Raising his hands to pick up the vegetables, Sneijder cast an unintentional glance with his green eyes.
He put down his chopsticks, his eyes instantly turned cold and cold, and he asked in a deep voice: "Are you laughing?"
Cheng Qianxun still kept smiling, even though he knew she was in danger at this time.
The maid who spat in the cup in the morning, maybe it was the cup, or maybe her personal expression was detected by Sneijder, which led to the murder.
Since Sneed had the same suspicions about her, there was no time to panic.
"Because I'm very happy."
She still kept a slight smile: "I put a lot of effort into making the food, and obviously the commander likes it, so I am very happy."
Sneijder seemed a little surprised.
He moved his body slightly, put one hand on the dining table, stared at her, and his tone became much gentler: "You don't hate us.
Your country is currently very close to the Soviet Union." close."
The nervousness on Reger's face showed that Sneijder was testing.
If she said the wrong thing, she would be dragged into the interrogation room, and many people might be implicated.
She thought for a while and then answered.
The history lesson she had not forgotten at this time finally helped a little: "China has a long history, including Yao, Shun, Yu, Xia, Shang and Zhou, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States.
The three kingdoms of Qin, Han and Jin unified, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and ten kingdoms.
Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties Until now.
For five thousand years, the emperors have rotated one after another, with their own clans and other dynasties.
There is no reason or justice.
The only rule is the survival of the fittest, whoever is stronger.
That’s the conqueror.”
That's it, it's the same in the underworld and heaven.
If you want to hate someone so much that you can't live any longer, it's a dead end.
She smiled lightly: "Sir, I also obey orders from above, so why should I hate it?"
Sneijder's eyes still did not relax his vigilance: "Then you mean you are dissatisfied with the head of state?"
Regel became more and more nervous and shook his head slightly at her as a hint.
She shook her head: "This is Poland, not Peiping.
The head of state did not attack the Marco Polo Bridge.
Why should I be dissatisfied with the head of state?
On the contrary, here, the chief treats me very well, and I am not very good at cooking.
But the chief still let me It makes me feel useful, otherwise I would feel a little embarrassed living here.”
"Your ideas are very special, probably because of the different environment."
Sneijder looked at her deeply.
Suddenly he burst into laughter.
He looked at the dishes on the table: "Cabbage and tomatoes are not mixed with salad or cooked in soup.
They are fried directly.
They are light and have a unique taste.
I thought I would eat roast chicken for lunch, but I didn't expect to cook soup.
Give me a bowl of soup. .
The food tastes good and the soup should be good too.”
Then he picked up the chopsticks and said to the relieved Reger: "If everyone had the same idea as her, I might be unemployed."
"Major was joking.
It's impossible for everyone to be like her."
Reger said with an apologetic smile: "You found a spy yesterday, but I heard that the recruitment process has already begun."
"No matter how tough your mouth is, you can't hold it for three days.
We just started to confess.
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It will take some time to recruit them all."
Sneijder picked up the food and continued eating: "It's such a pity that such a beauty can't listen.
It’s time for her to sing.”
Reger started teasing: "They say that Major Sneed is a compassionate person.
It seems true today."
Sneijder said with a bit of self-deprecating bitterness: "If you want to climb up, you have to take something out of the spy's mouth, so I don't want to rise quickly."
Reger sighed slightly and felt deeply: "I can't do what they are capable of.
It seems that the major and I are the same type of people."
At this time, the soup was served in a bowl.
Sneijder and Reger picked up the spoons, scooped some out, and put it into their mouths.
As if their eyes widened suddenly, they took a few more sips in unison, and then resumed eating at the original speed.
After drinking two bowls in a row, Regel hesitated and finally said: "This soup is delicious.
I feel like I have tasted it before."
Sneed raised the bowl, indicating that the maid would add more.
He had already drank two bowls: "Me too, it's just ordinary chicken and potatoes.
The taste is very familiar, but I can't remember where I've eaten it."
Reger looked at the maid who was serving soup: "If there is more, serve me some more."
"Yes, sir," the maid responded softly.
I have indeed tasted it, several times.
Every time when a large pot of potato and chicken soup is cooked, even if potatoes are not included, the teammates will drink it up with relish and say it tastes satisfied. . .
But they all forgot that she had to rely on her alone for this level.
Three months had to be delayed for three months.
She had to endure all the loneliness and helplessness and hold on.
I think of the days when I was miserable in the past, but now I seem to be relatively happy.
Cheng Qianxun's body trembled slightly, and she quickly controlled her emotions so that they could not let the two of them see her abnormal appearance.
While Sneijder and Regel were concentrating on eating, they silently retreated to the kitchen.
The cooks in the kitchen were scrubbing and cleaning in silence.
Although German food is nothing fancy except for bread and sausages, they pay great attention to cleanliness.
Just now, the cook had taken the trouble to remind you that there should be no hair or anything else inside, otherwise you would be waiting to be shot.
She walked to the window and looked at the darkness outside.
After a long time, she slowly said to herself: "Is the weather here always so dark?"
No one answered her, she just heard the swishing sound of brushes on the ground and the sound of washing the stove.
After a while, the maid serving above came in: "Miss Cheng, the two officers want to see you."
Cheng Qianxun turned around and saw everyone stopping what they were doing and looking at her.
She stretched out her hand, wiped her bun, took a deep breath, and walked out.
Sneijder and Reger had finished their meal and were sitting drinking coffee.
Seeing her coming, Reger said with satisfaction: "Although the dishes are very simple and belong to what you call home cooking, you really put your heart into cooking them.
Major Sneed and I both ate very well.
Since it is well done , you should be rewarded with whatever you want.”
Cheng Qianxun may not be able to tell what she wants.
She looks at Regel hoping to give her some hints.
If possible, she wants to ask Sneijder to help find Rudolph.
But Regel didn't give any hint, but Sneijder reminded him.
"Tell me what you want.
Bread, butter, bacon, eggs."
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Sneijder's expression at this time was very relaxed: "Or beautiful clothes and cosmetics, it shouldn't be difficult to get."
Two hundred kilometers away is Warsaw.
During the Qing Dynasty, the Jews would definitely leave behind a lot of things, not to mention women's items, even gold, silver and jewelry.
She shook her head: "No, what do I need to eat?
Lieutenant Colonel Reger feeds me every meal.
He also provides me with the clothes on my body.
It's my honor to be able to do anything.
I can't think of anything I need at the moment."
What."
"Really don't do anything, don't waste this rare opportunity."
Sneijder said with a bit of joking.
Cheng Qianxun nodded, and then asked: "Can I keep it for now?
I'll mention it later when I know what I need."
Now Sneijder laughed: "You are really interesting.
You are as cunning as a Jew, but more honest than them."
Regel had been listening and thinking about it.
After hesitation, he finally said it: "I mentioned last night that she was looking for a relative.
If you agree, I will take her to the prisoner of war camp to have a look."
Cheng Qianxun nodded quickly: "Yes, maybe he doesn't know me, but I know him.
Maybe he is my only relative."
"Rudolf" Sneijder changed to a contemptuous sneer: "Too many people have been named by this name.
Among the people who survived in the camp, there are at least five or six hundred people with this name.
I don't know the full name, so I didn't know which formation they were in, so I had to identify all the prisoners individually.
There were no names registered at all, and there were hundreds of thousands of prisoners there, and they were all ugly.
It’s dirty, and their biological mothers may not recognize it.”
Cheng Qianxun bit his lip and said firmly: "But I still have to look for him.
This is my duty.
If allowed, please let me enter the prisoner of war camp.
Or I can stand outside.
I have to find him."
Sneijder leaned back: "Okay, if you insist, I will go back to the prisoner of war camp later, and you can go back with me in my car."
Reger immediately said: "I happen to be going for a routine inspection, let's go together."
Sneijder flicked his fingers on the table a few times and smiled at Reger: "If you are afraid that your good cook will never come back, then let's go together.
Let her give up after seeing the situation there, completely Give up."
Sitting in the car, Regel sat in the passenger seat, with Sneijder sitting next to him.
Sneijder seemed to be very interested in her: "I heard that you also know many languages."
"Yes."
She replied: "But I can only listen and listen, but I can't read and write."
"You'll know this soon."
Sneijder raised his eyebrows.
Then he asked: “Where were you before and what did you do?”
Cheng Qianxun replied cautiously: "I was seriously injured and forgot everything when I woke up.
I only know that there is a grandfather who saved me.
About a few days ago, my grandfather passed away.
Before he passed away, he told me that there was another cousin.
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Brother, tell me to find him."
"So I forgot everything."
Sneijder thought thoughtfully, and then asked: "You believe so much that he is really your grandfather, maybe he just saved you, and that cousin is also fake."
Cheng Qianxun was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Even if it's fake, at least I'm still alive.
I need to find this cousin, whether it's real or fake, as long as I find the person I'm looking for, sooner or later the truth of everything will come to light. " Sneijder rested his arm on the car door, rested his chin on his fingers, looked out the window for a while, then turned his head: "Well, I hope you can find him."
"Thank you."
Cheng Qianxun thanked him.
The car was shaking violently.
There were many vehicles driving on this road, and the ground was made loose and uneven.
Cheng Qianxun felt like he was shaking like a tumbler, and he would feel dizzy if he kept shaking.
There is a roadblock in front, guarded by four soldiers.
The car stopped in front of the roadblock.
After the soldier came to check his identity, he politely said: "Lieutenant Colonel Reger and Major Sneed, are these ladies together?"
Nonsense, just sitting next to each other, are both of them blind?
But it can also be seen that the style is rigorous and rigid.
Sneijder replied: "Yes, the job requires it."
The soldier then turned and waved at the roadblock, and other soldiers immediately moved the wooden pile barricade aside to allow vehicles to pass
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