foaming.
Rinse it with water quickly and put some medicine on it.
Don't worry.
There will be a solution."
The cook went to the side to apply medicine with uneasiness.
Looking at the burnt rice in the pot, Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly: "Bring the remaining rice, it should be enough."
Regel and Sneijder sat down.
Seeing the three dishes and one soup on the table, Regel laughed: "Chinese food is not a dish.
It's all placed on the table."
Cheng Qianxun, who was standing nearby, replied: "When eating in a restaurant, all the cold dishes are served and the stir-fried vegetables are served one by one.
But this is a common meal, so we put them all on the table and eat together as a family."
Reger was pleased to hear this and said, "Although Major Sneed and I are not relatives, we both work for the head of state and are sent to this place together.
We can be considered brothers.
Let's have a Chinese-style home-cooked meal today."
Sneijder smiled and turned to look at the dishes on the table: "What about the dishes made from grain?"
Just wait for him to ask.
This country is famous for being rigorous.
Everything must be considered and prepared.
Cheng Qianxun replied calmly: "This dish needs to be eaten while it's hot and served immediately, otherwise it won't taste good.
Go get it now."
A plate of crispy rice was put on the table, and then Cheng Qianxun poured another bowl of toppings on it.
Suddenly the crispy rice made a sizzling sound, and the aroma filled the whole room with the smoke.
She placed the still crackling dish in front of Sneijder: "This is called crispy rice.
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It uses tomatoes, shrimps, green beans, corn and other ingredients.
Please try it."
"It's interesting that you can eat it like this."
Sneijder picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, immediately nodded in approval: "Yeah, sweet and sour."
"Sour and sweet are for appetizing.
I wish you two officers a good appetite."
Cheng Qianxun stepped aside, but felt uneasy in his heart.
Don't ask her to cook a second meal, otherwise Guizhou donkey will be exhausted.
"Really?"
Regel picked up a piece with chopsticks and tasted it and said it tasted good.
Then he remembered something and looked at the chopsticks in his hand, a little stunned: "This is my first time using chopsticks..."
"The lieutenant colonel must be like me.
Many things can be done for the first time, as if they have been done before."
Sneijder put down his chopsticks, with an unconcealable pride: "Maybe as a noble race, the ability to accept is strong. , extremely talented.”
What kind of race and talent are you?
In the underworld, you used your chopsticks a lot.
Cheng Qianxun stood nearby, acting like a fool.
They didn't ask her to speak, so they shouldn't interrupt.
What was served was egg fried rice, because the rice was burnt.
Even if Sneijder knew that the rice was not burnt, he still had to make it look decent.
So I put some German-style minced bacon in the fried rice to make it taste better and give it a burnt aroma.
Seeing that Sneijder and Regel had stopped talking and were eating happily, Cheng Qianxun looked at them with a feeling that only she knew
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